IowaHarleyGirl wants to know...

When was the first time you heard the calling?


My very first memory of noticing motorcycles was when I was in junior high. There was a motorcycle run in CF/Waterloo that was going down University Avenue. I begged my Mom to pull into a parking lot so that we could watch them go by. I remember my feelings of wanting to go with them. Wishing that someone would let me hop on the back. Dreams really do come true! :)

Have a great weekend!
IHG xo