When we were kids, my friend and I would sneak into his Dad's garage, pull the cover off his old Harley, and dream. Never got over that. Owned a few bikes, but that big twin sound always stirred something deep inside. I realized that old dream a few years ago when I bought a new Softail. Soon, I fell in with the kind of folk our mamas warned us about ... Netscum!
I'm now in Western Michigan. Ping Me.
