What really surprised me, though, was how much I continued to ride the Glide after that first weekend. It was just such a pleasant, easy, relaxing, non-demanding motorcycle-everything my sportbikes are not. Sure, the hulk was a hassle to get out of the garage, but once under way, an ultra-low center of gravity and surprisingly competent slow-speed handling made it a joy for commuting around town-not to mention I could easily hide six bags of groceries in the saddlebags and Tour-Pak. And, as the temperature dropped in fall, that bat-wing fairing and leg shields did an admirable job of keeping the chill at bay. Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.