THE TIMES OF YOUR LIFE
Credits to the May/June Hog Tales Issue
Maybe it was the time your grandpa let you sit on his 1939 Knucklehead. You were four, it remains your oldest memory. And among your dearest.
Perhaps it was later in life, as you sat in your car and watched a gleaming Road King round a sweeping turn. The only thing seperating rider from sky was the coolest leather jacket you ever saw.
You're more than a motorcycle rider - you're a Harley-Davidson enthusiast.
Because at some moment in your life, you fell in love with the combination of chrome and the open road.
YOU DON'T JUST RIDE --- YOU RIDE TO LIVE
Now for me when i was reading this i looked at my wife and we both just smiled ,knowing this article had just described us and lots of our friends that we have met along way.
So if this is you come on and ride
