We left home shortly after 7 this morning, having put my two granddaughters in the care of a next-door neighbor. Charlene and Pat (Cliff's sister and her husband) had told us they would arrive at the Harley open house at 7 and save us a spot in line... although sign-up doesn't start until 9 AM. When we arrived at 8:30, we appreciated our early-bird relatives, because the line went back a long way. Someone told us people had started arrivng at 4 AM.
Cliff had to show his Driver's license (he took his motorcycle test two weeks ago) and I had to show my non-driver's license. Then we signed a form that, in so many words, stated than any harm that might befall us was our own derned faults and Harley-Davidson was not responsible.
Because we were so near the front of the line, we were among the first to be able to ride. Cliff wanted to try a touring bike first, so we ended up on a beautiful Electroglide Classic. What a smooth ride it was! Almost as smooth as a Honda Gold Wing, which we're shopping for (in case Cliff gets the Allis Chalmers D-17 sold). We won't be buying a new one. We don't ride enough to justify that kind of expense... like $18,000 for the Electroglide.
We were waiting in line to ride a "Fat Boy" soft-tail Harley next, and the lady said it would probably be twenty minutes before that one would return. So I went to the rest room, which was in the factory, quite a distance away. When I returned, Cliff was gone. I knew what had happened: his turn came, and rather than give it up, he left me stranded. Humph... paybacks are hell.
Our third ride was the Harley Sportster, which didn't impress either of us, although it's half the price of the Electroglide. Then we went through the museum, and took the tour of the plant. Cameras weren't allowed, but it was a fascinating place. There were lots of robots doing amazing things.
We'd noticed, this morning, a Honda Gold Wing for sale in a yard a few miles from here. So on our way home, we stopped to see about it. It's really older than we want, but the price was good. The poor owner is getting a divorce and needs some cash; he told us more than we wanted to now about the situation.
It's been a fun day.