who was inspired to ride harleys from outlaw bikers?
#281
Not this cat,must be the country boy in me.Never knew there were outlaws until long after I started riding Harleys.One of the girls I wanted to take out, her parents were dips they knew I owned a Harley and was determined I was a bad actor.So behind their backs was the only way to see this girl.
#282
Saw "On Any Sunday" in a theater as a kid, had to have a motorcycle as soon as I was out of the parents house. By chance ended up at Myrtle Beach during the spring rally for my honeymoon. Knew sometime my metric would be sold for a HD.
#283
As soon as I was old enough to ride on the street, I'd rode dirt bikes long b4 that, but at 16 I bought a used Yamaha 650 maxim. Couple years later a friend let me ride his sporty. That bike was a RAT, awkward to ride with the shifter on the right, it was a 71 or 72, and it was loud and ugly. It was also the most fun I ever had on a bike. I was hooked and 3 yrs later I put my Yamaha and $500 down and bought my softail. HD are #1on the fun scale in my book and I've rode lots of different bikes over the years.
#284
No, we use to draw pictures of choppers and racked out bikes in grade school during class. Easy rider was cool back then and we loved to draw and dream. My old man hated bikes and it bugged the heck out him when I put up the bike picture in my room and bug him for a leather jacket.
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My old man rode with a club. Growing up I loved the campouts,riding on the backs of my "uncles" bikes. It was only natural that I took it up. I rode a metric up until last year.
As soon as I sat on my street bob I finally understood the haey mystique,and the "soul" that everyone refers to.
Guys who don't ride Harleys don't understand,and I am not going to waste my breath trying to explain. My other bikes were a mode of transportation. My Harley is so much more than just a vehicle to get from point a to point b. Its like the bike speaks to me. Telling me to ride the road less travelled. Tells me to stop and smell the flowers. And most of all my street bob reminds me that the destination is just an excuse for the journey.
If I have to explain.........
As soon as I sat on my street bob I finally understood the haey mystique,and the "soul" that everyone refers to.
Guys who don't ride Harleys don't understand,and I am not going to waste my breath trying to explain. My other bikes were a mode of transportation. My Harley is so much more than just a vehicle to get from point a to point b. Its like the bike speaks to me. Telling me to ride the road less travelled. Tells me to stop and smell the flowers. And most of all my street bob reminds me that the destination is just an excuse for the journey.
If I have to explain.........