All Harley guys are created equal

The great "Pappy" who came to San Francisco in 1970 treated us to coca-colas(our trip favorite) all night. We made eye contact as we darted around a cab. He saw us on the bikes and gave us this bad ass 1%er wave - fanned out pointer and middle fingers aiming to the ground. We talked about him for the next 3 hours only to find him at the cool punk rock bar "Lucky 13". He sort of worked there when he wasn't drinking there. We might have been world's apart in time and distance but we were exactly the same.

This was "the Dude". At one point he yelled at me for cleaning up after myself and bringing the empty glasses back to the bar. "put that down Jay you're on F---in vacation!" and then proceeded to throw the bar napkins on the floor. He followed that act of awesomeness by yelling at his boss to do his (pappy's)job.HAHAHA damn that was good. He asked us to keep his legacy going since he would be dead before us.

I can deal with that kind of responsibility.


-read every post. J

Location:Lucky 13 SF CA