OK, here’s my Harley story since I helped inspire this thread. /forums/images/graemlins/cool.gif
I was stationed in 29 Palms California from 1983-85. One of my favorite places to go to get away from the base was Big Bear California, just a short trip up the mountain. There was a biker bar there called “Chad’s”. It had the hitching posts up front with a sign that said “Harley Davidson Parking Only”. Some weekends, this parking area was completely filled with Harley’s. Back in those days, the bikers were...well...bikers. The average middle aged guy, doctor, lawyer biker was not quite as wide spread as it is today. The bar was filled with bikers wearing the “colors” of their clubs, or some might say gangs. A lot of these biker guys were Vietnam vet’s and they welcomed us young Marines to the bar and I consumed many free beers while shooting pool with all these biker dudes and fellow veterans. Not once was there ever a ruckus in that bar. That was really a fun place.
My best buddy while I was in the Corps was a biker from Pennsylvania from a little berg near Pittsburgh, I think the town is Ardera? I don’t know if I spelled that right. He was actually acquainted with some of the Pagan gang. I went to visit him after we both got out and we partied with a whole bunch of his biker buddies. Again, I was welcomed with open arms and shown hospitality that was just fantastic. No trouble and a fine time was had by all. I’ve had some great experiences hanging around the sure enough biker culture. It was certainly not like the Hollywood stereotype.
Not exactly a spectacular or funny story, I know, but just some good memories about my experience with Harley folks.