Originally Posted by
BPTactical
I bought my first Harley when I was 17. Got my first tattoo shortly thereafter.
Why?
Because only THOSE people rode Harleys and had tattoos.
That's why I rode, because I like being one of THOSE people.
You built your sled from the ground up, it was a part of you. When my wife moved in with me there was a small block Ford with a tunnel ram on it where the kitchen table should be and a chopped, hardtail '77 Sportster where the coffee table should be.
It was a way of life.
The first time I saw some dentist/lawyer/accountant otherwise douchebag on a brand new Ultra Glide in shorts and tennis shoes I knew that way of life didn't have the same meaning.