Harley-Davidson
112 years old now, your company makes some of the most beautiful motorcycles in the world, and makes motorcycles that sound like no others. For 22 years, I think, I rode a succession of three Harleys on freeways, on highways, on streets, on roads, even on trails. I rode them in forests, on mountains, in deserts, in rural country, in towns, and in cities. I rode the coast highway up to San Francisco, I took a 7700-mile, seven-week ride that made a kind of lasso-loop around the middle of the forty-eight contiguous states. I rode to Albuquerque and back, to Oakland and back. I rode to work and back nearly every day for most of those years. Goddam, I loved those three motorcycles, and I loved riding them. Harley-Davidson, I salute you. You make damn fine motorcycles, and you nourish their mystique! Go Harley!
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