Steveo;
I can empathize. I live and hang out in an area that embodies an inordinate number of motorcyclists, the majority of them itinerant and Harley-mounted (we're a biker "destination" kinda place). Unlike you, I have de-badged, de-stickered, and covered-up everything on my Fury that could possibly reveal its pedigree, except for the Fury sticker on the rear fender. It's incredible how many guys (or biker sweeties, since they see it as something cool that they could straddle and actually get both feet on the ground) will go to inordinate pains to track me down just to discover "what is that thing, and who made it?" It can get a little disconcerting/annoying when you're in a restaurant/pub/saloon with friends and some neanderthal/knuckle-dragger hollers out, "Hey, who owns this chopper out here?", and then expects a time-consuming line-and-verse expose' and revelation. My friends have all been instructed not to readily identify me as the owner, and sometimes, as suits my mood and fancy, I sit quietly and ignore the query. Since I have the only Fury in the whole area, the interest was really fun and flattering at first, but has now become, these many months later, mainly annoying, although, as a properly self-respecting dirty old man, I still go out of my way to enlighten the interested sweeties, especially the young, pretty ones. LOL
Cheers
