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Hey now.....I don't consider myself middle aged, but I do look damn cool on my Fat Bob!
Harley Davidson:The great American tradition of middle-aged white guys who have no hope of looking cool any other way.Seriously though, I think they're pretty cool. My dad and uncles were all kind of dare devils. They were all into motorcycles, race cars, and drag racing. There was a local dirt track where they all tinkered on a late model car all year just to get a shot at racing a few Saturday nights out of the year. They liked anything that would go fast and potentially kill them. :)
Well, to be fair, you're in a completely different area of the country. Here in Dallas/Fort Worth, well... The sight that inspired this post was a large window sticker with a Hareley Davidson logo... on a slightly rundown 2-door Ford Aspire... which was being driven by a fifty-something guy who looked like a retired computer programmer, complete with combover. The rule of thumb around here is that the crotch-rockets are the domain of the Yound And Stupid, while the Harleys belong to the Mid-Life Crises. There are sensible, sane motorcycle riders who own their bikes out of simple love for the vehicle, but they're the exception.
Also in fairness, the Harleys also belong to the Mid-Life Crises because they're usually the ones who can afford to buy them. It's the same around here, usually the 45 and older crowd. It's a status symbol of sorts to have a Harley Davidson to cruise around on.Now I have this cartoonish picture in my head of this: The sight that inspired this post was a large window sticker with a Hareley Davidson logo... on a slightly rundown 2-door Ford Aspire... which was being driven by a fifty-something guy who looked like a retired computer programmer, complete with combover. And thanks to a friend on fb I have this song stuck in my head which totally completes the picture:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AO43p2Wqc08Your welcome. :)
I'm playing Meatloaf to wash that song out of my mind. So, um, thanks?It does fit the mental image, though.
Sorry, but misery does love company and I didn't want to deprive others of my affliction. I knew you'd appreciate it.
Around here it pretty much like the Dallas/Fort Worth area where the motorcycles are concerned. Every one of my family members has had one including us at one point. It was fun for a while and then it wasn't. I hated wearing the helmet and it was very hot if you did. Once we found out we were having not one but two kiddo's at once the bike whet bye bye along with our other toys, such as my BMW Z3 ahh I miss that car.Also D'Ma my eyes hurt now after that video!
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