Well, I finally broke down and did it.. I went out last week and bought a Harley. I've wanted one my whole life, ever since riding on the back of my Dad's Sportster back when I was 5 or 6. We were living in Italy at the time, and that Harley was bigger than most of the cars out there. Hell, our family car was an old Fiat 126 (594cc engine).. Dad's Sporty was nearly twice that size! I remember being so proud, in a 6-year old way, when we'd ride down the road and Italian mothers would jerk their kids (the very same kids who'd beat me up because I was the only blond haired kid on the block!) out of the streets in surprise as we rumbled by.
Now I've got my own Sporty.. a 1997 XL1200 Custom. Bone stock, dark purple (for some reason I want to play lots of Prince on my iPod now..) with plenty of room for customization. I've been suburned for a week straight, and you couldn't pry the grin from my face with a crowbar.
Put yer knuckles to the wind!