Harleys and Beer go together like chips and dip, peanut butter and Jelly, macaroni and cheese and boobies on babes. Nothing wrong with it.

 

Na.. beer never hurt nuthin.. it's the driving afterwords that'll get ya hurt.

 

I had to get up at 2:00am to set the clocks back one hour this morning, you would think this time change thing would occur at a more convenient time but that is another rant in and of itself.

Anyway, while I was up I went out to the garage to double check on the condition of the bike, it still looked good and no harm had come to the paint or chrome.

While I was out there I had another beer and reflected upon how much I love this machine, and then it occurred to me, I really should have gotten two thirty packs.