Monday, July 10, 2006

Harley Hangout

As much as she might like to try, all the make up, leather, studs and boots couldn't help Mrs. Linklater pass for a Harley babe any more. No matter how dark it is. At her most bad girl, Mrs. L still looked like a Sally Sue Suburban Soccer Mom. The truth is, after falling off a Triumph Trident in the pits at Road America lo those many years ago, she was asked to turn in her dog collar and chainlink bra for garden gloves and a station wagon as soon as possible.

Recently, for some reason, Harley Davidson has opened a huge showroom not very far from her boring tract house existence. So even if Mrs. Linklater won't be invited to ride to Sturgis ever again, she can still relive those halcyon days of yesteryear. She can stop by and sniff the leather, feel the heat from the pipes, and make people wonder what the heck someone's grandma is doing annoying the junkyard dog that patrols the showroom.


The question she has is why would the world's quintessential bad boy bike manufacturer want to sell motorcycles in the whitebread and mayonnaise suburbs?

It turns out that most motorcycle riders these days are suburban guys about 41 years old. A big change from just a few years ago when the average biker was some urban kid around 27. What we have now are a bunch of Hells Angels wannabes who carry briefcases by day and long to ride their hogs at night. After coaching T-ball.


The good news for Mrs. Linklater is that she now has a place to loiter on the weekends. The bad news is that all those Marlon Brando lookalikes she used to dream of wrapping her arms around look more like Bubba from the shrimp shack in real life. Or they're married with three kids and a mortgage.

Not to mention that Mrs. Linklater isn't exactly date bait in recent years. But it sure was fun standing next to that dude with with sawed off t-shirt and the ten tattoos. Who smelled like Aramis. 




6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I bet if the Aramis guy has a Journal, this morning he's writing about how much fun it was standing next to YOU. Hugs, LeeAnn

Anonymous said...

I dunno.  You gotta think twice about a biker guy who's into women over sixty in linen pants and a Kate Spade purse.  Aramis or not.   Mrs. L

Anonymous said...

Mrs. L.  You need a quick jaunt to Kansas City.....that is where they are manufactured.  I think you are still date bait.....and I pity the fool who doesn't know you are!    Anne

Anonymous said...

Just dropping in to say hi! Tammy http://journals.aol.com/memes121/AsIAM/#Entry703

Anonymous said...

I used to wear Aramis, but I got tired of being accosted by mature women in the 7-11. Harley riders don't smell very good in AZ. When they get done riding in the heat they smell like cattle.

Anonymous said...

I think you should get your own bike, Mrs L.
It'll give the girls something to worry about.  Can't you just hear it: "Mo-om!"  lol
Anna