My late aunt from Colorado rode a Harley Davidson motorcycle in the '50's when most women were still bare foot and pregnant.  She and her wild brother would only ride Harley Davidson motorcycles.  The greatest thrill of my childhood is riding on the back of her Harley Davidson motorcycle in the Colorado mountains.  A hundred years later (it seems), I still get a kick remembering that ride.  Later in my life, a tenant in a building I was living in near Venice Beach, California, was a Harley Davidson motorcycle racing mechanic.  His whole life and entire apartment was all about Harley Davidson parts accessories.  He was a dynamite type of guy and we got along very well.  He wore his Harley jacket like a uniform.  One year we threw a Fourth of July BBQ and over 100 Harley Davidson bikers attended the party and parked their bikes all around the property. Every one of those bikes were so well maintained they looked like they had been removed directly from the show room.  It was great!