For Jamie at least, low-speed handling suddenly took on acute importance. All the machines were easy to maneuver at walking speeds, save for the Intruder. Slightly ragged carburetion off-idle, a grabby clutch and floppy chopper-style steering geometry make it the clumsiest pretty much anywhere there's likely to be an audience. Of course, that's the very same audience that's the most impressed with the Suzuki's level of finish once it's safely on its sidestand. Nothing else in this group has as many pretty pieces as the Intruder, though the overall lines of the Vulcan Classic were most loved by our road crew. The Springer, too, has undeniable character and a genuine quality that others simply can't simulate. The Low Rider has the ambiance of countless Harley-Davidsons before it, sort of like a Universal Milwaukee Motorcycle. Upstaged by the Classic, the old-look Vulcan 1500 has its admirers, but they seem to be dwindling. We admired the twins in a variety of light, too, as we parked on a ridge leading to the Virginia Lakes and the setting sun gave way to a rising, then-eclipsed, full moon.