Harley-Davidson Forty-Eight Review: Rebel Yell!

We also had some unforgettable instances while astride the Harley Forty-Eight. From a jaywalker who was crossing the road in a funny manner, only to hurry himself towards the pavement when we blipped the throttle. To a couple cops, who were stationed at the end of a hill climb, and as we made it to the top after bringing the hills alive with the sound from that Screamin Eagle, they were confused as why were we riding a motorcycle so loud that announces its arrival from the bottom of the hill. Some thought the motorcycle runs on an unknown fuel only they’d heard of, called ‘White Petrol’, while some thought the 48 is propelled by two engines, the exposed V-twin adding to their imagination.

Now, some would try to figure the purpose or the reason behind anyone who’d buy this motorcycle. But logic doesn’t drive the heart. The sort of folks who’d connect with the Harley Forty-Eight are those who went to school but never learnt to live by the rules. Who trust everything that the masses have to say, but secretly and solely believe in the voice that emanates within.

Riding the Harley-Davidson Forty-Eight was an immersive experience, where there’s not much that is scientific about the machine. It’s all about blood, bones, hammer and chisel. Nothing about this motorcycle can be described in feminine terms. It isn’t something that talks like summer and walks like rain, it instead roars like thunder and hustles like hurricane.