TimTheMachinist
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When I was about 7 years old and my Uncle still lived around St. Louis he took me for a ride on his Harley. I can't remember what it was but i'm sure my Dad would know if I asked him. I do remember it was a Harley though.
So we took off from my house and I remember hanging on pretty tight as I was somewhat afraid, having hardly ever ridden up to that point. I don't remember much of the ride after getting out of my neighborhood and here's why...
When my Uncle got back to my house I remember being WOKE UP from a relaxing nap, nearly hanging off the side of his ride LOL. They took a picture of it when he pulled up, I was zonked out and just kind of hanging there sleeping. No seatbelt, no nothing, though I do think he had a sissy bar which was the only thing keeping me up. Needless to say from that day forward he was no longer allowed to take me on rides.
What can I say, I love the sound of a Harley!
So we took off from my house and I remember hanging on pretty tight as I was somewhat afraid, having hardly ever ridden up to that point. I don't remember much of the ride after getting out of my neighborhood and here's why...
When my Uncle got back to my house I remember being WOKE UP from a relaxing nap, nearly hanging off the side of his ride LOL. They took a picture of it when he pulled up, I was zonked out and just kind of hanging there sleeping. No seatbelt, no nothing, though I do think he had a sissy bar which was the only thing keeping me up. Needless to say from that day forward he was no longer allowed to take me on rides.
What can I say, I love the sound of a Harley!