My Grandmothers brother bought a new Harley in 1913... For
most of the summer my grandmother drove him crazy asking him to take it for a ride...In time he gave in (they lived on a farm) He said she took off fine rode for a bit, On her return she could not figure how to shut it down so she rode till the gas ran out... Its a story thats been told in my family for many years.
I think thats why my grandmother always loved my Harleys.

 

Last summer I was in Colorado on the last non-Harley trip, I stopped to see my Grandma. She wanted a short ride. This was 15 days before her 106th birthdayand her very 1st bike ride.We just went around the block and she loved it.

Since then, an Ultra is in my garage and she wants a ride on that also. Probally this summer as we dont know how many more she has left. I'll try a pic of her.



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Well my grandfather was one of the Netherlands top road racer,, 30's -40's
then onto owning the country's largest bike shop,, till the Germans showed up!

 

Yea, they will surprise you.

It sounds like when my youngest was a teenager. I was the dumbest guy around in those days. By the time she graduated from colege, she was amazed at how much I had learned in such a short time....

 

My grandmither has passed and I never got to take her out on mine. Not sure if she wanted to as I was a teeneger on a Sporty at the time. lol But now my mother gets on the back seat of my Deluxe every chance I give her. Age has no boundries to passion.I can only hope I have as much spunk as some of the people you all have mentioned at the same ages!

Firs ride at 106?! That's got to be some kind of record! Go grandma!

 

Last summer my friend & his wife road their deluxe to a family birthday party, the birthday girl was 96, they found out she use to ride with her late husband back when she was young. Long story short, they put a helmet on her and off the went on a half hour ride. I heard they could not get the smile off her face…………I thought that was really cool.

 

my dad used to tell a story about he and a couple of buds riding up to keene nh on rt 140 back in the day. my dad had a 47 chief and his friends had harleys. he says they were sure they would be blowing dad into the weeds but the way dad tells it he was right on their license plate the whole way. another time he burned out a fusible link on a road trip so he took the foil from his cigarette pack, rolled it up and made his own. got him home without a tow. you got to love senior citizens, we can learn a lot from them. wish he had kept that chief, he sold it for 300 bucks when my brother was born in 1956!

 

Some cool stories, I am sure we are all going to be talked about some day.

 

any time you get a chance, sit down with the elderly and chat. there is nothing better, and they may suprise you.