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    • Very kind Chris - thanks - as you probably guessed they are Blog posts for the mag's page - I still look at them and see plenty of 'grammaticals' though. Why we have sub-editors!

      And yes - a lot of what you read about Harleys online is somewhat removed from the reality. The critic's biggest gripe seems to be their owner's fashion sense and what they wear, rather than the viability of the vehicle.

      It really is about the right tool for the job. If I was going on a tour of New Zealand I wouldn't choose a Harley. If I was riding from Melbourne to Perth it's one of the best choices.

    • I Don’t Want To Go Home.
      Dave Cohen

      “I know that it's getting late
      But I don't want to go home
      I am in no hurry baby, time can wait
      I don't want to go home”

      As I was nearing the Storey Bridge quite late on Monday night the first few bars of 'Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes’ 1976 Classic “I don’t want to go home” seemed more than entirely apt as it was ringing in my earpiece. The roads were empty, the Brisbane night was balmy and I was enjoying the bike far too much to consider garaging it – one more lap!

      I spent some of the day running a few errands and part of the evening looking for photo locations with the Heritage in Cruiser mode.

      It only takes a few seconds to remove the screen and it makes quite a difference to the way the bike looks - and feels. It actually tempts me to ride it a bit harder with nothing but the handlebars between the wind and me. It feels like there is less of it to chuck around too.

      To that end, throttling the 114 is very rewarding. This unit has a few thousand K’s on the clock now and it’s loosened up enough to give it a decent pinning on the on-ramp and post-apex exits.

      It’s very easy to live with. For a stock motor it delivers satisfying power, enhanced with a 155Nm-strong torque screw.

      It runs out of breath somewhat beyond max power, due to the restrictive exhausts (necessary for compliance these days), but fit those Stage-one pipes, stick a tuner in it and it would be quite a weapon. It’s no litre Sportsbike, but that’s not to say it lacks hurry-up in standard form. Some mods would give it nicely longer legs - easy.

      The standard tune motor is also very tractable around town. It will sit on 60kph in top gear without lugging or complaint - or shaking like a paint mixer. Rowing the 6-speed gearbox up and down in heavy traffic is sweet and the mechanically actuated clutch didn’t get heavy or bind through a few hot and humid Brizzy afternoon snarls.

      The EFI was also faultless in conditions that may have seen the earlier Heritages develop the odd splutter.

      The locking leather-finished hard bags proved useful for carring tripod and sundry other kit on my rounds. Harley lists their capacity at ‘0.043m3’. I’d list them as ‘medium’. They’ll fit a jacket and some wet weathers per side. Serious days-on-the-road touring would need a rear rack/pack rack as well. For the around town jaunting I did today they were quite adequate.

      After I’d done my afternoon’s work around the Moss Street bike precinct I took the long way home via Wellington Point and a photo call.

      The styling of the bike has grown on me and taking the screen off made it look more like an old-school Heritage – albeit with modern accoutrements.

      Of which, the unique-looking Daymaker Headlights are quite brilliant – literally and figuratively - and in a departure from the previous setups the switch for the Driving lights is now on the LH switch block, rather than behind the fork leg – it took me a few minutes to find it.

      One thing I think that could be done better style-wise is the number plate – it sits upright on the rear guard and the illumination panel faces upwards from the taillight. I’m sure there must be more elegant solutions in the aftermarket.

      Otherwise its looks are starting to sing to me in increasing volume.

      Like ‘Southside Johnny’ as I was stylin’ around the CBD late on a Monday night.

      “I know it's time to go
      But I don't want to go home
      You can play the blues soft and low
      Cause I don't want to go home”