I knew that once the guys came to pick the bike up, I wouldn't miss it. I spent all year struggling with the FTR 1200's various quirks-especially its awful fuel delivery system, but more on that later-and this was the last straw. That, right there, sums up my experience with Indian's factory hot rod-pleasant anticipation, frustration, and finally disgust. Disgusted, finally fed up with it, I pushed it back into the garage, pulled out my trusty, 40-year-old Yamaha triple (which started with the merest brush on the starter button and idled like a champ), and rode off. I started it again, it idled for less than a minute, then stalled out again. The bike started with a light touch on the starter but stalled out within 30 seconds.
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