A bunch of you refuse to go away, checking in here every week and even every day (get a life), even though it looks like I have killed this off for the final time. I'm not even going to ask why. I mean, it isn't as if this was that great to begin with.
Somebody asked what happened to the Harley. 'You had the money in the bank. What happened?'
Answer: This happened. No, not to me. I'm fine. But I got a calmn, detailed run-down of a typical motorcycle trauma from my wife. And then I saw the film. You should too. Whether you have stupid Harley dreams like me or not.
Man it hurts when your dreams get snuffed. But then, I can stand on my own two feet. Something I appreciate a whole lot more now.