So far in life, I'm only a Harley Davidson want to be. I'd love to have a Harley. That throaty rumble they put out is unlike any other motorcycle sound, and it's recognized around the world for its uniqueness. I remember when I was a little boy, a man that owned a garage in our town had a son that owned a Harley motorcycle, and he'd let us kids sit on it and pretend we were really going for a ride--I don't think it was a Harley Sportster, I believe it was a Fat Boy. Anyway, he had a magnificent leather Harley jacket, the riding pants, the big gloves, and the saddle bags. It was an incredible machine. And in fact, that's about my experience with the Harley Davidson motorcycle, and that's why I'll never be able to host a Harley motorcycles Blog--I'd get myself lynched by the purists. But, my love for that special memory will never fade, so maybe, one day, I'll post a note about my memories on someone else's Harley motorcycles Blog.