The Low Rider S was one of the first Harleys I ever rode. The impression it had on me is as vivid in my memory now as it was then. From the moment I started it, I was in awe of the machine that seemed like it was alive. After riding European and Japanese bikes, the American big V-twin felt like a living thing, shaking and growling – and that was before I had even turned a wheel.
After I recovered from my shock, I took the Low Rider S for a ride down the Route Napoleon in southern France. It’s difficult not to like any bike on a sunny
