Bob’s a lot of fun for a short-term affair

The 2014 Harley-Davidson Street Bob

The sun began its descent to the West and turned the sky that beautiful orange glow as my love affair with Street Bob began to flourish — the 2014 Harley-Davidson Street Bob that is — and it was love at first ride.

I admit, I was skeptical to return to the bars of a Dyna after having my heart broken by the vibration issues with the Switchback some six months earlier, but decided to get back in the Harley saddle and try to find love again.

Just looking at it reminded me of a previous love I had some several years earlier with the Cross Bones.

No surprise I was drawn to it — a muscly bare bones street custom with a blacked out powertrain with textured covers. The Street Bob was refined where it needed to be yet rough around the edges.

Add some styling attitude with gun-metal tank medallions in classic iconic fonts, a hint of chrome, dual, straight cut, shorty, chrome mufflers and chopped rear fender and this bobber was a looker with bad-boy charm.

If this relationship was going to go anywhere, however, Street Bob would have to offer more than just good looks.

I have always had an affinity for the bad boys, but I quickly discovered Street Bob had a deep, dark soul. With an air-cooled, twin cam 103.1-cubic inch, rubber mounted, V-Twin (1,690 cc) producing 98.8 foot-lbs. of low-end torque, being spontaneous was a non-issue. Any whimsical thought could be realized with a simple twist of the wrist and paired with a six-speed transmission, he was capable of a more meaningful relationship than just coffee dates around town.

I wrapped my hands around the grips of the mini-ape hangers and headed west for as far as the 4.7-gallon/17.8-litre fuel tank would take me, and with 43 m.p.g., I set my sights on the beach for a romantic sunset.

Rubber-mounted risers absorb any unwanted bar vibration, thereby lessening arm fatigue.

The evening air was riddled with flying insects and I could feel them hit my visor. A windshield would be a welcome long-distance addition, but as I am a girl who likes protection, my full face Shoei Quest was just fine. Mile after mile, my sun-painted silhouette roared over the blacktop, dancing in and out of sight with every slight change of shadow-casting direction.

The black, steel-laced wheels housing the 31-inch Michelin Scorchers — skinny 100/90 in the front and beefier 160/70 in the rear — beautifully rounded out my visual work of pavement art

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