Say it like you're from Boston . . .

"Dis cobb iz toe tynee . . . "

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Story for you . . .

I get off work, it's a nice day, so I make a loop down a local blacktop and circle around to the freeway outside town.  I accelerate up the on-ramp . . . checkin' over my shoulder for semi trucks and speeding vehicles already up to (and over) highway speeds, and prepare to get this '61CH up-to-speed and get in line, ready to merge.  A big, Honda Goldwing bagger is right where I want to be, so I let up a bit, allow this moving train of cars (with Goldwing leading) to go ahead - then I accelerate onto the freeway.  I hook on to the back of this draft of vehicles, with a tail wind - and the baby CH just starts to rev and pull in top gear.  Away I go.  This is the first real time I've been at this speed with this "fresh motor" and new MC pistons.  I lay down on the tank and just let it accelerate, rolling out in the left lane - and proceed to draft pass everyone.  About 6 cars, a semi, and the Wing.  I must be close to 90mph ? . . this chassis is rock solid.  Smooth as silk.  It feels fast, but I run out of rpms and my speed levels off.  Needs more fuel.  All 883cc's workin' like they should.  I run about 2 miles at this speed - and take the next off ramp.  Slowly braking and downshifting to a sure stop at the ramp bottom.  It's down to my nice 1200rpm idle I like, I look down at the motor - checking for leaks, blown seals, bolts loose or missing etc.  Nothing.  Clean motor.  All is good.  Then the dude on the wing pulls up next to me . . . "Hey, nice Sportster . . . When you went by, my GPS screen went all buzzy, never did that before."  I said, "Beautiful day for a ride, but I'd better take this thing back to the barn . . . "  He agreed, and waved as he went back on the freeway - He had just stopped to chat and see my bike . . . Nice fella.  Ride safe everyone.