tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17834003.post113186959737481297..comments2023-12-09T04:07:41.006-06:00Comments on The Many Thoughts of HarleyGirl: Ode to the Old Dirty BikerIHGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11032462747827070629noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17834003.post-17415939555224088142008-09-28T23:31:00.000-05:002008-09-28T23:31:00.000-05:00Hey Joe...I looked for your e-mail but didn't find...Hey Joe...I looked for your e-mail but didn't find it. Please contact me at motorcyclesandskulls@yahoo.com. I think it's so awesome that you found my post. Hope to hear from you!!IHGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11032462747827070629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17834003.post-28154886589996523572008-09-25T15:23:00.000-05:002008-09-25T15:23:00.000-05:00hey harley girl. this is Joe LaFortune, Allen LaFo...hey harley girl. this is Joe LaFortune, Allen LaFortune was my uncle (uncle Al). He definately was the epitame of a biker. we (our entire family) are all bikers and motorcycle lovers as well. it is unfortunate that it wasnt until Al passed that some of us got into the motorcycle tradition and riding. I would love to hear more from you. i sent you an e-mail. if u could get back to me i would apppreciate it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12622396000186558542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17834003.post-1133291363238005862005-11-29T13:09:00.000-06:002005-11-29T13:09:00.000-06:00I have to agree with you there. a bike matches t...I have to agree with you there. a bike matches the person. Its so common to see brand new credit card rider yuppies on soft-tails with their polo shirts at events. I'd rather ride something that I built with my own hands and stand on the outside of the crowd, knowing that I truely have something different that I can take and hold my own pride in. <BR/>Favorite adventures would have to be my weekly cafe racer rides with my buddy (headlight ED) at 1-2am on the twistest roads one could find around this area. Nothing like racing in the back roads with no one around on garage built cafe racers. I just remember sitting at a rail road crossing watching train car after train car roll past with tanks, trucks and equipment for the war in Iraq. just made me stop and think about how lucky we are to be free.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com