On that note I have another funny story involving HD. My father works right beside the big Harley shop in town and sees all kinds. The other day he witnessed a motorhome with Alaska plates show up and park in front of his place. The back "endgate" lowered down and they wheeled out two Harleys. They then spent 20 minutes squeezing in to all of their official Harley gear, fired up their bikes, and roared in to the Harley parking lot - all the way from Alaska.....
