I was on my way to work this morning and from the top of this hill I heard a noise(1/8 mile away). I was going down the hill and the Harley guy was coming up from the bottom. His bike, a Heritage Softail I think was running on only one cylinder. The closer he got as we passed each other, the more I felt sick for the guy. I figured he was just trying to get it home with no other option than to ride it there. I heard once that the V-twin design is extra beefy because the V-twin is basically trying to tear itself apart. Well that's what I was hearing, I could hear that engine being totally destroyed. Not only hearing the miss, but parts tinking and shredding, and lastly he was leaning forward like those people on scooters willing it to go faster.
It was totally unnerving. I have a 20+ year career in medicine, and the feeling was very close to what I feel after someone passes.
~O~
It was totally unnerving. I have a 20+ year career in medicine, and the feeling was very close to what I feel after someone passes.
~O~