The local station gives away a grand every month and once a day, when you hear the right sound effect, you call in and caller #6 gets entered in that month's draw. And that's what I did. I was #6.
They always ask the person what they would spend the cash on. They asked me....
"Oh I'll just throw it at my bike. You'll never even see where it sticks..."
DJ "So your gonna buy some chrome for your Harley, huh?"
You can see how he provoked me. I can't really be held responsible, can I?
I said, "No, not exactly."
DJ, "What do you mean? Why not?"
"Cause Harley's suck. And chrome sucks worse than Harleys."
DJ, "So you don't ride a Harley?"
"You catch on quick."
DJ, " Well ok, thank you and your now entered...bla, bla, bla...."
2 minutes later there's another caller on the radio, foaming at the mouth about how he's gonna kill me for not loving Harleys. And another after that. And another. And more. And they were getting more threatening.
About 6-7 into this, I called back and told Mr. DJ who I was. I told him he should be asking all these 'experts' if they rode. And then what they rode.
And he did start asking the callers if they rode. The first 5 guys and one girl said ..... uh, well, no..... then they caught on to that and everyone suddenly had 3 H-Ds in the garage. This went on for about 2 hours. When it started to taper off, I called back to stoke the flame a bit.
"The thing a Harley is good for is to keep some fat bastid from scraping his azz on the pavement as he travels down the road."
Now the calls were all about how dead I was gonna be when all these Mensa members got ahold of me. You could hear the spit hitting the phone receivers as these dudes barked out their death threats. It was entertaining as hell.
I called in the first time about 10 am. By 4 pm they were still getting calls and I called in once more.
"A couple dozen of these goofballs probably could beat me into a thick paste if they got the chance..... but if they are all riding Harleys, I ain't worried. There is no way in hell they could ever catch me."
I left work at 8 pm and they were only letting the callers who could form coherent words through by then..... most of the calls were growls and screams by that piont......
All in all, a very interesting way to spend a day trapped in the shop.
Now don't everyone get bent all outta shape and take this a Harley bashfest. I got nothing against them at all. I DO get a bit pissedoff when someone assumes that if I have a bike, it is automatically a H-D. As happens 9 times out of 10 around here. Even after I tell them it's not a Harley, most people tend to ignore/forget that and keep making oh-so-witty remarks about me and my Harley. And I just let them, most of the time.
This time I didn't.
Mike 
