I went out for a blast yesterday and got stuck behind a gaggle (or is it a bandana?
) of HOGs, mostly old guys with portly wives, riding bikes that sounded like they should be quick, but were pitifully under the speed limit and trundling along, while my own lovely sounding V-Twin was a whisper at that speed.
I can't really claim to like H-D, I think it is the buying of an image that goes with the bike. Back in my early twenties when I was first getting into bikes, the local bike club had a few HOG members and seeing them turn up at rallies with the bikes in the back of a van, so they would not lose the show winning polish, made me realise that I am at another end of the bike spectrum to most of them.
Anyway, the HOG rally that was down here left this morning, local shop keepers are now cleaning up the mess and debris. You would be amazed at the carnage caused by a load of semi retired bank managers fighting over the last tube of Autosol!
I know, only just passed my test and already a bike nazi!
