You are not that Cool Harley Guy

Things you could say but probably shouldn't

I know you just blew your kids college fund, but you’re still not cool Harley guy

Listen man, I know you’ve waited a long time for this. You’ve sat day dreaming in your cubicle for hours at a time, picturing your thinning hair blowing in the wind, the ladies swooning and you not making a sound as you get that bad ass tattoo…on your ankle. You know that the mere mention of the name Harley makes people gasp in awe of you.

You can now live your double life; family man and corporate yes man by day and outlaw by night. That’s right you’ll put on your “custom” Harley vest, your Harley boots, your Harley watch and head out to the garage to start up your bad ass “custom” ride.

At every red light you’ll sit there and rev your engine needlessly to make sure that people are aware of your presence and your significant investment. Oh yes, you’ll savor every minute of the ride to the bar, or the BBQ, or the bar, knowing full well that you are living on the edge, throwing caution to the wind, and believing with all your heart that this can only be accomplished on a Harley, the only “real” motorcycle on the roads of America.

Put on a helmet, shave that graying goatee, put the do-rags on ebay and use all the black t-shirts you bought to wipe the oil off the garage floor.