Originally from Oregon, now a very happy Texan.
Electraglide and I were on the losing end of an argument with a car fender, which led to a few operations and a bout with MRSA, which led to an artificial knee, which led to my deciding that 35 years of riding was enough balanced against the possibility of that flaky knee collapsing under the 'glide.
5 years passed.
Then the wife and I went up to see our daughter at Ellsworth Air Force Base. During the Sturgis 75th. And they had demo rides. And I climbed onto a Freewheeler.
And the wife took one look at my face. And we hugged the daughter, climbed back into the pickup, and headed for home. *After* we stopped 50 miles from home at a Harley dealership.
Amber Whiskey, windshield, passenger backrest, and after yesterday and today, engine guard with footpegs, cup holder, phone charger and mount.