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Well it seems quite easy to spread the HD Virus. Some back story:
I don't know if I've told y'all on here, but I've only recently purchased my '08 Night Train after going several years without a motorcycle. I previously had a '73 Ironhead that I seemed to work on more than I rode...so I sold it, but never stopped longing for the feeling of the ride.
Case 1. I bought my Train right after I moved here to VA and my new neighbor had recently sold his 105th Anniversary Fatty. Well, I got mine and now he's got the fever bad! He's making preparations to drop 30 large on a new CVO Street Glide.
Case 2. A civilian that I work with saw my new Train and told me about how he's wanted a Nightster ever since they came out. Said he had all the money set aside to buy one and his wife decided they needed a deck off the back of their house...just like she spent the money on something else the last time he had the money. I said "Man, when's it ever going to be YOUR turn? We ain't gettin' no younger and a welfare check could pretty much pay the note on a $9K Sporty." He didn't respond...just looked off like he suddenly felt pleasantly ill.
Case 3. My Dad used to own an '87 Heritage Softail Classic. When I was about 15 (18 years ago), we moved, and to help pay for the building of our new house, he sold it and hasn't really looked back. Well, I get my Train and drop the bug in his ear via a text message..."So when you gonna get another Harley so we can go ride?". He responds with "Probably not for awhile, just bought a new pontoon boat". I dismissed the exchange thinking he wasn't interested.
Well, i find out that the bug I dropped in his hear wasn't easily dispelled. He let it get cozy and warm in there. My Mom visited last week to see Hobo Jr. for the first time, and informed me that Dad said something to her about my Harley comment. Gentlemen, we all know that this is a man's way of testing the water...observing her reaction shall we say, to the idea of him getting another bike. Well, as my Mom's visit ebbed, I could see that she as well started exhibiting symptoms of the HD Virus...saying things like "lemme see your bike" and "take me for a ride"...talking about "we've got friends back home that ride!" and "wow, this is bringing back memories!".
Herdsters, this is four cases of the HD Virus in under a couple months just in my personal vicinity. I fear that the Virus has gone airborn with about a 98% communicability probability. There is only a fraction of a percentage of people who seem to be immune (BMW riders). I think they've enclosed themselves in a cloud of Smug that is impenetrable.
We need to be vigilant Herd and call these cases out when we see them. Right here will be Herd HD Virus Case Report Central. We need to get these folks that have contracted the virus into their Local Triage Center (HD Dealership) so the virus may properly incubate and spread accordingly. If we try hard enough, we could possibly create an epidemic of thunderous proportions.
All terminal subjects should of course be sent here to the Herd Hospice so they may live out the rest of their lives happily with their knees in the breeze and their chins in the wind.
I don't know if I've told y'all on here, but I've only recently purchased my '08 Night Train after going several years without a motorcycle. I previously had a '73 Ironhead that I seemed to work on more than I rode...so I sold it, but never stopped longing for the feeling of the ride.
Case 1. I bought my Train right after I moved here to VA and my new neighbor had recently sold his 105th Anniversary Fatty. Well, I got mine and now he's got the fever bad! He's making preparations to drop 30 large on a new CVO Street Glide.
Case 2. A civilian that I work with saw my new Train and told me about how he's wanted a Nightster ever since they came out. Said he had all the money set aside to buy one and his wife decided they needed a deck off the back of their house...just like she spent the money on something else the last time he had the money. I said "Man, when's it ever going to be YOUR turn? We ain't gettin' no younger and a welfare check could pretty much pay the note on a $9K Sporty." He didn't respond...just looked off like he suddenly felt pleasantly ill.
Case 3. My Dad used to own an '87 Heritage Softail Classic. When I was about 15 (18 years ago), we moved, and to help pay for the building of our new house, he sold it and hasn't really looked back. Well, I get my Train and drop the bug in his ear via a text message..."So when you gonna get another Harley so we can go ride?". He responds with "Probably not for awhile, just bought a new pontoon boat". I dismissed the exchange thinking he wasn't interested.
Well, i find out that the bug I dropped in his hear wasn't easily dispelled. He let it get cozy and warm in there. My Mom visited last week to see Hobo Jr. for the first time, and informed me that Dad said something to her about my Harley comment. Gentlemen, we all know that this is a man's way of testing the water...observing her reaction shall we say, to the idea of him getting another bike. Well, as my Mom's visit ebbed, I could see that she as well started exhibiting symptoms of the HD Virus...saying things like "lemme see your bike" and "take me for a ride"...talking about "we've got friends back home that ride!" and "wow, this is bringing back memories!".
Herdsters, this is four cases of the HD Virus in under a couple months just in my personal vicinity. I fear that the Virus has gone airborn with about a 98% communicability probability. There is only a fraction of a percentage of people who seem to be immune (BMW riders). I think they've enclosed themselves in a cloud of Smug that is impenetrable.
We need to be vigilant Herd and call these cases out when we see them. Right here will be Herd HD Virus Case Report Central. We need to get these folks that have contracted the virus into their Local Triage Center (HD Dealership) so the virus may properly incubate and spread accordingly. If we try hard enough, we could possibly create an epidemic of thunderous proportions.
All terminal subjects should of course be sent here to the Herd Hospice so they may live out the rest of their lives happily with their knees in the breeze and their chins in the wind.
:laughout
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