Before you get to see how the Heretic works, you need to know the starting drill: fuel tap on, ignition switch on, compression releases-one per cylinder-set, choke on, then push that big, red button on the dash that doubles as an oil-pressure light. The engine comes to life like a Kodiak bear with a Yukon Jack hangover. It's loud, and it's not kidding around. Upright ergonomics are comfortably neutral. And with its three-position rear ride-height in the middle slot, the Heretic sits fairly close to the pavement. Steering lock is limited. But with more torque than Triumph's 2.3-liter Rocket III and about half the weight, acceleration is not. The spec sheet says there's enough to go from 0-60 in 2.8 seconds, and that seems just about right. It's like being shot out of a big, billet cannon.