The piéce de résistance, though, is the deep, metalflake red paint on the fenders and the same classic 2.1-gallon peanut tank that used to force me to strap gas cans to my sissy bar on long roadtrips. That paint adds $700 to the $10,499 base price, but I don’t know how you can pass it up on a bike like this. Anyway, along with the impractical range, the ultra-low “brat”-style rear end with only 2.1-in. of travel could be considered part of the same “cost of cool,” but suspension was an area where I was actually impressed, especially considering how low this Sporty is. On the east side of L.A. where I usually ride, the roads are particularly nasty but there was none of the teeth-gritting, spine-crushing feel of an old hardtail, and the damping on those couple of inches of travel is set up nicely to minimize spring-loaded launch. (There are still times you’ll come off the seat, though.) The front end is firm and controlled enough to track nicely with its more than 5 in. of travel offering up zero problems on even the nastiest longitudinal ruts and grooves on the freeway. You’d never call the ride “supple,” but the 72 does well, considering the limitations.