High Priced Harley

High Priced Harley



My very first vehicle was a Vespa 90 that I bought from a school chum without my parents’ permission and triumphantly rode down the driveway back when the ink on my driver’s license was still wet. It got me back and forth to my job at the bicycle store, took me and my brother down to the pizzeria on Dodd Street to get a “za,” and provided a newfound freedom that let me explore a much larger circle of the world than my 10-speed did.

After that, I bought a Yamaha DT1-B, a very capable street legal Enduro, that I practically wore out as it took me to all those places I just had to go. I remember riding it to my new job at the VW dealer in mid-winter, bundled in my Passaic Leather Coat Company 7-layer police motorcycle jacket and knee high boots. My hands were so stiff when I got to work, I’d wrap them around a drop light to thaw them out before I could grab a wrench.

Later, after a short dalliance with a Yamaha 500cc twin that had a frame too small to ride two-up, I bought my first “big bike,” a red Yamaha XS750 Triple, with backrest and a factory fairing. Oh God, power, power, power! Many miles were gleefully covered, and it followed us on a trailer when we moved here to Arizona. It took us to Havasu, Grand Canyon, Montezuma’s Well and Castle, and many more weekend destinations. But, in 1986, I sold it because with a new job and a new house and bigger and more expensive responsibilities, I just didn’t have much time to ride.

In 2005, I met a guy who would become a great and long time friend. Don and I shared a love for motorcycles, and in 2008, he convinced me to fly up to Denver, rent a big Harley, and ride to Sturgis with him. I hadn’t ridden in over 20 years, and needless to say, I was nervous.

I rented a Softail Classic and we did a few days riding for me to become reacquainted with riding and learn to ride all over again with a bike WAY  bigger than my old Yamaha.

96 Cu. In. Softail Classic


Its engine was more than TWICE the displacement of my XS750. After a few days of riding, Don suggested that maybe the long ride to Sturgis would be a little too much for me, and that we should just enjoy ourselves riding around Colorado and taking in the local flavor and sights. So we spent a week riding the mountain passes of Colorado. We rode to Estes Park and walked about. We saw mountain streams, winding roads, and lush forests. I never had more fun! He showed me fabulous little towns, great mountain roads and spectacular views, and I learned to love riding all over again. But, Don’s 2003 Ultra wasn’t running right, returning poor fuel mileage and power, and he resolved to have the dealer look at it after our trip.




The following year, he invited me again, and this time I rented a 2009 Ultra Classic, also 96 cu. in. motor, and off to Sturgis we rode. Don’s good friend Dave rode up with us on his Honda sport bike, and laughed as he passed us in the “twisties” at twice the posted speed. Spearfish Canyon, Devil’s Tower, Mount Rushmore, Black Hills of South Dakota; we did them all, and we strode around the motorcycle mecca of Sturgis until our feet hurt. I was in motorcycle heaven.


2008 Ultra Classic
2009 Ultra Classic

Don, on his 2003, was still having trouble with his bike though, and despite numerous trips to the dealer, he never really got it to run “right.” It was better than the year before, but still not great.

The following year, 2010, I couldn’t get my act together in time, and I missed the trip. My work schedule ran right into the Sturgis dates, and I couldn’t go. Don was very disappointed, as was I.

Then in 2011, Don called me to excitedly tell me that he had finally solved the running problem on his bike! “What did you do?” I asked, to which he replied; “I bought a new 2011 Road Glide Ultra, 103 cu. in. 6 speed!” Then he followed with, “And you better get your ass up her in August for Sturgis so I can try it out right!”


Of course I couldn’t refuse! I flew to Denver that August, rented an identical bike to his new 2011 Road Glide, and off we went. What a ride! We pulled into Custer, South Dakota, ten minutes before they had the biggest thunder, hail, and rain storm in recent memory. Don and I stood high and dry on the motel porch toasting our good fortune as we watched floods carry peoples lawn furniture down the gully.

The week flew by! Don and I and his good friend Mac, saw the sights, painted the town, and piled on many glorious riding miles.

Main Street - Sturgis 2011
Main Street – Sturgis 2011

I loved the Road Glide’s power and torque, comfort and speed. Don egged me on to buy one, maybe even the one I was riding, and just ride it home from Denver. For many reasons, not the least of which was the huge cost, I deferred his good-natured encouragement. So, one night sitting around after a great day’s ride, he quipped, “Well, when I die, I’ll just leave you mine.” We chuckled and opened another beer. I had no idea that this trip was the last time I would ever see Don again.

In the interim, we talked often, laughed together a lot, but I never made it to another trip with him, nor would he have the chance to put too many more miles on his new Harley.

I can’t drag out the story of the time between then and now, because it’s just too hard for me, but in April of this year, I flew up to Denver to attend Don’s “Celebration of Life” memorial service, he having succumbed to cancer after a long difficult battle.


And yes, he left me his Harley. All 950 glorious lbs. of Milwaukee Pig Iron, glossy black and chrome, with performance cams, air horn, and Screaming Eagle pipes to sing its tune, and let him know I’m riding.



When I went to Denver to pick it up, my best friend Jay graciously volunteered his truck and his good company so we could rent a trailer and tow the Harley to its new home. When we got to Don’s old place, Mac was there to help us load up, and we made a pact to meet in South Dakota later in the month to scatter Don’s ashes in Spearfish Canyon, as he had wanted.

Later that month, my  wife and I flew up to Rapid City, rented a car, and met Mac and Dave in Custer. Over 3 days, we recalled our favorite memories of Don, and our collective experiences together. We traveled the length of Spearfish Canyon, and stopped to marvel at the spectacular scenery of Don’s favorite road, and for each of us to say a few words and drink a toast in commemoration of our good friend and riding buddy.

I have wanted a big Harley ever since Don put me on my first one and taught me how to ride it “right.” No, maybe since I was a kid and I saw those huge Electra Glides cruise by, fish tail pipes singing the twin cylinder tune, chromed, tassled, and tough. It’s been a life long dream. Now I have one.

I never take a ride without thanking him. But, the “price” is WAY too high. As much as I like the Harley, I’d rather have Don.



2 thoughts on “High Priced Harley”

  1. Thanks Dave! I just had it out last week and even with the “Screaming Eagle” pipes, riding along through the farm fields and back roads is just so peaceful. It completely changes my outlook every time I roll on a little throttle. I just can’t help but smile from ear to ear. I will never forget riding together through the hurricane in Virginia! Great times.

  2. Great story
    So sorry to hear about your friend
    Motorcycle riding is the BEST!!
    Bought a used Yamaha road star 1700 2 years ago
    Brings back memories of great times riding!

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