|
Make Model |
Harley
Davidson
FXSTS Softail Springer |
|
Year |
1993 |
|
Engine |
Air cooled, four stroke, 45° V-Twin, OHV, 2
valves per cylinder. |
|
Capacity |
1340 |
|
Bore x Stroke |
8.8 x 108mm |
|
Compression Ratio |
8.5:1 |
|
Induction |
40mm Keihin |
|
Ignition /
Starting |
Single-fire, non-wasted, map-controlled spark
ignition |
|
Max Power |
55 hp |
|
Max Torque |
82.5ftlb |
|
Transmission /
Drive |
5 Speed / Belt |
|
Front Suspension |
1334mm Springer |
|
Rear Suspension |
Monoshock Softail |
|
Front Brakes |
Single 290mm disc |
|
Rear Brakes |
Single 290mm disc |
|
Front Tyre |
MH90 21 |
|
Rear Tyre |
130/90-16 |
|
Seat Height |
654 mm |
|
Dry-Weight |
285 kg |
|
Fuel Capacity |
18.9 Litres |
If you're a motorcyclist who
enjoys the vicarious thrills and spills of bike ownership and you're wealthy
you might buy a Harley-Davidson. If you're wealthy and have avoided cocaine,
which is God's way of saying you earn too much, you might buy a Harley
Heritage. But if you're wealthy, have your nasal passages intact, and find
run of the mill Harley ownership a chore you might buy a Harley Springer.
It's rare that a motorcycle
parked up outside the office attracts so much attention from the passing
hawkers, tinkers and door to door salesmen that populate the
backstreets of Acton. Even parked in the back of the pick-up, which some
might cruelly suggest is the best place for the Springer, people still
gawped. It's one of the world's strange facts that Harley-Davidsons, from
the littlest Sportster to the largest Glide, are the most attractive
motorcyles to non-motorcyclists. And wherever the Springer was parked people
would stop and stare. I could have been riding Schwantz's
championship-winning Suzuki and no one would have paid a blind bit of
notice. There's nowt so queer as folk but I did find the attention a touch
disconcerting.
While at first the rider basks in the attention that being a Harley owner
confers. After a week or so of living with the Springer it all became
something of a chore. I mean just how crisp do your 501 's have to be, and
what does a chap do when it's too dark to wear the obligatory sunglasses?
The answer to this is, that after a week of ownership you just don't care.
And this is where the fun starts.
Some people might enjoy
flaunting their*' wealth in these recessionary times, sticking! two fingers
up at the dole queue on the one' hand and flicking an imaginary digit at the
J chancellor on the other while wearing their I immaculate outfits on their
incandescent I steeds. But more fun is to be had if you look I too filthy to
even be a roadie for Nirvana. A | perverse reversal of the
straight-from-the-catalogue look it may be, but you can't help I but feel
that, no matter how good you looJ<,[ you're always second billing to the
show-stopping bike. Image is, as ever, biggest! selling point for
Harley-Davidson, and it's 1 Springer Softail has no difficulty waving the|
banner aloft. Mainly because of it's ultra-retro front end.
In the days before telescopic front forks,! springer front ends were in the
vanguard of I suspension development. I'd hate to have I ridden what went
before, as the few inches I of travel available on this example were I used
up on hitting the smallest of bumps I leaving nothing more if the single
piston! caliper was applied with even a modicum of lever pressure. But
carping about the front end is pointless. What you're buying here, more than
with any other Harley, is the look and the appearance that says I don't care
about function, form's for me and I've got the wedge to prove it.
At the heart of the Springer lies the trademark 45-degree V-twin 1340 evo
motor. It looks as though it should uproot small tower blocks but flatters
to deceive in appearance and initial riding impressions.
Turn the chunky ignition switch
mounted centrally in the twin-filler tank, thumb the starter and the
Springer whispers into life. Legislation has all but throttled the cobby Vee
and instead of the unmistakable offbeat fortissimo that the package demands
the well-baffled pipes can only whisper Harley's original score.
But if the bureaucrats have silenced the engine at least they haven't been
able to dilute the radical riding position. Swing a leg over the Springer
and you'll sink into a seat only 26 inches above the tarmac. Stretch your
left leg out to the highway peg, pull in the weighty clutch and tap in first
gear. Slip the clutch and on a whiff of throttle the Harley's wash of
torque will whisk you down the road. Keeping things smooth and slow,
progress up and down through the agricultural 'box is still something of an
effort. If any bike was designed to be ridden no faster than the double-nickle
55mph ruthlessly enforced on America's noads and to spend most of it's life
being admired at a standstill then this is it.