Here is a little story for ya Freebiker.
Bout 2 weeks after picking up my bike my wife and I took a 4 day trip into West Virginia (sig pic below is from during this trip). We were heading towards our first hotel for the weekend and were on some sweet little twisty road, lots of board dragging going on....we like it like that. [smiley=huepfenjump3.gif] As we pass a little backroad a guy on a regular Ultra pulls out behind us, he's doing good as we ride, staying pretty much right behind me as the boards drag around the corners. The road starts to get steep, the steeper it gets, the farther he falls behind. Near the top of the mountain there was a nice little overlook, so we stopped. About 3 minutes later he pulls in, said he was doing everything he could to keep up and couldn't, wanted to know what I'd done to the bike. Explained it was bone stock as he realized it was the '06 Screamin Eagle Ultra I was riding. Turns out, he was from the area, knew the roads, rides em all the time, but couldn't keep up, his bike had pipes, an air kit added and I think he said the PCIII. Mine was stock, fully loaded and 2-up. The road was too tight to be using any high gear, we stayed in 2nd and 3rd pretty much the whole way up, so it was all torque that pulled us away from him.