Sunday, March 25, 2007
Harley Davidson Threatens 25 Year Friendship
My best friend of 25 years, Courtney, was given a pearl white, 2006 Soft Tail Fatboy last week. Don't get me wrong, he has paid what over the past five or six years, I'm sure is a terrific price for it. He bought it on ebay, went to a town actually named Cumming in Georgia and picked it up last Tuesday, and rode it home. It's beautiful and I'm happy for him.
The problem is he won't let me ride it. I'm sure Cort would take a bullet for me, but he is not lettin' me on the bike. Since we're roommates, I get to hear it, look at it and watch as he takes of on another ride, leaving me standing in the yard in the wake of the Harley rumble.
I remember not too many years ago while Cort was staying at my house in Montana and I gave him the keys to my bike without reservation so he could get around while he was there. Granted, my bike was a Yamaha Virago 550 worth about $500, not a Fatboy worth $15,000, but it's the principle of the thing, isn't it? I'd be careful... Honest.
I'm happy for him and his dream bike, but can't help feeling a little envious and neglected. This too will pass. That selfish asshole.