Harley-Davidson Street Bob-Public enemy number one
“Fuck you!” the vandals had scribbled with blue spray-paint on the tarmac next to the parked Street Bob. I found it to be a metaphor to the styling of the all-black matt Harley. No nonsense!
Words: Tor Sagen/Pictures: Claire McHugh
Homo sapiens we are and once we were apes. Street Bob with its ape-hangers immediately makes me feel like one too. Arms up in the air, which is just as well as it prevented me from banging my chest to the slow rhythm of the big twin whilst riding. I had parked up in the middle of nowhere, still the tarmac had been vandalised. I lit up a cigarette whilst leaving the Bob on idle for a bit so that I could watch the big V-twin heart beat in a slow soothing manner.
