The Eliminator is a poseur's delight. Those admiring glances, the chicks swooning over the bike, the guys dying to borrow it on a Saturday night are bound to elevate you to an altogether different plane.

The thing is after you get over the initial euphoria, those admiring glances wear thin and don't hold much water. In time you get used to the fab looks, kind of like when you own a car, over time the interiors become more important than the exteriors. Same yardstick applies here. A poseur's bike must also make you feel like the king of the road. Here the riding position is of paramount importance and oh what a riding position the Eliminator sports. Feet forward, arms outstretched and the view from the saddle, oh ho ho! The single speedo pod, the chunk of chrome on the fuel tank, lashings of chrome, aluminium levers, machined handlebar yoke, and that long endless stretch of road ahead make you feel uninhibitedly and unabashedly happy with yourself and life in general.

Ergonomics are also top class. On account of a weak lower back I have an unusually rigid riding position that is perfectly suited to the bike. I am also very sensitive to any ergonomic glitches. It's credit then to the Eliminator since after a 200km ride I felt better than when I first swung my leg over her! Rider comfort and pillion comfort are outazisworld, zero fatigue, all smiles. Riding the bike with a pillion is even more comfortable than riding her solo, the pillion doubling up as armchair (especially if the pillion happens to be your girlfriend). For cruising I would have preferred the foot pegs to be positioned still further out but then this would have made her a handful in the city. A good compromise seems to have been struck here.

The torquey and silky smooth power delivery plus the confidence inspiring brakes are major plus points. Special mention must also be made of the superb headlights. The standard electric starter also scores on the convenience stakes.

But every bike has her glitches and we will start by bitching about the ignition switch and handle lock located below the fuel tank on either side. Ten out of ten on the nuisance scale but then the outlawish nature of Harleys and cruiser gangs means no sissy stuff here. A fuel gauge has been omitted probably keeping in tune with the minimalistic styling. Then there is the lack of a flasher which really should be included considering the high cruising speeds she is capable of. And here I stop cribbing as I have run out of grouses. Oh and not to forget the pansy exhaust note. We need some more rumble and roar though in a civilised manner.