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Harley Davidson FXLR 1340 Low Rider Custom

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Make Model

Harley Davidson FXLR 1340 Low Rider Custom

Year

1987 - 91

Engine

Four stroke, 45° V-Twin, OHV, 2 valves per cylinder.

Capacity

1337 cc / 81.5 cu-in
Bore x Stroke 88.8 x 108.0 mm
Cooling System Air cooled
Compression Ratio 7.4:1

Induction

38mm Keihin carburetor

Ignition 

Electronic
 Starting Electric

Max Power

50 hp / 35.8 kW @ 5000 rpm

Max Torque

90.8 Nm / 67 lb.-ft. @ 3600 rpm

Transmission 

5 Speed
Final Drive Belt

Front Suspension

38mm Showa telescopic forks

Rear Suspension

Dual Showa shocks 5-way preload adjustable.

Front Brakes

Single 292mm disc 1 piston caliper

Rear Brakes

Single 292mm disc 1 piston caliper.

Front Tyre

100/90-19

Rear Tyre

130/90-16

Wet Weight

280 kg / 617.3 lbs

Fuel Capacity 

15.5 Litres / 4.0 US gal
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For longer than I'd care to admit my mate and I have been trying to upstage each other with more and more extravagant race replicas. Having topped his FZR1000 with a race tuned GSXR1100, I was waiting with baited breath for his next move. From the way the house reverberated I thought the mad bugger had bought a bloody great tank. But no, not quite, it was a malevolent looking Harley with what sounded like open pipes.

Whenever one of us brought a new bike we always went for a race.....the GSXR had no trouble blowing the antique vee-twin into the weeds but my so-called mate turned up at the pub we were racing to with a bloody large grin on his face, making some comments about my back making me look like an hunchback from the GSXR's racing crouch. Worse still, when we got back to the bikes a bunch of frails were gasping with admiration at the beauty of the Harley whilst my flash paint job was completely ignored. The devious bugger had put me firmly in my place.

Six months later the fool got married to the kind of woman with thunder thighs but a mind like a piranha. The upshot was that he had to get shot of the FXLR pronto. As I'd just smashed my beloved Suzuki into the side of a bus it seemed quite natural to hit the bank manager for a seven thousand pound loan (I told him it was to buy a Metro).

Strangely, I immediately felt at home on the Low Rider. Lolling back like I was on a thundering armchair with the huge vee-twin engine throbbing away like every power pulse that was wrenched from its ancient design was only done so at great cost from overcoming huge physical forces. The mill is actually rubber mounted but their effect only comes in once more than 2000 revs are dialled in. Even then, the motor is never going to be electric smooth and fade into the background.

Of course, torque is what this engine is all about. Huge great gobs of it that hit you in the pit of the stomach as you roll on the throttle in third or fourth. The relatively basic nature of the gearbox is to a great extent alleviated by the rubber belt final drive that gives an uncanny smoothness to the transmission....until you've tried a bike without a chain it's hard to realise how harsh and primitive is the normal means of final drive. I could quite happily roll on the throttle with just 20mph on the speedo in top gear, the grunt giving more than adequate acceleration. It took a while to adapt to not needing to pump the gearbox like a lunatic....clutchless changes made the gearbox sound like it was about to explode.

Harley's are endowed with quite primitive suspension, but I found the Low Rider stable on good A-roads and motorways. It would trundle along at 80mph without a care in the world, although more than an hour would have my shoulders aching from the wind blast. Fast cornering was always accompanied by a mild weave that threatened to go terminal when the road turned rough.

Rather more worrying was trying to hustle through tighter bends when invariably the undercarriage would put on a spark show and even try to lift the back wheel off the ground if I got really serious. Despite its chopper looks, though, it could be stormed through most sections at a decent clip. The low centre of gravity helped to give a very secure feel to the bike.

Braking was barely adequate, not so much that the front single disc didn't work well but rather that I was used to twin discs of ferocious power on the race replicas. It took a while to adjust to the slow retardation, I was often sent into full panic mode as the bike headed into the side of some cage.....I soon learnt to use the engine braking and plan ahead a little.

By way of contrast, the rear disc was rather vicious, able to lock up the back wheel with hardly any effort. The first time it rained I almost browned myself when the wheel went into a vicious skid, not helped in the least by the poor grip of the Goodyear tyres some wretch had deemed suitable for a heavy bike like the Low Rider. As the skid happened as I was threading through some stalled cars, the cagers were treated to a dose of metal carnage as the back end waggled from side to side. Being a good citizen I did not hang around to find out their opinion of American iron.

Damage to the Harley was minimal but enough to throw me into a frenzy of polishing and cleaning. Finish is not brilliant, it needs a twice monthly dose of tender loving care to keep the copious quantities of chrome and alloy shiny. Less than three years old, chrome has fallen off the shocks, the exhaust downpipes and the sissy-bar.

Vibes have got through to one of the back indicators, causing it to do a runner and the footrest bolts have a nasty habit of coming undone despite using Loctite on them. Having done 12000 miles so far, (5500 on the clock when I bought it) the engine has needed nothing more than a couple of oil changes (consumption between changes miraculously minimal given the amount of thumping and grumbling the mill puts out). With hydraulically self-adjusting valves, a single carb and electronic ignition the only thing that's left to muck around with are the primary and final drives, neither of which has needed much adjustment.

The Evolution series of Harley engines gets better with each passing year, minor refinements ironing out potential problems. Most of my complaints about the Harley come from the nature of the bike not its inherent design, although with Harleys these are almost inexorably bound together.

For long distance work, the fuel tank is too small, giving a range of only 120 miles even when the FXLR is ridden mildly, which given its nature is most of the time. 35-40mpg is not that good for a bike that doesn't like to do more than 90mph (weird handling and vibes) - probably down to the brick shithouse aerodynamics and near 600lbs of mass.

Large passengers put the shocks down on their stops, inducing wild wobbling....taking male friends on the back is a rather too intimate experience for my liking, nubile frails are another matter, though. For some reason, even with the Harley at my behest I have failed to coerce droves of frails on to the pillion....they take one look at me and burst into hysterical laughter!

The pillion perch is usefully shaped for strapping on my camping gear. In the summer I'm usually out on the road every weekend, either going to bike meets or off on my own wanderings. I once had the Harley attacked my an enraged bull who seemed to mistake the bike for a rival bovine. I'd camped in the wrong field. After three attempts, the bull managed to knock the HD over, but was in a bad way by the time it had finished, shaking its head from side to side as if it didn't quite know where it was. Pulling the Harley out of the mud, no mean feat, I was almost in tears as I clocked the dented exhaust, airfilter cover and tank. I had to clear out fast as the bull was eyeing the resurrected Harley like he wanted another fight. I made a mental note to never buy a red bike again.

After about eight months with the Harley the insurance paid up for the damage to the Suzuki GSXR, so I had two completely different bikes in my garage. However, I had become so enraptured by the easy going nature of the HD that I found the Suzuki almost impossible to ride. Its racing crouch was now agony, its smooth engine horrifying in its remoteness and blitzing acceleration somehow lacked the fundamental edge of the Low Rider. Much to my horror I had become a total Harley devotee.

As the bank payments were threatening to cut off my petrol money the GSXR had to go.....the Harley's original owner had found out the true nature of his wife by then and needed some highway excess to bring him back to life. Poor chump kept the Suzi at my house for the first couple of weeks until he could summon the nerve to inform his wife about the terrible deed. We'd come full circle and were once again eyeing each other to see who would try to outdo the other with a more outrageous machine - always fancied one of those Heritage......

Source Dick Williams