Continued Love Affair with the 2017 Tri Glide and 2015 Can-Am F3S Spyder
Wow, am I ever hooked on trikes! Today, I did about 80 miles of a 190 mile ride on my Can-Am F3S Spyder on twisty North Florida/South Georgia roads. Then I decided that I had not had enough riding so continued on for the remainder of the total 190 mile trip.
I can't get over how much fun the Can-Am AND the Tri Glide are in putting around. The Can-Am continues to amaze with its increased agility, independent front suspension and smoother ride over the Harley but the Harley ride is equally intoxicating and pleasurable in more of a Barco Lounger fashion. The Can-Am is smooth and torquey whereas the Harley is rough and torquey. The Harley frankly does not give up much to the Can-Am in the twisties but you have to work considerably harder to keep up due to the lack of speed correlated power-assisted steering on the Spyder.
I still miss riding on two wheels just a tad but it is becoming less and less important as I play with my two trikes. I seriously doubt that I will ever get another two-wheel machine although I must admit to about 400k miles of two up fun over a lifetime of riding. I think for the last xxxx? of my life, three wheels is going to be where it is at and I will just keep fond memories of all those two-wheeled adventures of the past.
Oh, I should mention that I am having waaaay toooooo much fun with a recent acquisition of another race car that seems quite suited to my driving style in autocross. About 300 horsepower and a total dry weight of about 1450 pounds makes for some very fun autocrossing. This past weekend, I was able to get in 8 runs on good concrete with my Avon B11 compound racing slicks on the car and it just kept getting funner and funner as I shaved gobs of time off the clock that culminated in the fastest time being my last run. So you don't think I am "Joe Racer", my adjusted PAX time put me at the absolute back of the entire other 42 entrants and I was as they say in racing parlance, DFL. I just wish I hadn't done a big fist pump upwards that went crashing into my roll cage on my fastest run. My right hand fingers are still sore. Maybe the celebration of my 68th lap around the Sun next month is trying to tell me something???
Wow, am I ever hooked on trikes! Today, I did about 80 miles of a 190 mile ride on my Can-Am F3S Spyder on twisty North Florida/South Georgia roads. Then I decided that I had not had enough riding so continued on for the remainder of the total 190 mile trip.
I can't get over how much fun the Can-Am AND the Tri Glide are in putting around. The Can-Am continues to amaze with its increased agility, independent front suspension and smoother ride over the Harley but the Harley ride is equally intoxicating and pleasurable in more of a Barco Lounger fashion. The Can-Am is smooth and torquey whereas the Harley is rough and torquey. The Harley frankly does not give up much to the Can-Am in the twisties but you have to work considerably harder to keep up due to the lack of speed correlated power-assisted steering on the Spyder.
I still miss riding on two wheels just a tad but it is becoming less and less important as I play with my two trikes. I seriously doubt that I will ever get another two-wheel machine although I must admit to about 400k miles of two up fun over a lifetime of riding. I think for the last xxxx? of my life, three wheels is going to be where it is at and I will just keep fond memories of all those two-wheeled adventures of the past.
Oh, I should mention that I am having waaaay toooooo much fun with a recent acquisition of another race car that seems quite suited to my driving style in autocross. About 300 horsepower and a total dry weight of about 1450 pounds makes for some very fun autocrossing. This past weekend, I was able to get in 8 runs on good concrete with my Avon B11 compound racing slicks on the car and it just kept getting funner and funner as I shaved gobs of time off the clock that culminated in the fastest time being my last run. So you don't think I am "Joe Racer", my adjusted PAX time put me at the absolute back of the entire other 42 entrants and I was as they say in racing parlance, DFL. I just wish I hadn't done a big fist pump upwards that went crashing into my roll cage on my fastest run. My right hand fingers are still sore. Maybe the celebration of my 68th lap around the Sun next month is trying to tell me something???
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