ma dream harley

*swoons*

A few days ago me and my mom came home from out of town, after we were checking up on our other home and collecting the mail. Well, one of the adverts was from Harley-Davidson, and this bike was on the front cover, with a rider bringing it around a mountainside curve. I turned to my mom and very determinedly asked her to get over her fear of motorcycles so that I could buy myself this one. She just laughed and said nothing.

See, my father got into a motorcycle accident as a young man. It was pretty bad.

And then a few years later, his brother (my uncle) died young, in a motorcycle accident.

They say history repeats itself but in this case, I quite simply can’t give a damn. If in this day and age I can’t have a horse then I can sure as hell strap myself onto that baby and ride her ’till God decides between her or me. I cruise at 200 km/h in my Camry. Alas, if only I could do that on a Harley.

Dangerous? Speed kills? Psshht. Hey, if its my time, its my time. At least I wanna look respectable and go out in style as I get carted away on a stretcher, pronounced DOA.

Anyways. If the women in my life are decidin’ … well, then it just ‘aint happenin’.

My mom said no. Hell no.

Shucks.


Damn I wish I was your lover
I’ll rock you till the daylight comes