I LOVE Harleys!

Today was an almost perfect day. Sunny and 81 degrees. Not a weekend, but a Wednesday, so we are halfway there. But I must start off by letting you know that I have an absolute love for Harleys. I like all motorcycles just for the sake of being a motorcycle. But that came much later in life. Ever since I was a little girl, I have loved Harleys. Not like them. Not think that they are cool or hot. LOVE them. Anyone who knows me, especially when I was a child and teenager, knows this. It all started at the lake. Everything seems to go back to the lake. But that is a different post for another day. I was 6 or 7, at the lake one summer night. I was with my parents in a store at the Bagnell Dam Strip. I could not find them in the store so I went outside to look for them. I still could not find them so I sat down on the ground and whimpered or cried or something. A big, burly Hell's Angel on a Fat Boy came by and asked what was wrong. I knew I should not talk to him. Not only was he a stranger, he was downright scary looking. Long hair, long beard, tattoos everywhere and he wore lots of leather with skulls and flames and whatever else that seemed scary to a small child. I guess I told him I was lost, I don't remember. Before I knew it, I was on the back of his motorcycle going up and down the strip. He was nice and I wanted to believe him, but we are taught not to trust strangers so I thought I must be getting kidnapped. By the time we got back up to the top of the strip, my parents were looking outside for me. They had never left the store! He stopped the motorcycle, told my parents the story and they all talked for a few minutes and he was on his way. I bet that man has no idea what he started!
Ever since then, I have wanted a Harley. Now, please hear me. I want a Harley. Many women love Harleys. They love men with Harleys. That is why big, ugly men on Harleys get hot chicks. But me, I love the motorcycle. When I was younger it was almost an obsession. I would go around and squeal like a crazy person when I saw any kind of Harley. I would kiss every bike I passed right on the gas tank. I would hop on a Harley with anyone just to be on a Harley. I had all kinds of Harley gear. As I have gotten older, I have matured on that somewhat. A little. I now have models I like more than others. I'm not much for the Sportsters or the big, Road Kings. I like the Softtails the best. I have had the chance to buy a Harley twice. It didn't happen. Several years ago I went to Sturgis with some friends. Several people died on their bikes that year. A year later I had my first child. My love lessened some. I got kind of wimpy. But it is slowly coming back. I am considering for the first time to buy a little Yamaha or Suzuki first. But I probably won't. People get starter cars, starter homes, starter diamonds and even starter wives or husbands. So why not a starter motorcycle? I could handle any other starter. Maybe not the spouse part, but anything else. But I don't think I will do that with a motorcycle either. It has to be a Harley. I always said I would own a Harley even if I can't ride it. So even if I have to wait until I am 80 to purchase one, I will.
That long story brings me to this afternoon. Today was MY first day of Spring. There were Harleys everywhere. I experienced an afternoon of being out making visits with clients. Everywhere I went I heard the sweet sound of the roar of a Harley. It let me know that summer is almost here. This is why Harley owners don't need therapy. Now I have a smile on my face that has lasted all afternoon.