Rolling across the Wisconsin prairie on way too little sleep and not enough coffee had my mind focused on the aroma of cow and how so much of the heartland unfurls like a rumpled blanket. Wisconsin makes for fun riding, but a particular kind; there are fewer banked corners but endless gentle ones to throttle through at speed.
Luckily I wasn’t there alone and had Harley-Davidson staff to guide my way — and also the way of a fistful of journalists there, like me, to ride the Motor Company’s newly improved Custom Vehicle Operations Road and Street Glide rigs. And this was no run-of-the-mill debut: These bikes are Harley’s crown jewels and were debuting on the advent of the brand’s 120th-anniversary celebration.
Back in Milwaukee, where we’d started the day four hours before, tens of thousands of Harley riders were streaming into town for an epic weekend-long celebration featuring bespoke embroidered leather garb (acres of it) and enough chrome to be seen from space. (Officially, H-D says 73,000 bikes flooded the city.) Both Green Day and the Foo Fighters would play a few days after I saddled up.
But before those bands would set foot on stage, I was bombing along, fighting back yawns, and wondering if I had either of their respective greatest hits on my iPhone since both the new CVO Street Glide and Road Glide come equipped with a Rockford Fosgate Stage II audio system that’s specifically sound focused, so that all four speakers (two in the fairing and two in the saddle bags) belt up to 500 watts of music directly at the rider. Pair your bike to Apple CarPlay beamed across the very legible 12.3-inch touchscreen, and whatever entertainment’s on your iPhone — as well as calls, turn-by-turn directions piped to a helmet Bluetooth headset — are all within easy integration.
Then I thought better of such a diversion; I had all the thumpety-thump backbeat I’d need in the form of a naturally aspirated, two-liter V-twin Milwaukee-Eight engine. These Custom Vehicle Operations Harleys are big, muscular bruisers with low-down torque that’ll pin a g-force grin into your cheeks — and wipe the tarmac with you if you’re not focused.
So instead, I just rode. What I lacked for caffeine and musical accompaniment was being made up for in the form of petroleum turned into thunder — and a big American kiss (or finger?) to anyone who thinks Harley-Davidson isn’t as relevant today as it’s been for the last 12 decades.
