...And more power to them.
Ummm. Not really. Noise, heat, and vibration; yes. Power, no.
OK here we go again, and I'm probably the worst offender.
I hate pink elephants in the room. Hate em. The whole Harley thing is such a giant pink elephant. Ask a Harley owner "Why do you ride a Harley and dress up like a pirate?", and you'll get a hundred answers, and you'll be lucky if one is really truthful.
Here's my take on "Owning a Harley": It's very similar to owning a Hot Rod. Owning a Hot Rod has very little to do with the joy of driving, and everything to do with the joy of ownership of something considered cool by other hot rod owners.
At least if you ask a Hot Rod owner "so is your car the best one for actually driving
that you can buy?" you'll probably get an honest answer.
I was riding with my Toad King Gynoglide owning buddy last summer. We stopped at a tavern (OK I admit it). Some drunk pirate trying his best to be a badass looked at my jacket (Transition 2) and says "you ride one of those g&% beemers, don't you...?"
I said "no..no beemers here. But, hey, is that your sweet Honda outside?"