Hey Bandit, we just rolled in from Harley’s 105th birthday bash in Milwaukee… hey, aren’t you almost that old? What? You want us to speak slower or louder? Even though we were there for four days, there was no way to take in everything that was happening around town—even though we noticed that the different venues were grouped closer to the city. (Hey, maybe that’s why traffic was so thick.) Our CA plates ID’d us as tourists, and the splittin’ lanes thing didn’t go over very well with the riders stopped on the freeway. Wha do ya mean “splittin’ lanes” isn’t nation wide? One warning was enough for us to be extra careful not to get caught again… I mean we weren’t about to cook our motors by sittin’ in an endless line of door slammers, sucking up exhaust fumes.

We were lucky enough to get into the Harley museum early Thursday morning and that was a mind blower in itself. We could’ve probably spent a week in there and still not taken it all in. From the museum we skated city streets to Miller Park for the H.O.G. deal, damm, we parked nearly a mile away, but once on the inside things were cool (figuratively, not temperature-wise), we walked around taking in the sights and then hung out over in the beer garden tent, people watching and listening to the bands playing on the main stage or in the beer garden tent stage. We did venture out to check out the stunt teams, but could only catch a glimpse of the action between rows of people, but it sounded good with the screeching tires and the ooh’s and aah’s of the crowd.

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