LOS ANGELES, December 7, 1999 -- Truth be told, I was a little nervous at the thought of riding Harley-Davidson's Year 2000 Night Train. I had given up riding two years ago after almost 30 in the saddle. I remember it well. I had just sold my 1994 FLHTC and bought a new hot rod of a bike, the Honda Valkyrie. I was cruising down I-17 in Phoenix when an overwhelming feeling of uneasiness came over me. I was riding in the extreme summer heat surrounded by some of the worst drivers in the world. I got off at the next exit, went back home and put the bike up for sale. I figured that if I had any doubt about the safety of motorcycling then Murphy's Law might apply and it could be time to stick to four wheels.
I knew my wife would be happy, after all we had two little ones at home now, but how would I tell my four year old daughter who loved motorcycles so much she cried when I sold my bright red Ducati 900SS about a year earlier. Yet something happened over the last few weeks that brought back the excitement and freedom that I remembered from all my years of riding. I met the folks at MO and the next thing I knew I was hanging out at Harley shops trying to get a close up look at the 2000 models.
Suddenly I found myself trying to decide which one I lusted after most. For those of you who have shopped for a Harley you know how difficult it can be to figure out which model is right for you. The only thing more difficult is actually finding one at your local dealership.
After having the usual conversation about my concerns for the well-known vibration of the Softail, the dealer suggested that I stick with a rubber mounted engine. "But I want the nostalgic look," I said. "This time I want the full H-D experience." He pointed me in the direction of a new Electra Glide, a black FLHTC complete with gobs and gobs of chrome. "Southern Comfort," he says. "Take both bikes out for a spin and then decide." "But if it were me I go for the Dresser." You guessed it; I left with the FLHTC. Later that year we moved from Los Angeles to Phoenix and my bike began to feel heavier and hotter than I remember. Damn! I knew I should have bought a Softail.
So here I am again four years later at the same dealership, having the same conversation. This time I'm back in Los Angeles living off Mulholland Highway, mecca to thousands of motorcyclists on any given fair-weather weekend, which, in So Cal, is almost every weekend. Once again the issue is handling and comfort versus incredible looks and harsh ride. Or is it? Harley has made significant changes to the popular Softail line. They still have their incredible looks but without the vibration with which tens of thousands of previous owners either loved or hated. In addition, they now have even more torque and horsepower -- always a good thing -- and great brakes as well.
The front wheel is a 21-inch laced job while the rear is a 16-inch solid disc with a black center. Practically everything else is black including the console. While the color is the same, the textures run from black crinkle to smooth lacquer. The new one-piece, five-gallon tank sports a tasteful Harley-Davidson decal in silver and red. This bike looks great either at a distance or up close. When the big day arrived, I arranged to pick the bike up on Topanga Canyon near Pacific Coast Highway. After unloading it from the MO Van, I pulled out the enricher knob and fired it right up. I had never ridden a bike with forward controls and drag bars so I was concerned that the riding position might be a little awkward. In order to get acclimated, I decided to drive the six miles of winding road known as Old Topanga instead of the more leisurely route of Topanga Canyon into the San Fernando Valley. I quickly gained confidence, but when I reached Mulholland Highway, I realized that something was not right. The bike was running fine, although it would have run better if I had remembered to push the enricher knob back in. I made a quick detour to my house, put on an old pair of blue jeans and a black H-D t-shirt. Now I was feeling much better. In fact, during the next 14 miles to the Rock Store, I felt downright jubilant.
When it comes to cornering, this is no sportbike; but then again I'm no sportbike rider. Unlike my Electra Glide, I could lean the Night Train over without fear of grinding any of the shiny parts. After the first few tentative turns, I began braking later and powering out of the apex sooner. I had enough confidence for any turns that I would encounter, but being a cruiser, the Night Train and I both preferred the wide sweepers to the tight twisties.
All good things must come to an end and so to did my stint on the Night Train. Overall, I like this bike a lot. My hat's off to Harley-Davidson for finally making a Softail that even I can own without going through the mental gymnastics of having to decide between a Softail and a rubber mount. Buying one bike over another is largely a matter of taste. Now that Harley's made the Softail more user friendly, I think they will have even more customers lining up to put down their deposits. Would I buy a Night Train? It's a great looking, awesome bike, but, as I said, it's also a matter of taste. Personally, I'd like a little more chrome and a comfortable bend in the riser. Or better yet, pearl white and make mine Fat.
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