Have you ever loved and losing someone special that everything changes in an instant?  For example, daily routines, birthdays, anniversary, Christmas, Thanksgiving and so on.  The reality of this world, you love and lost loved ones, a best friend, a companion, or a riding partner. Life can be cruel but also pleasant and full of surprises at the same time. Each person takes their grief in a different way or manner.

This past year has been a challenge. Learning to do everything by oneself, laughing or just a silly grin, a hug or companionship from that special person.  My husband died 2016 and it’s a different world since. The house has been so quiet, his motorcycle and mower in the garage, and everything that is his still sitting.  The year has its challenges but when it gets to the holidays, it’s another matter altogether.

My husband was a great teacher and my best friend when I was learning how to ride a motorcycle.  Taught me what I know about Harleys or general motorcycles.  A worrier on little things, my riding partner and my better half.  Always cheer a friend up when they have a bad day. Make the time needed if someone in trouble or stranded on the highway, or just sitting around visiting and bullshitting.  Missed him during the toy run last year and this year or any other rides we had since.  The phrase, “it is easy said than done”, plays a lot these past days. Some days are easy and some are not.

Life can be very interesting or cruel.  Depend on a persons’ perspective, it also can be pleasant and forgiving in its own way. I am a very positive person and love life, life goes on, some days it feels like theirs a hole in my heart that will never heal, but then sometimes somedays are harder than normal.  I’ve become a full-time workaholic with lack of sleep. What is sleep? Work was my outlet, work at work, and work at home.  During spring, summer, and fall, it was easier because work and Harleys are my meditations; but during the winter time, it’s a little difficult to ride the Harley on the ice and snow.

Some friends suggested seeing a psychiatrist just in case depression/grief gets a little too much to handle; it may work for other people but it does not work for my self-being. Even when things get a little bleak sometimes, I believe that whatever I have to endure in this one life that we live in, God will always shine at my worst time.

Having a great loving family both personal and motorcycle, good friends are a must in any persons’ life in order to endure this world.  It is never easy to say “I am not okay” because, in reality, no one wants to see pity or feeling sorry for them.  It is a lot easier to say “I am okay” because then I don’t have to explain anything.  I’ve never fully understood why some friends I’ve known throughout the years said “He/She is okay” and they are not, but now I do.

Living and learning during my grief, I have come to realize that most of the things you see on television are not the same compared to reality.  Learning to live with grief is easier said than done; losing a loved one especially a spouse or your riding partner in life is a whole different matter altogether.  Maybe to others, it feels the same but to my knowledge, it’s not, because a spouse is someone that you share everything inside and out with including your bed.

Thanksgiving, calendar special dates, and especially Christmas is harder holidays that I have ever endured.  I have nothing against Christmas, but realizing it that since he died, Christmas is not the same but a little harder month. Harder month because we shared a lot of memories on Christmas especially.  The sweetest memories, I’ve learned to smile or giggle on some of them, but some bring tears that never stopped in a lot of times.  The longing for what we have and lost forever is a little bit overrated.  Realizing that even though I will never see that silly grin again in this lifetime, it brings a sense of relief that he is not hurting and in a better place than here.

So, cherish each moment and time with your loved ones, a riding partner, or a friend because we will never know what tomorrow brings.  Time cannot be reversed once it’s here, passes it is gone.  Every memory created, makes life and moving forward a little easier.  Someone once said “it gets easier with time”, this phrase I hope in the near future will be true but for now it’s not.  So, if you know of a friend with a similar situation; give them a hug, a smile, a handshake, or just a hello; you’ll be surprised how meaningful that is.

Drowned with rain then burned afterwards

Part I

Have you ever got caught in a ride been drowned with rain and four hours later got burned crisp from the sun afterwards; and home is still another two-hour ride? It happened on this ride.

Got off work from O’Sullivan on Saturday morning; we decided to head for Iowa to see Katrina, our niece.  Their were 5 of us riding 3 bikes. Hubby & I on the 1975 Harley Davidson Shovel head (Beast), Dean & Josephine on 1995 Harley Davidson Dyna Wide Glide (Bumble Bee), and Wayne 2 on 1972 Harley Davidson Sportster (Wahine).  We have to garaged Wayne 2 Harley Davidson Sportster because it was leaking oil badly, that’s how he end up riding wahine.  The ride was awesome that morning, beautiful day starting out.

About bout 60 miles from Iowa border when Wayne 2 holler at Hubby and Dean waving at the sky. The side we’re riding, sun is shinning and clear but looking toward the right side; very dark blue-black clouds. Hubby and Dean signal Wayne 2 that it will be okay; it’s on far-right side, we’re on this side away from it.  It was, until 7 miles down the road and it curve right underneath them blue-black clouds.

Within minutes we were all soak. It rained so hard that we were following each other’s tail light. It was a good thing that Dean didn’t end up in the ditch because we all would be. We found a road side park and pull off. The saddle bags are soaked through. Cigarette brake;  Hubby was the only one with dry cigarettes, we shared his, waited for the rain to ease up. Hit the road when the rain lightened up.  Stopped by the nearest gas station about 15 miles down the road to pick up some gas for the bikes and coffee or anything warm to  warm our body since we still got a little ways to go.  Apologizing to the store clerk that day; everywhere we stand in the store, there’s a puddle of water. Took off after everyone are feeling a little warm and the bikes are gas up.

We were about 5 miles from Iowa border when the sun came out. And it got hot very quickly. After we cross the Iowa state line, we started peeling of jackets and chaps, by the time we got to Katrina’s place it shows 97 degrees. We spend the night at Katrina’s to dry our clothes, jackets and everything else we had on going up; and of course, Wayne 2 party that night with Katrina..

Flame is the name of his Shovel Head

Being Late Yet On Time With Mishaps Harley Davidson Shovel Head


Have you ever been in a hurry but always running late for an event or something. Well, funeral is never something I want to run late on but on this case; we must deal with mishaps on the road. Repairing a motorcycle with what you have; so being late on Reds funeral yet on time with all the mishaps, the tempers, and the cussing.  It is funny now but at the time it was not.

Hubby and Red were very close friends since their early 20’s.  I’ve had the pleasure of meeting Red before he passes.  Hubby has ridden his 1975 Harley Davidson Shovel Head all week long to and from work.  We checked the Shovel the night before to make sure every single bolt is tight and also, checked the fluids.  This Saturday morning of Reds funeral, we started out with mishaps or unfortunate events at home.  Getting ready that morning, going out to the shop to roll the Harley “Flame” out, the front tire is low on air.  Check and input air back in the tire. They were fifteen of us going to the funeral but we’re meeting everyone on our way out.

In the meantime; Hubby and I, Junior, Wayne 2, Allen and Jackson started out from my resident.  Two and half mile down the road, the shovel started to sound like it’s misfire; so, Hubby pulled over on the far right and stop, there is no road shoulder.  He checked everything including the spark plugs.  On his right hand, he doesn’t have much feelings  ever since the surgery.  Holding one of the spark plug and inspecting it when Junior ask him what wrong.  Hubby said, “bike is acting funny” and he handed Junior one of the spark plug from his left hand.  Unknown to Junior, the spark plug is hot.  Within seconds, Junior yelp and drop it. “It’s hot.”  We started laughing because it’s been nine years since Hubby left hand has been that way.

Wayne 2 had a spare spark plug in his saddle bag.  Hubby replace the plugs, we load up took off again.  Thirty-five minutes down the road and Hubby pulled off to the shoulder.  He slowed down to go around a curve, the bike cough and died. He got off the bike, check everything on the bike, took the seat off and there it is.  His battery cable came loose. Tighten it up, load up and off we go. Forty-five minutes down the road, Hubby pull off again. This time he’s looking at his watch and started to cuss, his temper is flaring.  His Harley died, found the problem; vapor lock. Being late already to the funeral, he’s not a happy camper. “I don’t know what is wrong with this bike but I swear it does not like funeral!” Found a clothes pin in the saddle bag, clip it on the gas line and off we go.

We pulled in to the graveside just in time the Indian Priest was about to do the closing prayer. Red is Cherokee Indian.  With the sounds of the Harley’s pulling in, we had everyone’s attention because of the sounds of the pipes echoes through out the hills.  Hubby apologize for us running late, but Reds wife said, “you’re just in time and I am glad you guys made it”.

With all the mishaps, the tempers, the cussing because Hubby’s Harley Davidson Shovel Head somehow don’t like funerals.  We aired the tire, changed plugs, tightened the battery cables, use a cloth pin for gas line because of vapor lock; it was a trying morning.  The overall of this scenario was “Red got his ROLL OF THUNDER before his closing  prayer,” and that is all that matters.

After the funeral, that Harley Davidson Shovel Head never had any problem going home.  Some things or events is being late yet on time with everything that happens on the ride getting there can limit our patience, but the outcome was awesome.  Of course, poor Shovel Head “Flame”, has other names added to it that morning, you know what I mean.  A coincident or is it just a mishap?

Harley Davidson Moorcycle

Harley Davidson Shovel Head: Piece Of Junk Worth Million Recollections

Piece of junk worth million recollections or memories in rebuilding  my  Harley Davidson Motorcycle Shovel Head.  Mom walked out of the house, take one look and said, “You guys spend money on that piece of junk?” Hubby and I look at each other and start laughing. “It’s not a piece of junk, it’s a motorcycle.”  I am very proud of this motorcycle because of the memories involved.  With a lot of laughs, jokes, beers and whiskeys; and pure strong desire of repairing this piece of junk. It was my first motorcycle I learned to rebuild with Hubby’s help.

Bought a very rough looking Harley Davidson motorcycle from a friend “Eddie”.  We decided, to pick it up on a Saturday since we’re both off work.  At the mean time; Mama (my mother in law) who live with us at the time and my Mom is visiting on this weekend. We let both mothers know we’re going to pick up a motorcycle; and won’t be too long.  With the trailer hook up to the truck, we went to pick up the motorcycle.

When we got home, both mothers are sitting outside the front porch.  Mom walk out to the garage where we pulled up with the motorcycle. She took one look and said, “You guys spend money for that piece of junk?” Hubby and I look at each and start laughing. “It’s not a piece junk, it’s a motorcycle.”  Mac, my son helped us unload the bike.  Of course, it didn’t help when we had to use a pry bar to pry up the fender from the back tire, so we could get it off the trailer. Mom just frown more, shake her head and walk back to the porch.  The look that both mothers have on their faces was more like, “we have lost our sense of mind”.

I learned from Hubby how to strip everything down on the engine and replace what needs to replace on the engine alone; re-done the whole bike from scratch, and we left the fenders for last.  We were discussing back and forth if we should buy new fenders or straightened up the old ones that was on the bike. Until a friend of ours “Douglas” stop by one evening just to see the update on the shovel head motorcycle.

With Douglas help, a couple of beers and whiskeys, laughs and jokes, sledge hammers, hammers and couple pieces of  2″x 4″ boards; we decide to give a try to straightened up the fenders, there’s nothing to lose but everything to gain. So, between us and Douglas we decided to have some fun, we enjoyed ourselves hammering on front and back fenders that evening up until late night.  That is the same fenders we beat on that is on my 1980 Harley Davidson Shovel Head today.  Little things makes life worthwhile; like having good friends who entertain themselves on simple things like straightened out fenders and good companies.

I have learned almost everything on that Harley Davidson Shovel Head from Hubby; it goes to shows that is never too late to learn, and learning is a very good experience. The Harley Davidson Shovel Head is worth million recollections of  learning, what to do and what not to do, how to drill out broken bolts, how to replace broken seals and gaskets, how to replace rods and hoses, how to replace motorcycle shocks, how to replace running boards, the jokes, the laughs, the friends, especially the memory about Hubby and everything else. That is the before picture before we started, and the after picture is on “about us” page – [1980 Harley Davidson Shovel Head 1340 cc].


Head light – check, Running lights – check, Oil – Check, Brake lights – check, Transmission Oil – Check, Front and Back Break Fluids – Check, General Motorcycle Checking routines; “Hand Signal” – Maybe!  Not all motorcycles come with a helmet that has an ear piece that each rider will hear one another.

Starting out riding, I rode with Hubby on his 1972 Sportster; years later – it was given as my birthday present. He showed how different hand signals works just in case someone cannot hear you on top of the Harley pipes.  During that time, I realize the vital importance of hand signals and the funny side of doing hand signal on a ride.

I reside in Missouri with a slang that goes with it “Show Me State”.  In the process of learning the vital importance of hand signals on a ride more than five (5) riders.  The loud pipes of the Harley that I love the most; a rider cannot hear each other very well if  communicating verbally, that is the main reasons of hands signal. Sometimes, even though, we see the brake lights or turn signals coming on; some of us riding enjoy the view mostly (paying attention but not focus).

While learning the hand signal, I’ve notice most riders pick up quickly on movements better than the lights”.  Slowing down, Left turn, Right turn, Engine starts, Road kill or something else on the road; it works for me truly, I like sightseeing when I am out riding, even though there are lights on my Harley I use hand signals for my safety as well as the safety of others on a ride.

The funny side of hand signal – in my learning years; every time my husband notches my side to do a hand signal, someone on a pass by vehicle always wave. At first, I just frown at them, but Hubby said, “It will be alright just return the wave if able to”. We always have a little laugh about it and go on.  It goes to shows I live in the “Show Me State”, and it always brought a smile.  

Earlier in the years, I’ve known some friends who didn’t know hand signal including myself; it is very vital important when there is more than five (5) plus riders, it save a rider or two from an accident, or a group of riders from a major catastrophe. I, myself, encourage all my new rider friends to learn this skill – it is very helpful in the long run.

Even, if all the major lights on our Harley works, it is always good to learn hand signals.  It saves twelve (12) of us riding down the highway and run across an accident in which just occurred. Running at 75 – 80 mph speed on I-49 Hwy and slowing down to 10-15 mph in a matter of 3-5 seconds helps when hand signals were used that day – the movement caught every ones view which made it easy to slow down to a stop without causing a major catastrophe on the ride that day.

Vital Importance of Hand Signal? “Yes” – very important to my view. It plays a major role in regarding safety, road hazard, saving a fellow rider from a major catastrophe, or just someone in need of a restroom stop. Enjoy the ride.



Have you ever wonder when there’s a miscommunication on a ride; it’s hilarious. You pretty much know what someone will say by their expression: the “WHAT”, the “I DON’T KNOW”, the “OH”, the “CONCERN” look, but last – the “GRINS” and the “LAUGHS!”

Riding down the road – over the rumble of the Harleys; I heard someone hollering! “I had to pee?” Or that’s what I thought I heard, it’s one of those scenario that was quite funny at the time but not to the Wayne”.

We just pulled out from the home place, there were seven (7) of us out riding on that beautiful Saturday morning around 10:00 am. It was my third (3) solo since I started out riding. Hubby and Dean were showing me how to ride with a group, what to look for, the distance between riders, the signals, and the formation.

We were about three (3) miles down the road, through the rumbling sound of the Harleys, I heard someone hollering “I had to pee!”. Wayne hand signal Dean to let him know, but Dean shook his head – signal back next gas station! Wayne was riding the outside lane, fourth (4) bike from Dean – leading; third (3) from where I’m at before Hubby (last). At first, I saw Wayne swerving a little, then cussing up a storm, then doing a slap dance of some sort. I heard Wayne hollering at Dean “I got a pee!” Hubby pulled up “signaling” Wayne – nearest gas station, then drop back to his position of riding.

Looked around going down the back highway: MoDot already mowed the ditches probably two (2) or three (3) days before, there’s a new crop of corn in the field both side – couple of inches tall maybe, and a couple of houses. NO TREES or ANY PLACE FOR A PERSON TO GO PEE.

To our dismay; two (2) miles down the road, Wayne pulled off the road, in front of someone’s driveway; before anyone could voice an opinion – he is already off his bike, shirt coming off, and trying to get his helmet off.

At this point, Dean slowed down and he is turning around coming back, everyone else pulled over the far right of the lane and park because there is no shoulder. It’s amazing what type of expression you see on this type of scenario.
Both Dean and Hubby reach Wayne about the same time. Hubby was making sure I pulled over on the far right of the lane safely before he pulls up to check on Wayne.

Hubby pulled up – looking up and down the road, and of course, the house – the driveway that Wayne pulled off at. He look at Wayne and said, “What are you doing Wayne?” “You can’t pee in front there?” Dean said, “We’re only four (4) miles from the nearest gas station, could you at least hold it in until then?”

Wayne, now, finally got his helmet off. “I didn’t say I had to pee!” “I GOT A BEE!” – “Two (2) Bees”; two went through my right sleeve – I got one but another got to my back inside of my shirt and end up in my helmet!”

“Oh”, understatement, that’s everyone’s expression. That makes sense; the swerving, the cussing, the slap dance that I saw earlier before he pulls off the road. Wayne got stung three times that morning; one on the shoulder, his back and by his right ear. Good thing for emergency kit; rubbing alcohol and ibuprofen helps. Between the laughs, chuckles and the jokes, we load up and took off on the ride.

By the end of the ride; Wayne said he’s heading home, he’s hurting. We ask him if he need anyone to ride with him home, he said “No, I’ll be okay but I’ll call you when I get there!”

It makes for a rude awakening on a ride, but it does happen when you least expected. I know it was not a laughing matter for Wayne at the time. But, it makes a good laugh that morning.

Have you ever had this type of miscommunication on a ride?  What I thought I heard is different from what is? Drive Safe!



Women bikers have come a long way from the rough and tumble motorcycle babe early 1900s to today’s society.  The stereotypical image of the burly male bikers straddling his two-wheeled freedom machine and riding off with a “biker babe” in tow is becoming something of the past.

Even before the 1921 article and Harley Davidson model catalog, the adventures of several women riders had already been documented in the Harley Davidson magazines. Out of all the documented stories; two of these stories were popular in pioneer days regarding women becoming independent involving learning and driving their own motorcycle was of Della Crewe (1914) and Effie and Avis Hotchkiss(1915).

The inspiring story of Della Crewe’s traveling in 1914 on her two-speed Harley Davidson with side-car starting from Waco, Texas to New York City, New York with her Boston bull pup name “Trouble”.    

Of course, there’s a story of Effie and her mother Avis Hotchkiss in 1915.  Effie purchased a three-speed Harley Davidson and added a sidecar for her mother so they could travel and see America; very inspirational. Their traveling story from Brooklyn, New York to the Pacific Ocean at San Francisco. There are a lot more stories of our pioneer women riders during the years even though Motorcycle Industries was still known to be a man’s world.

From pioneer to our current time, women riders or bikers are becoming very popular.  Before, a woman out riding usually with a male biker driving; now “most women are the driver: the feel of freedom, the thrill of traveling, the feel of being in control, and the love for speed”. I’ve known women riding Harley Sportsters, Dyna Wide, Electric Glide, Shovel Heads, Road King, Heritage and other different make and models like Suzuki, Honda and Kawasaki.

Myself, I do not know how to ride a bicycle; and yes, I ride my Harley Davidson Road King Classic (picture) every chance I have and mostly everywhere I go if the weather permitted. The freedom and being in control, and especially the thrill.  The early years of learning to ride was not so thrilling at the time; due to the fact of finding out that trees, corner of the house, the light pole, the home dug well, and side of the barn does not move; but practice and being consistent is worth not giving up . I love the deep sound of a Harley Davidson; it does not matter if I am riding down the road, or hearing a Harley pass by the house – the distinctive, awesome and unique sound that I always pause and look.

Harley Davidson was always the men’s world, not anymore; the women are just as much a demand as men are according to Harley Davidson reviews, not for just for posing on the motorcycle for the Harley Davidson magazines and but as “RIDERS”.




 [Feel the freedom, my sisters, enjoy the ride and be safe].




“Effective Emergency Strategy or Method for On the Road”: “Baling Wires and Zip Ties”


Harley riders and others can relate to this topic, either uses this form of emergency on the road one way or another. I know I did a time or two, very effective emergency strategy or method – EMERGENCY ONLY.

Last year, on our way to a Motorcycle Rally; on the last stop to fill up the bikes, I drove off on a deeper side of a curve not paying attention; I never did give it much thought when we pull out.  Shifting going up – no problem but somewhere in between, I broke the shifter linkage on my 2001 Harley Davidson Road King Classic. At the time, I did not realize it until we got closer to our destination – Kansas. When I tried to down shift, there is nothing there only the arm but I did manage to shift it down to third (3rd) gear, so during the turns I used the 3rd gear for speed to slow down just a little and throttle up so the bike won’t die. When we got to the entry way, also where we pay for our camping sites; it was a slow pace, I pulled over to the parking area(grass) and the bike died because I couldn’t shift it to first (1st) gear.

Ask son if he has any zip ties or tape or something to temporary ties the shifter linkage until we get to the camping area, he came up with some “zip ties and baling wires”. Used the zip ties for a temporary repair, I manage to baby (shift with care) the bike to the camping area. 

During the weekend, walking the “strips” where vendors set up booths on both side and have a road (gravel or tar) in the middle for walkways’ or drive throughs for people shopping; everyone sorts of keep an eye out for any vendor that might have a shifter linkage for sale. With all different vendors selling different things – not one vendor selling any part for what I am looking for.

On the last day before pulling out the next morning, I re-done the zip ties to make sure they are tight then use the baling wire to secure it in place (learned that from Hubby). Rode the bike home that way, shifting carefully so the linkage won’t come apart.

In the meantime, remember the “new” windshield that I mention on one of my blog; that story also goes with this one. On the ride home, I have notice my windshield is foggy.  On the 1st gas station stops, fill up the bikes, check the linkage, and wipe down the windshield which I thought it was dirty, everything is okay accept the windshield is still foggy. During the ride home, I thought to myself – maybe I am seeing things; so, on the last gas station stops; I gas the bike up, check the linkage, and wipe the windshield again – still foggy, no luck.

Made it home; check the temporary repair on the linkage – still holding, but the coating on the windshield is peeling on the inside and outside.  Check around on how to measure the windshield, it is a very interesting topic. My unusual working schedule, does not leave me any time to take the bike anywhere to get the right measurement to order a windshield.

Through my research, I found a windshield company “Freedom Shield” that makes windshield that fits perfectly for any Harleys or others. When I receive my windshield, all my old hardware from the previous windshield bolts up with the holes on the new one.  My new windshield is awesome, but to get back to our recent topic.

The “baling wires and zip ties, very effective emergency strategy or method for on the road  repairs – emergency only not permanent”. It holds up windshield, foot pegs, running boards, motorcycle wires, throttle and brake cable, motorcycle seat, sissy bar, shifter linkage, exhaust pipes (oh, but that’s another story), just a temporarily emergency repair until you get helped or to your next stop or a destination for your Harley parts. Now if it is something heavy duty like an engine; call a friend, a relative or 911. Ride safe!



“To ride WITH a windshield or WITHOUT?” Knowingly, mostly everyone who rides a motorcycle; it does not matter if it’s a Harley, Honda, Suzuki etc.., has ask this question at least once.  For myself, I am a Harley rider, I prefer having a windshield on my motorcycle – knowing reality facts, “[BUGS do Hurt]”, and also, an extra protection from flying debris.

I used to ride my sportster years ago without a windshield – {Freedom} as they say. One evening on our way back from a motorcycle run; I got hit by a June Beetle also known as a June Bug, it missed my helmet and shattered the right side of my riding glasses. Pulling over on the side of the highway, between the tears and the soreness from where the bug hit, somehow, we manage to make it home.

The next morning, it looks bad and felt worse {black eye, swollen and all}.  A friend stops by that morning and his facial expression tells it all; but it never fails “Does it hurt?” he asked. Hubby(Richard) reply “Nope, she was changing lane when the June Bug put on his breaks. Here’s your sign!” This I give Bill Engvall (comedian) the credit.  During that week, I decided maybe I should have a windshield put on the sportster. Well, to make the story short, today it doesn’t matter what type of upgrade or customize I do on the Harleys – it will always have a windshield, my preference.

There are seven (7) reasons why:

1.    Eliminate most of the bugs hitting the rider.

2.    Helps when you get caught in the rain.

3.     Help save a rider mostly from gravel/rocks thrown from tires.

4.     Other flying debris off the cars/trucks.

5.     It helps tone down the wind a little.

6.     It is an extra protection from horse, cow and hog trailers.

7.     It makes the ride and enjoyable trip.

There is no correct answer to the question. I do have friends who will ride without a windshield, but it always depends on each persons’ preference.

So….”[Would you ride your motorcycle with or without a windshield?]”



“We like to fantasize that motorcycling is all about the wind in your hair and your knees in the breeze, but when you come right down to it, there can be too much of a good thing.”  Like the wind; pushing against you at 60-70 mph for hour after relentless hour…in the cold…in the rain.  To counteract this, a windshield will deflect at least some – if not most – of that windblast away. Article written by Rider motorcycling at its best.

The windshield or windscreen is an extra protection that helps shield the rider from wind and flying debris such as dust, insects, and rocks. Not every biker likes to have a windshield on their motorcycle, but this article is for the bike riders that like having a shield in front of them as they ride.

Windshield helps keep the bugs out of your teeth and the rain feels like shot from a shotgun. They, also helps protect the riders from large bugs spatter (like June Bug) that almost knock them off their bikes, as well as debris that comes from vehicles either passing or that is in front of them.  They are great in the wintertime to block the cold wind.  The winter wind will make your hands numb no matter if you’re wearing riding gloves or not.  Article written by Ivstars386.com.

In the early years, windshield was made with acrylic (plexiglass) type, they were known to be crystal clear, however, drill mounting put stress cracks in the acrylic and lead to breakage.  The industries have come a long way; up to today standards; the Quantum Polycarbonate (Lexan) is the toughest material made that outstands the others with much better strength, better optical quality, and far better scratch and abrasion resistance.

In my early years of riding, Harley Davidson’s windshield were the best made; the different variety, the width {how wide you prefer}, the length {how tall you prefer}, the quality, and the offset of tinting in colors or clear.  Today, the industries are booming, we have so many companies making windshields with good quality that compete with Harley Davidson. Don’t get me wrong, I will always prefer Harley Davidsons windshield for my Harleys; but earlier this year when I replace my Road King windshield, I found another company called “[Freedom Shields]” that made good quality windshield also; but that a story for next time.

So, Harley Davidson windshield verses other Company Brands.  It all depends on the rider.  Sometimes cheap is not a good thing, I know everyone is not made of money; but a good, quality windshield might save your life and makes the ride very enjoyable. Safety should be your utmost concern, because the most important person is “[YOURSELF]”I will always recommended Harley Davidsons but it’s the riders’ choice – “[A good, quality windshield provides a rider an extra protection from the environment and on the road, and it’s worth it!]”