One for the unemployed Hardley riders out there

[jim.cox]

Like a Canonball run for Harleys. The fastest person on a Harley to go approx. 7,000 miles from Key West to Homer, AK gets $500,000.

http://www.hokaheychallenge.com/

Just think how much faster they would be on a real bike

[EJK]

Wow that's gonna create some mess and a few news headlines on Day 1.

[raftn]

I can see that ending in disaster!

[Pascal]

Nice way to make money as well. $1000 entry fee. 1000 contestants. $500,000 prize.

[Big Dave]

>>As we put ourselves on the line to find out just who we are.<<

It has to be a piss take, Shirley?

[Latte]

I can see that ending in disaster!

i think it'll begin with Disaster. 1000 Potatoes all taking off at once

[Big Dave]

i think it'll begin with Disaster. 1000 Potatoes all taking off at once

Actually, you know - I've been in the middle several hundred at full tilt and it's one of the best sounds ever.

[gijoe1313]

I take it the prize money at the end is enough to cover the fines and court costs when, the winner is worked out to be doing x amount of speed Failing that, I guess the organisers are pretty sure they won't be paying out anything since nobody will be making it to the end!

[Latte]

Actually, you know - I've been in the middle several hundred at full tilt and it's one of the best sounds ever.

Nothing wrong with the sound. Just 1000 bikes all trying get away from the same place, at the same time, with $500,000 up for grabs. Good way to whittle the field down real quick. Potato was just a light hearted jib - any 1000 bikes will be carnage.

[Big Dave]

Nothing wrong with the sound. Just 1000 bikes all trying get away from the same place, at the same time, with $500,000 up for grabs. Good way to whittle the field down real quick. Potato was just a light hearted jib - any 1000 bikes will be carnage.

got it - potatoes is usually a reference to the sound - it just reminded me of a couple of rides. When it's so loud it hurts - but it's a good kinda pain - like the Far Side Cartoon with the cowboy who has been shot in the same place on each limb.

[HenryDorsetCase]

Actually, you know - I've been in the middle several hundred at full tilt and it's one of the best sounds ever.

Sound like a bunch of Lancasters over Dresden?

[Latte]

got it - potatoes is usually a reference to the sound - it just reminded me of a couple of rides. When it's so loud it hurts - but it's a good kinda pain - like the Far Side Cartoon with the cowboy who has been shot in the same place on each limb.

Weell, I'm guessing a lot of them will be "open piped" and no helmets. So bleeding ears could be a major reason for "atrition"

[HenryDorsetCase]

interesting, it looks as if its being run by an Indian Tribe (who are self governing IIRC) so they might offer sanctuary to the winner and refuge from the hundreds of speeding tickets

[HenryDorsetCase]

Oh, and you'd need to be anything BUT unemployed: I reckon it would cost a minimum of $50k NZD to do it.

800k a day, every day, for two weeks. Thats tough.

[Big Dave]

Sound like a bunch of Lancasters over Dresden?

Dunno - but you can feel the air in your lungs resonate.

First few paragraphs of a dribble re-work has been on my desk top for a few weeks:

Bob had a few beautiful Harleys. For this 2,000km tour he chose the Heritage. We called it pink behind his back. He insisted it was 'Salmon & Cream' and as he pumped some serious iron, was as strong as an Ox, and would wrestle till someone cried ‘Uncle’ if we pushed the matter, for this trip at least, it was simply…Bob’s. It stayed on pole for the entire journey.

Bob’s even harder-case brother, Al was on his older and battle scarred Heritage, undeniably Red, it always occupied position two. Al was as solid a father figure as I have met. A seemingly tireless community worker for his kid’s interests and it was rare that we enticed him out for a Social ride. But the way the pub hushed when the drooping Zapata moustache and copious tattoos entered, and the steel in the gaze, gave him an aura that left no doubt there was more to the man than I would ever know. They made a formidable front pair to follow from the Hunter Valley Coast to the Outback.

On the second row of the grid was Rusty. Rusty is the Yin for Big Dave’s Yang. A compact man who is always sparking up about something. Between the two of us we average two normal blokes – in height, weight and disposition.

A two-wheeled odd couple with an enduring friendship and a common love of dribbling on about motorcycles.
We once used his 1988 Yamaha Gold Cup 250 World Production Racing Championship trophy as ice bucket. It went with all the Castrol Six Hour winning ribbons and Bathurst Championships on the lounge room wall.

Rusty was on his hotted up 1200 Sportster and I occupied the position one out, one back, on my Thunderbird. Usually to a chorus of barbs like ‘What do you call the bloke on a Triumph riding with three Harleys? Unemployed!!!'. Raucaus laughter.

Of course that was till we came to the occasionally Twisty sections and the Ohlin’s Shock and Race Tech front end that Rusty had installed in the T'bird came to the fore. Rusty’s Sporty had a GSXR front end and a World Champion nut connecting the seat to the handlebars - so it was the odd couple and daylight if serious questions were asked, but usually we liked to ride in pretty tight formation across the ancient and flat landscape of the Hunter Valley floor. Pretty fast too. Me in position four.

But this was a big one.....