THIS IS MY SPORTSTER. There are many like it but this one is mine. My Sportster is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. My Sportster, without me is useless. Without my Sportster, I am useless. I must ride my Sportster true. I must ride better than any enemy who is trying to kill me. I must ride around him before he rides into me. I will....

My Sportster and myself know that what counts in this war is not the blips of our throttle, the noise of our exhaust, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the rides that count. We will ride...

My Sportster is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its sounds. I will keep my Sportster clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before all I swear this creed. My Sportster and myself are the defenders of my sanity. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is mine and there is no enemy, but Peace of mind.

 

To all my jarhead friends. Damn winter.

 

UHHH - OK!

Gonna be a long winter!

 

Here's my Sportster Creed:

Haul ***, Beasly! Haul ***, Talulah!

(My Sporties are named Beasly and Talulah.)