Each time I try to know, I find I know less than I thought. What do I know about it anyway? Who knows.

It seems to be dirty all the time.
Dead bugs like stars scattered over the front end.
Mud ohh the mud.
Finger prints on the chrome and paint.
Oil on the pipes.
Dont get me started on the rear wheel.
Washed it one time.
Hasnt seen water in a year.
Wax has been gone for a while on the paint.
Dont understand I wash my car all the time.
I wish there was a place to detail bikes in my town.
But then someone else would be working...

Handlebars and lots of road. I am getting to the point of no return on this harley thing. It is amazing how much of a difference being on motorcycle is from driving a car. I always heard people whom were bikers , talk how they felt free when they are alone on an open road with the wind in their faces. Didnt realy understand why/how this was so. but last friday I was driving north on peoria, i had never been farther than pine on peoria so i decided to see were it goes. the thought of iminent danger...