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Best Harley Story
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Discussion Started: 08-27-2003, 12:37 PM
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Harley-Davidson is celebrating its 100th Anniversary this week in Milwaukee along with an expected 250,000 riders. Share your favorite Harley ride or story.
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grapejam88
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08-29-2003, 11:12 PM
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Ok, here's another one, and this I really did see. I was driving a little ways north of home yesterday, about 30 minutes north of Milwaukee and saw a small group of Harley riders. They were driving down the road and each of them was wearing a leather vest and the whole outfit ensemble. The vest had buttons from various locations they had visited all over the fronts. They were flying the Australian flag on the back of one of the bikes and this is what really made me laugh and showed the true humor in the moment.....one of the guys with the Aussie flag waving had an inflatable kangaroo riding buckshot! Now that was funny!
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grapejam88
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08-29-2003, 12:10 AM
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This is not really a Harley story, but just a note to say that I am just SO glad that we, here in the Milwaukee area, get the honor of bringing the "Davidson family" home. That's kind of what they are, and they are all here for a big reunion. The wonderful kindred spirit everyone seems to share is neat to see and the boost to the local economy cannot be denied...sort of like hosting the Olympics right here in Milwaukee! I just say continued prayers for all the bikers and auto travelers for the next several days that everyone can travel safely, there has been too much tragedy already. Let's face it, it's always been a struggle for cars to give proper space to bikers during normal conditions and now it's multiplied by thousands. Keep the rubber side down!
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krup86
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08-28-2003, 10:50 PM
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Monday morning Aug 25th in Chicago's South Loop. In front of our building that morning I noticed a co-worker talking to 2 guys on Harleys and thought I would check it out. They were looking for directions to our Downtown Harley dealer. While my co-worker helped with directions I chatted with the other guy. They were from Mexico City, Mexico. It had taken them 6 days to reach Chicago and were on their way to Milwaukee. I wished them a safe ride and a great time. It made my day and has brought a smile throughout the week. The sound of the 1st Harley in the spring is better than hearing the 1st robin sing.
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Qwissyann
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08-27-2003, 2:48 PM
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I was getting gas at the Mobil station on the corner and a Harley pulls up to the pump behind me. It was an older looking bike, appearing to have seen many many miles of open road. It had lost its shine, but made up for it with a lot of character, as did its rider! He was a "strapping" guy, as they say, wearing biker boots, dirty well-broken-in blue jeans, a faded pale yellow t-shirt tucked in by a black leather belt with a Harley buckle. And his hair! Nice hair. Over the collar, wind-blown, naturally curley dirty blonde locks. The kind you want to run your fingers through to straiten out, only to mess up again. His eyes were ?? gee, I don't know, his hair distracted me so. Oh, mercy me! So anyway, I decided I needed to say hi while filling up. "Hi, how's it going?" I asked. He looked over and smiled as he nodded "Allo!" Oh my, that's an accent! With my curiosity up, I walked over extending my hand to introduce myself, "Hi, I'm Chris." He touched his hand to his chest and said, "I'm Marco." Still not having identified the accent, I asked where he was from. "Italy. Venice Italy." Well, how cool is that? Right here in Waukesha, Wisconsin, on my lunch hour, filling my car with gas, I meet a handsome Italian. I asked how he and his bike got here. He said he flew in to Oregon and shipped his bike via cargo ship, which took a month to get here. I asked how the trip was. With broken-english, in a beautiful Italian accent he said, "Not so good at beginning. Bad weather, lots of rain in Oregon and Washington. But then it was better." I had to add, "And now you are finally here, and we have beautiful weather for you." He said, "Magnifico - yes, beautiful weather! Very nice." I noticed that on the front fender of his bike, he had written in black magic marker the names of the cities they stopped in on their Ride Home. Portland, OR, Kennewick, WA, Missoula, MT, Sturgis, SD, etc. I thought it was remarkable that this world traveler would indelibly record his historic trip "Home" on the fender, no doubt to add to the miles of stories already clocked on this particular bike. Wanting to continue the most interesting conversation I have ever had at a gas station, (well, almost anywhere for that matter), pointing to his bike, I asked how old his bike was. He thought for a moment, then proudly said "1,200 kilometers." I just smiled politely, realizing we finally hit the language barrier. Knowing the Northwest Ride was about 1,200 miles, I decided to let it go at that. Just about that time, the gas pump clicked off on my car, so I thought I would wrap it up with Marco. I told him that I hoped he would have a wonderful time while here, and wished him a safe journey home. I'm not convinced he thoroughly understood me, but by his smile and the way he said "Thanks" in that gorgeous Italian accent, I think he got the drift! So I got in my car and came back to work, smiling all the way thinking about the extraordinary lunch hour I had. And then it hit me, "Why in the world did I come back to work??? That bike had a passenger seat! ARG!!!"
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