Lane Splitters - 1992 Harley-Davidson FXR Before
After successfully bidding on eBay, a rough lumber crate showed up at Cycleworksnow called Stink Works for our projectin Costa Mesa, Calif., where Dr. Geoffrey Gates, the horsepower expert, uncrated what appeared to be a dog-tired '94 H-D FXR. After close examination, it was determined that this was a police bike that had been through its paces and sent off to pasture in the civilian market. The bike's former home was Seattle, so the oxidized aluminum was no big surprise. The bike won't start, and the tires are cracked. And yes, the paint is nasty. At present, calling the bike a pig certainly does a great insult to pigs.
So it begs the question, "Why?" Why this bike? Could we have used our $25,000 to buy a show bike and just walked away? Sure. So, why did we bid on what appears to be a bike in its death throes? Is Team Lane Splitters going to embarrass itself when it arrives at the competition? Has everyone here gone daft? Well folks, that's for us to know, and for you to find out soon enough. And, while everything remains on a need-to-know basis at present, I'll give you a tiny hint. Take a good look at that left turn signal. See the red button marked horn/siren? How much do you want to bet it's used for something entirely different not too far down the road on competition day? If that isn't clear enough, I'll give you a final clue, through the lips of the infamous Professor Fate [Jack Lemon in The Great Race]: "Push the button Max!"