Nyx Becoming

You guys are probably tired of hearing about my bikes. But as my company commander used to say in bootcamp: “Oh fucking well.”

Nyx, my 2025 Harley Road Glide, already got pipes, an air cleaner, a ThunderMax ECM, and a proper tune. I wrote about that, I think. And holy shit, the transformation was unreal. Just like Aurora, she went from a bike I liked riding to a bike I loved riding.

Night and fucking day. Or maybe more accurately: Nyx and Aurora. Black and chrome.

Jokes aside, Nyx is now an absolute joy. The kind of bike that makes you look back at her every single time you walk away. I swear I love her more every day.

But before I brought her into the shop, there was a problem. The seat.

A seat built for someone half a foot shorter left my legs pinched and my hips cramped. Too much time in the saddle and I felt folded up, not planted. That wasn’t going to work, this is my road bike. She’s meant to do miles.

So I ordered a Le Pera Daddy Long Legs seat. And since road trips were clearly in her future, I figured I’d better do it right: sissy bar and luggage rack too.

All of it showed up while Nyx was in the shop getting her lungs opened up. And there it sat. In my living room. Waiting. Waiting for me to make the time. Waiting for me to decide that this mattered.

Last weekend, I decided it did.

I installed the four-point docking hardware. Mounted the HogWorkz Havoc sissy bar and luggage rack. Swapped the seat. Secured everything with a fresh thumb nut.

And holy fucking hell. She looks incredible.

I mean it. I cannot stop looking at her. Yeah, she needs some front-end work, but honestly… don’t we all? I’ve got plans for that when the money loosens up. I’m eyeing the Shark Demon 2 lights from Custom Dynamics, and a Klock Werks windshield. Together, those are going to turn Nyx into something downright menacing in the best possible way.

Aurora, of course, is already sexy as hell. She’s just not built for long days in the saddle. She is, however, fast. And I’ve got plans to make her faster.

That’s a story for another day. This one is about Nyx becoming.

Before the accident, I had two bikes that I loved and rode. The accident took one from me. It took three months and more than I can fully account for. It left me feeling stripped down and bare in a way that’s hard to explain unless you’ve lived it.

And now? Now that feeling is back.

I once again have two bikes I fucking love. Two bikes I genuinely want to ride. Two machines that make me feel like myself again.

This, this, is where it’s at.