Harley-Davidson is my life. I ride a Harley, I wear Harley, I went to school to be a Harley mechanic, and I work at a Harley dealership. The only think I don't like is to see the wrecked bikes coming in for insurance estimates. That feeling is even worse when the rider was your brother-in-law, and the passenger your sister. They are okay, both walked away with road rash and possible broken ribs for my brother-in-law. For some reason this is really getting to me. I am a combat veteran and have seen a lot of really bad shit, but to get a phone call saying they are hours from home and that there is nothing I can do from here is the worst feeling in the world. I'm a bit of a control freak and this is out of my control all together. I don't really know what to do right now, besides drink my beer and wait for further news. I feel bad, and for my sister because I know all she wants right now is probably to see their 4 kids and to hold them. I ain't much of a religious man, but they had some help today to walk away from this crash.
I think I'll have another beer.
I think I'll have another beer.