Cleaned & polished on a Heritage Softail one Friday till midnight. 3 or 4 couples to meet at my house next day for a ride up into Ohio. I had the bike sort of sitting crossways in the drive for a good view. Nobody said a word.
We rode into the next county to meet up with more riders at a country store. Nobody said a word. I was calling them names under my breath.
On the way to Oh. I wondered if I'd ever clean a motorcycle that well ever again. It gave me pride, but nobody noticed? Was it worth it ?
Once in Oh. we stopped one more time for a pow wow before a further ride. And finally, the pickiest guy of the whole bunch said that he didn't know if he could ride with anybody that had a cleaner motorcycle than him. The rest of the gang moaned, say they too had noticed but just didn't want to give me the satisfaction, good friends ya know.
Mission accomplished.
We rode into the next county to meet up with more riders at a country store. Nobody said a word. I was calling them names under my breath.
On the way to Oh. I wondered if I'd ever clean a motorcycle that well ever again. It gave me pride, but nobody noticed? Was it worth it ?
Once in Oh. we stopped one more time for a pow wow before a further ride. And finally, the pickiest guy of the whole bunch said that he didn't know if he could ride with anybody that had a cleaner motorcycle than him. The rest of the gang moaned, say they too had noticed but just didn't want to give me the satisfaction, good friends ya know.
Mission accomplished.
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