I rode a brand-new 2008 Road King for several hundred miles in and around Las Vegas. As a rabidly proud American, I REALLY WANTED TO LIKE THAT BIKE.
It was honestly the most overpriced, under-braked, under-powered, rattly, #$%*tly-handling piece of crap I've ever ridden. About the only time I really enjoyed that bike was riding out two-up on a straight desert road at top speed (~105mph).
I hit a rough patch of road in Valley of Fire, and the bike nearly flew off the road sideways. I reduced my pace to sub-speed-limit levels, and I took it back to LVHD safely that very same day, where I happily turned it in, never to waste another valuable second of my life riding a Harley. Well, OK, maybe I'll try my friend's V-rod...
On the other hand, every toothless redneck between LV and the Hoover Dam stopped to tell me how beautiful it was. Also, many old men loved it -- usually old guys who "always wanted a Harley", but "never rode a motorcycle". A couple of hot girls in LV commented on it, but I'm pretty sure they would have thought my GoldWing, or even my CB550, was a Harley, too, if I told them so. They were really just excited about the guy on the motorcycle, and "what happens in Vegas" -- my date was not amused.