Man, I did the harley thing when I didn't know any better. Sold it the day I hopped on my uncles gold wing. Like a couch on wheels. Had two over the years, but it was either the cruiser or a table saw for space back then. It had to go.
My brother had a Harley and said a friend of his with a Japanese crotch rocket kept challenging him to race. Time after time, wouldn't let up on the race challenge. So my brother finally told him, fine, I'll race you but I get to set the course. The guy agreed, so my brother said we'll ride up to some biker bar he knew of where Harley riders hung out. You have to ride up there, go in and order a beer and drink it, and the first one back wins.
