Before we could leave the cafe at lunch on our Sinday ride, several phalanx of HD riders fired up and hit the road. Phalanx? Look it up.
I guess in part the upper room at the Cafe acts as a reverb chamber. All we could do was sit there and laugh as one Harley after another fired, revved up, and road off. It was impossible to converse for a period of time. So, I wasn’t going to share this, but after today’s luncheon interruption I changed my mind, go ahead and check it out:
I had shown this video to my son earlier, and got to see him laugh more than I’d seen in quite awhile. So, why is Harley bashing so satisfying? I think this is a fair question, the answers to which may shed light in that dark place of our souls, you know, the place that is responsible for the weird fact that riding is fun at all for grownups. I mean, just because a HD is underpowered, overpriced, doesn’t handle, are often fiddled to make an unholy racket, and have lousy brakes, its still a legitimate form of cycling fun, isn’t it?
