I didn't ride my Harley much, but I liked having a motorcycle, even if it was a
street bike.
I went to a Sons Of Confederate Veterans sponsored ride in Charleston with my
buddy Mark. We trailered, because, heck, it was almost 200 miles away.
The ride involved some kind of contest, I don't remember, but our group of
four was one of the last to leave. I took advantage of the opportunity to
walk around in the sea of Harleys at the event.
As we were leaving, our fourth rider showed up. Frank Smoak on a Red and
White Valkyrie... WOW! It was very apparent to me that this motorcycle was
nothing like any of those other 100 motorcycles I had just been looking
at.
And I don't miss dirt bikes near as much now...

-Mike