So I drove a Harley. One of those loud obnoxious Sportster 1200's. It was comfortable and fun as hell. I even wore the dumb beanie cap helmet. Every time the sparkplug fires the straight pipe muffler blows out a BAH! BAHBAHBAHBAHBAH! VROOM! BAHBAHBAHBAHBAH and the bike gives you that unmistakable feel of a gargantuan V-twin between your legs.
My sportbike is different gnarly loud, stupid quick and handles like a hot knife cutting butter. But to ride it more than 20 minutes on the track or an hour breaking the sound barrier on country backroads is as comfortable as a 4-day bout of constipation.
My grandfather used to ride his Honda 70 scooter helmetless with his stoogie stuck in his suntan lotioned kisser.
The winner is neither, or all three. Having a dirty blonde on the back of your Harley is as great as blasting out of a corner apex on a racebike as airing your chest&nuts on a suburban street. I need to buy two more motorcycles and go live somewhere warm.
