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Eating Words

I’ve been known to bad mouth Harleys, more so Harley riders. There’s an etiquette on the road amongst motorcyclists, a wave exchanged between passing riders. Between bullet or sport bikes it’s a two-finger down salute meaning to keep both tires down. Between cruisers it’s a wrist flick out opening the palm of the hand. Everybody waves at everybody, except Harley riders, especially the hard-core, Glide, Fat-Boy, Road King-riders, they’ll snub me every time when I’m waving from the Blackbird.

Mindy’s noticed this too and our observations had lead us to a general disdain of all things Harley, until last weekend. We were on the ‘Bird riding to Kolob to see Fall’s touches on this fantastic place, and along the way we stopped at the Harley-Davidson store near Coral Canyon to look at a cross-over Buell. Parked next to the Buell was the Sportster you see above. Mindy’s been trying on bikes, Honda Shadows mostly and hadn’t found the fit she was after. She threw her leg over this ride and grabb…