What a busy few days. Saturday was my sister's wedding, so Kim and I took off Friday to hit up some of the rehearsal stuff and get free food. All kinds of stuff goes wrong with our trip, our hotel, our food,, etc... but nothing major.
Wedding went well, my new brother in law is a good guy and I got to see a lot of friends and family I haven't seen, some as long as six years!
As a funny coincidence, our hotel was a half block away from a big Harley dealer in Oregon City, OR. I take advantage of the situation to drag the GF on over and we look at bike.
We stroll in to the sea of chrome, sales folk and people attempting to get financed for their expensive bike. I immediately spy the Buell corner - a small room off the showroom floor with about eight bikes in it. I start drooling over a used Ulysses (wow that's hard to spell), fully decked out with hardbags and other accessories. Looks good! I'm trying to keep the drool from showing as I'm checking out the bike. Several minutes pass and nobody makes eye contact with either Kim or me.
I move on to some of the other Buells, just to get a feel for size. I've only been around a few and they were heavily modified.
A few more minutes pass and I recall the horror stories about Buell support and the general Harley dealer snobbery to the brand. It doesn't make a lot of sense to me, but I put it to the test. Well, there were a sea of salesmen, at least a half dozen were talking amongst themselves or just not helping customers, and I was being ignored.
I drag Kim over to some of the ACRES OF CHROME, DAWG bikes. It takes about 45 seconds for a salesman to come over and ask if we've "found our two bikes yet." I inform him we're still looking and I'm interested in the Buells back in the side room.
The salesman deflates.

He tries to salvage it with "I had a Buell, it was a great bike..." and keeps going. He was being kind of weasily on the price of all the Buells, too. We politely brush him off and his offers of "good deals" for financing and head past the apparel section to the exit.
Seriously, who buys Harley Davidson socks?
At the exit was some new model of Harley I hadn't seen before. It was the only one there that rubbed me the right way. Sleek, understated lines. Simple, naked motorcycle, as God intended. Belt drive to boot!
I take a quick look-see, decide I'm still probably going to snag a new Tiger 1050 eventually and we head back to the hotel for a quick nap. A few hours later, off to the wedding, then the reception, then the after party, then sleep, then the eight hour drive home.
Still trying to get some semblance of sleep back in me, but that's not working too well. Oh well, I can dream of polishing acres of chrome with my new Harley Davidson socks, Harley Davidson fashion leather vest and Harley Davidson fingerless gloves.

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