Do I look just a little bit happy sitting on this sled? Yeah, I thought so. As if it weren’t completely obvious, I couldn’t be happier.
The ride home from Old Glory Harley in Laurel was the only thing I was worried about after I signed on the dotted line. After all, the only place I had ever driven a motorcycle before that ride was in parking lots. It proved to be everything I had hoped for. Glenn, the salesmen from Old Glory (and my “Riders Edge” instructor) took time out of his day to ride along side of me for the ride home. I thought that was above and beyond. Asking around, that seems to be the norm for that joint. From Bob Supler and on down the line, everyone I’ve dealt with at Old Glory seems to be top notch.
No, I didn’t ride with flip flops. This was post-apparel-stripping.