|Victory Cross Country|
A strange and interesting thing about the Victory Cross Country: it gave me the worst riding experience of my life, and yet the reason for that terrible experience is so easy to fix I am willing to overlook it and tell you that this is The One. This the motorcycle I need in my life.
|The Cross Country gives you a real sense of presence.|
I’m guessing that, like the Victory Judge, the Cross Country would audibly benefit from the Norse-god-like rumble of Stage 1 exhaust. But I found the grunt of its stock pipes to be equally pleasing, making me want –– almost need –– to ride on and on. And that was a spirit that carried to every other part of the bike.
|The dash offers plenty of information
but keeps a clean look.
I was happy for such an experience because, contrary to machines of Victory’s cruiser line, the Cross Country can actually stop. Up front, it has two discs that actually work the way actual brakes are supposed to. Which means less aggressive reliance on the single rear disc, and an overall less stressful “whoa” experience. Especially because the Cross Country’s brakes are anti-lock.
Meanwhile, speaking of bad-assitude, the panniers are relatively easy to remove if you don’t need them and the bike sans saddlebags looks pretty cool. I suspect the absence of the panniers’ weight and drag would also give just a little more kick to the already-fun acceleration experience.
|The Victory guys gave me this key ring.
It is now one of my most-prized possessions.
The Cross Country has been on my What I Want list for quite a long time now and having now seen and ridden the bike I find I want it even more. Back when I first fell started falling for it I wasn’t that hot on the fairing, but since then it has really grown on me. In person, that fairing gives the bike an aggressive look, it makes you feel you have real presence on the road. and it meshes so well with all the other aspects of the machine. Like the majority of Victory models, it is fun to just stare at –– to follow the lines with your eyes, to examine every little aspect.
It is a bike with a sense of spirit; it is the sort of thing you find yourself speaking to. It is the sort of thing for which you set aside your pennies. For who knows how long, because great googly moogly is it pricy, but I think it’s worth it and one day I’ll have one of my own.
The three questions:
For me to consider spending my own money on a motorcycle it needs to answer in the affirmative three questions.
Does it fit my current needs and lifestyle?
Yes. It also fits the lifestyle to which I aspire. It is a bike for what I am and what I want to be. It is surprisingly capable in corners, it has plenty of space to carry a passenger comfortably, and it has a decent amount of storage which can be expanded if so desired.
Does it put a grin on my face?
Yes. A massive stupid idiot grin. I was in the process of being concussed on my test ride and I still was hooting and shouting with joy. I mean, I know I’m saying it but I really don’t feel I’ve conveyed just how much I enjoyed being on this bike.
Is it better than my current motorcycle?
Yes. Is sex better than a flu shot? It looks better, it rides better, it has more features, it has more power, it has more torque, and it’s from Minnesota. I loved this machine.