Let's get something straight right away: If you want to stand around and look cool, you're looking at the wrong motorcycle. Because the Magna has something that sets it apart from all those chromed garage queens hanging out in front of the trendy tatto parlor. And that something is performance. Crack open the throttle and the Magna barks once, then is flat gone. Unless you've been launched from the deck of the USS Independence, you've probably never experienced anything like the Magna's double-overhead-cam 90-degree V-four engine.

If you tried to rev any other custom this high, you'd be looking at a lot of hot oily pieces and a big hole in the crankcase. But the Magna's as reliable as a sledgehammer, and smooth enough to take you cross-country without having to get your spine realigned at the end of the trip. Cast five-spoke wheels, a chromed four-into-four exhaust system, and chromed and polished touches like the cam covers, engine sidecovers, and fender brackets make the Magna shine. The Magna is the ultimate iron fist inside a velvet glove.

The Magna. If you can't handle it, you don't have to turn the key. But trust us: Once you do, you'll never have to apologize.

"Max Warp"

"Roosevelt"




You Didn't See Me



I saw you hug your purse closer as we both stood in the grocery store line.

But, you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.

But, you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant where I sat.

But, you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for hurricane relief.

I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by.

But, you didn't see me riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.

But, you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you stare at my long hair.

But, you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.

But, you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those who had none.

I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.

But, you didn't see me cry as my children where born and had their name written in my heart.

I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.

But, you didn't see me going home to be with my family.

I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.

But, you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.



I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.

But, you didn't see me pat my child's hands knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.

But, you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you race down the road in the rain.

But, you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.

But, you didn't see me trying to turn right.

I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.

But, you didn't see me leave the road.

I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.

But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you go home to your family.

But, you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker...

A person with friends and a family.

But, you didn't see me.

~Author Unknown~



Not sure where this came from but I wanted to post it here. If the author has any objections when they come forward I will be glad to remove it if they so desire.