This man really, really hates his Harley. How much does he hate Harleys? you ask. Let’s just say he probably won’t make many friends at Dinosaur Barbeque, that’s for sure.
It would seem that -someone- got thier tailfeathers in a bustle, and had my ad deleted. Here’s the ‘super happy fun-time-socially acceptable’ version. I hope someone chokes on it. And just to be specific? I very carefully read the TOS for Craigslist. It does not violate any of those terms.
I’ll get right to the point. I *CENSORED* hate this tub of *CENSORED* . I wish I’d gotten full coverage, so I could light this *CENSORED* thing on *CENSORED*. I bought it a year ago for 2700. I have since poured another 1,000 into it, along with way too many hours, and not a small amout of my blood, literally. When I first got it, it had a bad coil I found this out when it shorted out… directly into my *CENSORED*. In high speed traffic. That was the -high point- of my relationship with this *CENSORED* thing.
Since the *CENSORED*-forsaken piece of milwaukee sadism failed to kill me then, it has spent the last year making my life a living *CENSORED*. Every single time I’ve taking this half-baked sack of *CENSORED* out of the driveway, it’s made sure to die on the side of the road, usually to the tune of 300-500 bucks. and I usually have to walk home to get the *CENSORED* truck. After a new coil, new clutch, a rebuild of the front rockerbox, re-shimming the cams, wiring repairs, -two- new tail lights, and a new tire, It finally *CENSORED* me off one too many times. After all the love and care I lavished on this miserable *CENSORED*, it….ate the *CENSORED* coil again. Full *CENSORED* Circle. I cant -look- at this thing without wanting to take a *CENSORED* sledgehammer to it. So, I’m selling it. No trades, No payments, only nice, sweet cash to ease the burning pain of having owned this thing.
Now, to be clear, there’s nothing actually wrong with it that I can tell, other than the most recent problem, the coil. Someone out there will most certainly have better luck with it than I. Please, for the love of god, get this thing out of my driveway before I lose what’s left of my mind.
UPDATE: Replaced the coil, tuned it up, run nice. Still hate it. Still selling it. A running bike is worth more than a non-running bike, and I want more money to soothe the pain of having to touch this truly evil, vile, and sadistic thing, wrought from pure hate, and coated in bile. A million would not be enough, but 500$ more is about the most I can expect to get.
He should be in the next Harley ad campaign: “Screw It, Let’s Ride,” pared down to “Screw It.” Or “*CENSORED* It,” for that matter.
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