My family and friends, bunch of nutters they are, gave me this here as a present just because I would occasionally say with a sigh: "
A Harley, once I'm real old, is still on my bucket list."
And then it stood outside our house and I was gobsmacked - I had no idea. I first thought it was rented for a weekend.
Edith was always against me riding a motorbike again (a Honda 250 CJT was my first means of transportation in the late 70ies and early 80ies, I didn't own a car at the time) and I would have respected her wish. But she came round without telling me.
Needless to say this specific fat-bottomed girl is a friggin' force of nature (especially compared to the Honda with its meager 27 hp). I think I will never ever even approach realizing her full potential.