Beauty is subjective, of course, but based on the stares my bike gets on the road and at local bike nights, I have to proclaim my mission "accomplished." Even among hard-core traditional bikers, the appeal seems universal. Maybe the chrome hair dryer hanging on the side of the engine is the lure, or perhaps it is the unmistakable whistle of the turbocharger that commands their attention. Or perchance it is the combination of a powerful yet functional Honda cruiser that looks like a bike costing a lot more. It wasn't exactly cheap, but when compared to the aforementioned customs, it seems like a bargain every time I leave one of them behind at a traffic light.