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I am a 60-plus-year-old kid that still works as an IT consultant. I hope to write a humorous, slightly apocryphal column with some real life insights.

Harley Holidays

Well, the title is not completely accurate, but I got your attention, didn't I?  I noticed our freeways and local roads are filling up with the Harley riders.  You know, celebrating every 5 years or so the advent of the Harley mechanical birth.  I haven't ridden a motorcycle since I was a young man, but I am the faux Harley guy you notice at the local bar.  I talk loud, wear a Harley bandanna, and I display my cool skull chain that hangs out of my jeans pocket.  I have a Harley logo removable tattoo on my left bicep(I hate needles). 

Coming back from a vacation car trip, I happened to run into a veritable sea of moving Harley bikes.  Luckily they were going in the other direction, and I waved at the roadside parade watchers.  I kept screaming out my window at people and said "How about those Harley potatoes potatoes!!!!".  I then turned my car around and brought up the rear.  The sheriff deputies kept looking back at me, but I waved at them and gave them a thumbs up.  When we all got to the Kenosha lakefront, I told the deputy that I was related to David's son.  I said it real fast and I do have an Uncle David.  The deputy shrugged and I then grabbed my Harley getup from my trunk and changed in the porta potty.  With my dangling skull key chain, I then started walking towards the V.I.P. tent. 

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