Charlie sat on his front porch waiting for them to show up, then he heard the sound. Still far away, but Charlie knew the sound, Charlie knew the sound very well. It was the sound of probably 20 Harley-Davidsons. The closer they got the more the sound reverberated off the rock walls along the road. Charlie was getting all reminiscent about his riding days before he settled down here with his wife. The Bigfoot that rescued him the other day was flying THE HARLEY BIGFOOT CLUB colors, had the patch of the Prez, and rode a Harley, so what else could Charlie think.
Charlie sat on his front porch waiting for them to show up, then he heard the sound. Still far away, but Charlie knew the sound, Charlie knew the sound very well. It was the sound of probably 20 Harley-Davidsons. The closer they got the more the sound reverberated off the rock walls along the road. Charlie was getting all reminiscent about his riding days before he settled down here with his wife. The Bigfoot that rescued him the other day was flying THE HARLEY BIGFOOT CLUB colors, had the patch of the Prez, and rode a Harley, so what else could Charlie think.