Some of my best friends are Harley owners. They all say the same cliché crap. The only one I don't kid is the one who does my tires and ran his specially prepped but mostly stock Harley on the salt flats at around 150mph, setting a new record for his class. His bikes always run really well and he rides the crap out of them. Then there's my broseph, Gene. His only Harley is in boxes, but I don't tease him too much.
