Thứ Ba, 1 tháng 5, 2012

BMW's hard-on guy lawsuit reminds me... No, seriously

The story about the BMW rider who, after riding his bike (fitted with a Corbin seat) found himself with a permanent erection reminds me of the only time I ever officially test rode a CVO Harley-Davidson cruiser while I worked at Motorcyclist.

I guess it was 2003 or '04, and Boehm asked me to write a short 'First Ride' review of a bike H-D'd loaned us. It was some cruiser that was powered by the largest-displacement motor they'd ever built at the time, and to give it a long, low, lean & mean look it had been accessorized with a really thin seat.

This bike gives the trademark 'Softail' a whole new meaning.
I took it for a ride around West Hollywood, to see if it impressed pimps, since that seemed to be the market H-D's stylists were aiming at. (Appropriately, Angelenos abbreviate that neighborhood to 'WeHo'.) I thought, it's no accident they've given this bike the code FXSTDSE, but I wasn't worried, since I always ride with full protection.

Where was I? You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I'm telling you a true story.

The motor, like all Harleys, had a serious primary imbalance. But since it was overbored (and stroked, too, if I recall) that imbalance was more pronounced than ever. Those vibes were hardly attenuated at all by the thin seat.

The thing is, there was a certain frequency -- right where you'd naturally want to hold the revs while cruising for hookers -- where the vibrations did something to the lower part of my GI tract. Like, I felt something weird going on down there.

I suddenly knew that I was going to poo. It wasn't the pooing part of that thought that was weird; it was the sudden part. And when I tried to, uh, clench, I couldn't; my sphincter had gone numb. Having spent my life on sport bikes where, if there was a seat problem I just transferred weight to the foot pegs, that was my first response, but the foot pegs on the hog were way out front, to give it that La-Z-Boy riding position. There was nowhere to put my weight but on the seat. A few seconds later, I literally thought, If I don't shift gears right now, I'm going to lose control of my bowels.

I mean, I'm not saying customers should've sued over it, but if you'd made me ride it any distance, I'd'a had a whole different appreciation for those ridiculous assless chaps Harley riders wear. And I suppose those vibes might explain why, despite bikers' b.o. and scratchy beards, they always seem to find women who'll ride pillion.

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