I have tried to pin this down for years. Maybe the ALL WISE and ALL KNOWNING H-D Community can help. Why do I have such an attachment to this big hunk of iron and steel I ride? It is an inanimate object. But if I have a bad day, it makes it better. If I'm having a good day...it makes it even better! Tried to sell it to buy a new one, can't do it. Too much history between us. Carried my dad's ashes on the back half way across the country, one last ride with my Pop. Clipped a full grown buck mule deer at 62mph (got pics of that one) and all 3 of us rode away from that one. I'm going to heaven cause I've had the hell scared outa me a few times. Thought I was in heaven from the beauty I've seen, all from the saddle of my Dyna.


You hear words like "heart" and "soul" thrown around a lot when talking about Harleys. But in the end, it's just a machine...or is it? Maybe it's the fact that, that something about it, that elusive, hard to put into words feeling is the thing that Harley-Davidson brings to the table that no other motorcycle company can claim. I do know if someone has to ask me why I love my Harley so much, they wouldn't understand the answer!
So come on! What do y'all think? What's your story, your take on this. Is it the truth or am I in line for a trip to the Happy Farm?

 

Why??????.....don't I have some of what you've been smoking?

 

Spend less time trying to decipher the meaning and more time riding.

 

It is not even winter there?

 

Just ride.

 

Don't change your drug dealer he's selling great stuff!

 

Some things in life defy comprehension, Harley-Davidson is one of those things, so just enjoy the ride and be thank full that you ride a Harley.

 

They give you something to look forward to.

 

Is no meaning friend it just is, every individual see's & feels something different on 2 wheels.

 

U-b-smokin-da-good-cronick.