I’ve been itching to get a big cruiser bike for months, but man – choosing between these beasts is tougher than it looks. So last Tuesday, I grabbed my helmet and hit three dealerships back-to-back to test ride the Suzuki M109 against other monsters.
How it all started
First dealership had the Suzuki M109 sitting there like a chrome gorilla. Fired it up and that V-twin roar vibrated my fillings loose. Took it on the highway – this thing launches like a rocket when you twist the throttle. Almost popped a wheelie accidentally pulling out of the parking lot! Seat felt like a marshmallow couch, but my back was screaming after twenty minutes from leaning forward so much.
Then I tried the competition
Next stop: Harley-Davidson dealer. Hopped on a Fat Boy. Immediate differences:
- Handling felt heavier – like steering a boat compared to the Suzuki
- Way more vibration through the handlebars at low speed
- But damn, that low-end torque made red lights feel effortless
Took it downtown and realized parking is a nightmare with those wide handlebars. Almost clipped a minivan trying to parallel park.
Last test was Honda’s Fury. Biggest shock?
- Super nimble turning for something this size
- Comfiest riding position by far
- But when I punched the gas, nothing happened for like two whole seconds
Felt safer than the Suzuki, but boring as watching paint dry. Kept wishing for that M109 kick in the pants.
The money moment
Back home, I spread dealer brochures all over the kitchen table like a crazy person. My wife kept asking why I needed something this huge. Here’s how I compared ‘em:
- Speed demon: Suzuki wins (that 1.8L engine is nuts)
- Comfort: Honda wins for long rides
- Cool factor: Harley wins (obviously)
But here’s the kicker – insurance quotes came in and the Honda was half the price of the Suzuki.
What I finally realized
After three days obsessing, it hit me: I wasn’t actually shopping for transportation. I wanted that stupid grin you get when a bike tries to rip your arms off. So yesterday I signed papers for the M109 in black. Yeah it’s impractical. Yeah my chiropractor will profit. But when that acceleration pins you to the seat? Pure gasoline joy. Sometimes your gut knows before your brain does.
