Harley Girl!

I never really thought of myself as a Harley-type girl. And it's not that there is anything wrong with Harley Davidson motorcycles. I've always loved motorcycles. I suppose I let myself fall victim to the stereotype that comes with those types of bikes. When I think of Harleys I usually think of rough, tatooed, old men with long unkept beards, and long straggly hair.

About a week ago Thumper and I were bored and so we just hopped in Bianca and started aimlessly driving around. We ended up in Chattanooga at the Harley Davidson dealership. I had never been there before and so I was a little excited to see what it was like. Thumper warned me though that we could not spend too much time in the showroom because of course, he would see something he wanted. Ironically, we were there until closing time. They practically had to kick us out.

While he was walking around talking to one of the salesmen, I found her. There she was, one of the most beautiful motorcycles I have ever seen. Modeled after motorcycles that were driven in the post-war era, the Crossbones looks like a bike you would see in an old 1940's movie. As Thumper came back around to where I was standing I pointed her out to him. For the rest of the evening we wandered around and would select a bike and ask me how I liked it compared to the Crossbones. Everytime my response was the same, "I like mine better." Apparently I said it so much that after sitting on it he was just as convinced as I was.

Thus it is that my perspective has changed. Harleys are a household name, the manufacturer of a very classy, well-made, very expensive, motorcycle. Now all we need to do is find some money so we can buy that beauty!