Dream come true…

When I bought my first Harley back in 2014, it was to dip my toes back in the water of riding.  I rode a lot when I was younger but did the responsible thing as Frank and I started our journey together — we were having our kiddos and buying our first house — not a lot of spare change in those days to fuel the habit I had.

When I bought Betty, I knew it would not be a forever relationship.  She did what I asked her to do.  She gave me my confidence to ride back.  She was a good ol’ girl.  I feel especially lucky to have sold her to a good home…Mary Lee is her new owner and is new to cycling.  Betty will serve her well, and I gained a new friend out of it.  Mary Lee is down to earth, with a lot of fire in her — sound familiar?  It’s been fun to watch her as she learns to ride.

As for me, I always had my eyes set on a bigger bike.  One I could tour around long distances with.  I’ve always been partial to the Harley softail line, first thinking I wanted a Fat Boy, which is a great bike…but it doesn’t come dressed.  So that got me looking at the Heritage Classic.  Similar to the FB, but dressed with bags and a windshield.  Then there was the day I saw a Heritage in teal and white — I was sold.  I made that my screen saver at work and tucked the thought away for a future purchase.

About a year or so ago, my friend Jocelyn, who I met through my Harley group of friends, made a purchase of a bike — happened to be the Heritage Softail Classic – in blue and white.  As excited for her as I was, my heart hurt a little.  Just a tiny bit of jealously seeped in!

Fast forward to a few months ago when I got a call from Joc.  She and Neal were putting their riding days behind them.  They were on to other adventures.  Would I be interested in buying Elsa.

Why, yes I would!  I literally got off the phone and just sat for a while.  I couldn’t move.  I was stunned, and excited, and just so so happy.

We put Elsa on a transport truck a few weeks ago and she arrived in one beautiful, unscathed piece yesterday — she glistened in the sun as they took her lovely, pearlized body off the truck.  She’s such a beaut.

After her inspection and signing her free, I hopped on.  She started right up and oh how she purred.  Riding her home felt like I was hanging out with an old friend.  She fit like a glove.  She takes turns like a champ and runs smooth as silk.  I could not be happier.  I could not be more blessed.  Welcome home, Elsa…welcome home.