Harley Davidson

King of the Road

For those that don't understand, it can't be explained. There is no use in trying. You just have to get a ride or you never will. Those of us that do understand, ride, or try to. Status really has nothing to do with it. Pride does. But that is only a bonus. There's just something about the heartbeat of a Harley racing down the road as the fingers of the wind run through your hair. You are reminded that you are still alive, still real, still free. And these days, that's a rare and cherishable experience.

I got into Harleys when I raced shorttrack, the Harley Davidson XR750 is still my dream machine. My first was the SuperGlide above. I got it while I was in the Army (what a mistake) and it's the only good thing that the Army ever made happen for me. Later, it was sabotaged. Eventually, I got an old 61" `48 Panhead. But it wasn't the same. Eventually, I realized that I'd never get to build my Dream Machine unless I could afford it. Thus I embarked on my college education. To keep me from going crazy I play The Road To Sturgis or The Need For Speed and make believe. Sad isn't it? ;) Oh well, my return to the road WILL come!

Page Created:   July 26th, 1996
Page Moved:    August 8th, 1996
Page Updated: September 20th, 1996

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