Porkopolis

On Buying A New Harley

• To buy, or not to buy, that is the question.
• Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to keep your old Harley,
• Or to buy a new and thus end the heart-ache
• And the thousand natural shocks that wishing
• For a new Twin Cam is heir to?
• Tis' a consummation devoutly to be wish'd.
• To buy, to break in; to break in, perchance to break down;
• Ay, there's the rub;
• For in that 1000 mile break in period what dreams may come,
• When we have shuffled off our proven steed,
• Must give us pause: there's the respect
• That makes calamity of so long break-in period;
• For who would bear the looks and scorn of other drivers while you ride 55,
• The truck drivers wrong, the Yamaha rider's contumely,
• The pangs of dispriz'd schedules, the law's delay,
• The insolence of Gold Wingers, and the spurns
• That patient merit of the unworthy Suzukis' takes,
• When he himself might his quietus make
• With an older Harley? but, who would fardels bear,
• To grunt and sweat pushing an older bike,
• But that the dread of not having 20/20 foresight,
• The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
• No biker returns, — puzzles the will,
• And makes us rather bear those maintenence problems we have,
• Than fly to others we know not of?
• Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all;
• And thus the native hue of resolution that all HOG riders possess
• Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of timid thought;
• And bike trips of great pith and moment,
• With this regard, their planning turn awry,
• And lose the name of action.