‘Twas the Night before Travels with Harley

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Jim and I have been so busy with the store that we have not had a chance to take the Road King out for a, “Travels with Harley,” but I am still getting my Harley Davidson fix from the World Wide Web, and found an interesting new twist on the classic, “Twas the Night before Christmas,” tale.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and I was out in the shed, my bike needed fixing, but I should be in bed. The rain began falling, but no snow was in site, still in the shed, I shivered in my boxers looking for a light.

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As I crouched in the corner I heard a grunt and a grown and looked up from my light and saw an old man with a frown. As he dragged his bag behind him, he left a big mess and bumped his head on the ceiling before falling on wet grass.

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The old white bearded man was soaked from head to toe with his bright red suit ruined by the mud and the ice. His map was torn and his words were not nice as he continued to slip on the rain and the ice. He then showed me his broken GPS with a very sad frown before he begrudgingly asked me for directions into town.

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We wiped off his sleigh before he said something about home, then flew off with his reindeer and a cup of coffee from my stove. He got back on track into the rain and the fog and happily thanked me by leaving a part for my hog.

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Jim and I chuckled after reading this and both thought about the new accessories that we could use for the Road King. Santa may not break down at our house this year, but you can be assured that there will be something under the tree before our next, “Travels with Harley.”