My cousin Wilson came down last weekend, and we went up to the big Harley shop on Dorchester Road, the one where a floor about twice the size of a basketball court is covered with new machines. The walls climb and climb and climb, and all the way up, six or seven up, they’re lined with glass-fronted shelves that are full of classic Harleys, antique Harleys, you name it. Okay; they have a few Indians and the like up there, but we are talking 98% Harley here, and gorgeous. Stone cold gorgeous. And that’s before you go back into the area where the mechanics work, which is about half again as large.
I’m leaning toward a Fat Boy with a Black Denim paint job (as close to matte-black as you are likely to get) and a blacked-out engine (almost no chrome showing at all!). The balance is sweet, and if I get the backroom boys to work over the engine a bit, she’ll dig in and climb for the stars, I’m betting. This is the machine you ride into town sliding down the razor’s edge of midnight. By the time they know you’ve been there, it’s too late. If anybody asks you, RJ’s done been here and gone. Apologies to Josh White.
Harriet’s fighting me on this one. Which is to say, she hasn’t said one word against the bike, but…. Those of you who are married to smart women know how this routine works. Luckily, she hasn’t made this a hill. (A man who expects a long relationship needs to chose carefully the hills on which he is willing to die.) We’ll have to see how it works out. Time is on my side. It will be August or September earliest before I am strong enough to actually ride. By that time, she’ll assume she’s won just because I’ve gone silent.
I will, however, be in Seattle and in Anchorage as promised, so don’t worry about that. I’ll post a few “boiled egg” pictures in a day or two, though I have considered them long and hard. I don’t think anybody will tell me how good I look or how cool or anything like that. This is one ugly dude, boys and girls. Stone ugly. Harriet can lie all she wants to.
Well, I’m out of here for now, guys.
Take care.
RJ
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