Nailed it, totally nailed it.

 

ditto, great post.

 

I went to paint a pot and while all the other girls were painting pretty flowers and kittens I sat and painted this...




I actually painted a HD mug too a few years before Harley ownership

 

Not at all, when you stop wanting to admire it, your likely ready to stop riding.....hard to explain

 

Harliquin, that is really cool

 

Thanks, dunno if I dare eat more than toast off it

 

The wife and I went for a breakfast ride down near Tucson one morning. I parked the bike in the motorcycle parking area, right outside the window of the little breakfast joint we were at, which was predominantly filled with senior citizens. From my table, I was watching as an elderly man was backing his sedan out of his parking spot, and was coming real close to backing in to my bike. Then he got closer. Then he got closer. He was about to hit it. I stood up quickly, went to the window, yelled "HEYYYY!!!!" and smacked the window pretty hard. It didn't stop him from hitting my bike, but it did scare the hell out of everyone in the restaurant! He JUST BARELY tapped my tourpak with the edge of his trunk. I saw the bike move ever so slightly. I ran outside to check it out. He didn't even know he had hit it. Luckily, there was no damage. I went back inside and apologized to everyone for scaring them. Once my heart rate returned to normal, I finished eating my breakfast.

It was one of the scariest moments I've had in a while. I thought my bike was about to be in an accident. It was like watching it in slow motion, and there was nothing I could do.

 

>> I do the same thing!

 

I get up everyday at 4:30am (today was 3am). I have no idea why, stay up late, and boom up at 4:30am. So I read any new updates on the Harley forum (this forum is my favorite). Just completed reading this entire thread. I really appreciate all the comments because it made me feel like a “normal” person. I also do most of the things that are mentioned here. It also fits with all of the really nice people I have met on my bike. Going to rally’s or rides you have a strong common bond with others. You may not know them at all but it is natural to start a conversation around your bike and all of a sudden you have a new friend. This is what life is all about. By the way some of the nicest people are the “tough looking people” who may scare the hell out of you at first. But once you start talking to them you realize that they are really nice people. They are not trying to scare anyone, it’s just the lifestyle they have chosen. Ride on!