What is it with these women and their love for Harley Davidson Motor Company?
I think we could just shorten that to;
"What is is with women?"
I don't understand much of what they do, say or think. No complaints though. I'm sure it works both ways.
As for HD riders, it is a shame that some of you have the impressions that you do.
Growing up a lower middle class dirt bike freak, I was always in a constant struggle to come up with the money to keep my bikes running. A group of HD riders from my neighborhood were always very good to me.
When I needed some maintenance that I couldn't handle, these guys would do it for the price of a few beers. In fact, they would have done it anyway, I just threw in the beers.
I owe these guys a lot now that I think about it. They taught me a lot about how motorcycling brings people together on a level that many non-riders can't understand.
Over a 6 or 7 year period in the 70's, these guys:
Painted my bikes more than a few times.
Rebuilt my engines a few times.
Tuned my bikes when I got frustrated with the learning curve.
Helped me to extract broken bolts.
Changed flat tires.
Gave me too much to drink.
Let me sleep on their couch when I had too much to drink.
and many other little bike related help.
All of this for the price of a few beers, some conversation and learning what it means to have a kinship with someone just because you have some of the same interests in life.
I returned the favors when I started work in a machine shop and had access to parts fabrication.
By the way, most of these guys didn't own cars. Their bikes were their transportation.
Did they make Jap bike jokes? Sure.
I gave back my share too. I remember handing my friend a small handful of bolts and nuts claiming I found them in the driveway. Three or four of the guys spent ten minutes checking their bikes for missing parts. It was all in fun and everyone knew it.
In the end, I believe people are people. We all have little quirks and most of us do things we like to do just because we like to. I am of the school where if you don't like or want something, don't buy it or do it, but you don't have to criticize another's decision to do what he wants to.
To this day when I go back to the old neighborhood, I stop by and say hello to Mike and Sal, the two brothers who made me realize that a motorcycle is more than just a machine.