6 Beer Curfew.

Before.

After..

The “Hog” pen.

I was awoken at the crack of dawn by the Harley fairies this morning. Two little dirty men in a pickup unloaded my new toy as the sun came up over the cedar. What a nice way to start a day.
Time was ticking as I scrambled to “Just hear it run” before I ran off to work. Time was really ticking when I “Just have to figure out how to jump it” before I go to work.
It’s a good thing work isn’t boaring, or I’d have just though about riding all day.

Finally, I got home finished the chores, and got to the task of going for a quick ride.

The sun was setting, the birds were chirping and all was right with the world when the bike started to sputter. It now seems silly that my intensive check out of the bike, from a buyers prospective was so extensive and yet I seemed to have over looked the simple task of checking for gas. Shit!
To make matters worse, it seemed I had forgone the run position in favor of the reserve position, smart right? Well the good news is I was only now a half mile from the house , and when she ran, she ran strong. The bad news is the new bike weighs a whole lot more than the sports bikes I’m used to.

So to summarize:
Always check your gas.
Harley’s are heavy.
The less you pay for a bike, the more plastic “Chrome” shit will be glued to it.

Have you ever ridden down a dark country road at night, your headlight pushing the darkness back. No matter your speed, that tiny bubble of light seems too small. Every stone, pothole or turn rushes at you from just outside the net your hi-beam throws. This is my new job. I’m riding a fledgling shop full throttle through the black.

The owner is over my shoulder screaming “Faster, Faster”. The dawn would be profit. We’ve over-run our headlights, my skills stretched to the braking point. We have a long way to go, but at least I’ve been down this road before.

The shop is braking even, every week. No small success, and not a mile stone to be overlooked. The profits will come as sure as the dawn. But not unlike a zombie movie, the dawn is never quick in coming.

Why the motorcycle metaphor? See next post.