Ants on Hogs

So, I'm thinking about Photo of a Sportster getting me a motorsickle. It'll have to be a Harley, but not one of those behemoth Fat Bob models. No, I figure that for a dashing figure like me, a sleek Sportster complements and even completes the image.

I wouldn't just do this for myself, you know. My pal G is in desperate need of a Harley, and my getting one would be all the impetus required for him to take the plunge. Heck, he's even already got his wife's permission. Of course, I don't need anyone's permission, given my newly-acquired royal status and all, but I'd probably run it by one of the court's key advisors before approaching the Royal Treasurer (coincidentally, both positions appear to be occupied by the same person).

If this comes about, my pledge to you is that you'll never catch me wearing one of those ridiculous Harley-logo pre-tied do-rags.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I need to wake up from this dream sequence...

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The neighbor to our left (a surgical nurse) owns a bright, Canary yellow Harley. She didn't like the way it sounded when she first got it, so she sent it to a shop and had the exhaust tweaked. Oh! I wish you could hear it Eric. It sits just outside her garage and emits this throaty rumble while she is warming it up. Just once, I'd like to get on it and roar up and down the street but with my luck, that's about the time the local lady cop would turn the corner and take me away.

Posted by: Clarence at August 5, 2005 10:26 AM

Yeah, there's nothing like the sound of a Harley. Never will be, either, as long as they continue to hold a patent on the cylinder configuration that produces it!

I'm not particularly fond of the really loud ones, though; the last thing I want to do is annoy the neighbors.

..the local lady cop would turn the corner and take me away.

Oh, get serious, Clarence. I suspect a charmer like you could get away with multiple felonies. ;-)

Posted by: Eric at August 5, 2005 11:10 AM

I don't want a pickle
Just wanna ride my motor....sickle

And I don't wanna die
Just wanna ride my motor......cyyy-cle.

Vrrrooom, Baby!

Posted by: Cowtown Pattie at August 5, 2005 11:16 AM

Arlo would be so proud. ;-)

Posted by: Eric at August 5, 2005 11:21 AM

I think you'd be better of with a chopper. In fact, I can see a whole Fire Ant episode of "American Chopper." :-)

Picture the handlebars made out like little ant antennae, and the gas tank like an ant body. I'm telling you man, THAT would be da bomb!

Posted by: bryan at August 5, 2005 08:42 PM

How big a tip jar would I need to fund that little project? I assume you'd be among the first to generously chip in? ;-)

Oh, and I have a rather pronounced aversion to straddling any contraption described as "da bomb"! (Do I look like Slim Pickens to you?)

Posted by: Eric at August 5, 2005 08:49 PM

I'll pay the first installment on the six-month insurance premium . :-)

Surely you've got some oil connections out there in the permian basin, o sultan of blog.

Posted by: bryan at August 5, 2005 09:14 PM
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