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HARLEY-DAVIDSON PREPARES TO CELEBRATE ITS 100TH ANNIVERSARY …AND INVITES THE WORLD
Global Birthday Bash Brings the Party to the Four Corners of the Earth … And back to Milwaukee. When Harley-Davidson throws a party, Milwaukee rumbles. When the company celebrates 100 years of the world’s greatest motorcycles — the earth will shake. To make sure no one is left out, Harley-Davidson announced today that its 100th anniversary will be a year-long celebration that spans the globe, visiting several continents and numerous cities before culminating in the party of the century in Milwaukee, Wis., on Aug. 31, 2003. And everyone, Harley owners to Harley dreamers, is invited to attend.
Immediately following Harley-Davidson’s dealer meeting in Milwaukee in July 2002, where more than 6,000 dealership owners and staff will get a sneak peek at the 100th anniversary motorcycles, the Motor Company plans to fire up its “Open Road Tour,” a rolling birthday party with stops in the United States, Mexico, Australia, Europe and Japan. In summer 2003, the festivities move back to the United States. Riders from around the world will saddle up for their trek to Wisconsin, called The Ride Home, where they’ll take part in four days of festivities in and around Milwaukee. Through this activity, along with Harley-Davidson dealer-sponsored events, riders will work together with the company to raise funds for the Muscular Dystrophy Association.
“I’m sure my grandfather and his brothers never dreamed that in just 100 years, the entire world would be celebrating the birth of Harley-Davidson motorcycles,” said Willie G. Davidson, vice president of styling and grandson of one of the Motor Company’s founding fathers.
The deep roots of the Harley-Davidson legend began in 1903, in a 10-by-15 foot shed in the Davidson family backyard. Together with family friend William S. Harley, the Davidson brothers (William D., Walter and Arthur) crafted their first motorcycle using the best available tools they had – their hands and ingenuity. Starting in 1903, they built three of the first model motorcycle, and the Harley-Davidson Motor Co. began its 100-year journey.
The Open Road Tour Following the dealer meeting in July 2002, the roar of Harley-Davidson will hit the open road during a series of traveling festivals across the globe. Beginning at four stops in North America, which are yet to be determined, the tour will then move south to Mexico. The tour will jump continents to Australia and Japan before wrapping up with two events in Europe during the summer of 2003.
“As a company we felt that we needed a full year of celebrations to ensure that all of the Harley-Davidson family around the globe could be a part of this historic occasion,” said Joanne Bischmann, vice president of marketing for Harley-Davidson. “The Open Road Tour allows us to carry the spirit of Harley-Davidson around the world.”
The Ride Home There is nothing better than coming home. Modeled after the Harley Owners Group (H.O.G.) touring rallies, the Motor Company will encourage enthusiasts from across North America to come home during four company-sponsored rides that will start at the four corners of the country to celebrate 100 years on the open road.
Over 200,000 people are expected to celebrate with Harley-Davidson during three-day festivals, which will include events in Milwaukee as well as other Wisconsin locations. These events will include entertainment, displays, food and, of course, lots of Harley-Davidson motorcycles. The events will take place Aug. 28, 2003, through Aug. 30, 2003. Tickets will be required for some of the activities. More information on locations, tickets and events will be available early next year.
The event to launch Harley-Davidson into the next 100 years will occur in Milwaukee’s Veteran’s Park on the shore of Lake Michigan on Aug. 31, 2003. It is expected to draw more than 200,000 people for one of the biggest birthday parties the world has ever seen. The free, main stage event will feature big-name, live entertainment and be the centerpiece of the year-long anniversary event.
“We are excited to share our heritage and the Harley-Davidson experience with all of our family and friends around the globe,” said Jeffrey Bleustein, chairman and chief executive officer of Harley-Davidson Inc. “I hope everyone can take part in this historic celebration.”
As information about the 100th becomes available to the public, it will be posted on a special section of the Harley-Davidson Web site, www.harley-davidson.com. The company has also established a 100th anniversary hotline at (800) HD100th (800-431-0084) or locally at (414) 343-4116.
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Don Crafts,
Motorcycle Online
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Damn Dude: Taint Nobody Told You Don’t Fuck Wit The Animals From The Woods?
Hey we are used to fucking with the ones on the street. That came with growin, but hitting critters with a bike is a losing deal. Well you are not the first one I know who has done that. Get well, take care of yourself and if you need me to do anything, let me know.
–ROGUE
The Bearded Shepheard–
An old, bearded shepherd with a crooked staff walked up to a stone pulpit and said, “And lo, it came to pass that the trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot. And Dot Com was a comely and strong woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she had been called Amazon Dot Com.
And she said unto Abraham, her husband, “Why doth thou travel far, from town to town, with thy goods when thou can trade without ever leaving thy tent?”
And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said, “How, Dear?”
And Dot replied, “I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale and they will reply telling you which hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah’s Pony Stable (UPS).”
Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. And the drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had, at the top price, without ever moving from his tent. But this success did arouse envy. And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums, that no = one noticed that the real riches were going to the drum maker, one Brother William o Gates, who bought up every drum company in the land. And indeed did insist on making drums that would work only if you bought Brother Gates’ drumsticks.
And Dot did say, “Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others. “And as Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel, or as it came to be known “eBay,” he said, “we need a name that reflects what we are,” and Dot replied, “Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner-Operators”. “Whoopee!”, said Abraham
No, YAHOO!” said Dot Com.. . And that’s how it all began. It wasn’t Al Gore after all!
Hey Dixie Riders
Don’t panic, there’s nothing wrong……..I said that because this is the second e-mail from us in less than a week…we’ve been known to go for months without even saying hi, and now we’re bugging you twice in a week…what’s going on? Well, truthfully, since I didn’t get to go to Sturgis, I’ve been bored, so I thought I’d aggravate you for a while. Anybody want to buy the next round? No??
OK, here’s the real reason. I forgot to ask you for a few favors in the last e-mail. I had it all in my mind, (which is probably a mistake cause nothing ever lasts long in there!) and in walked Dixie Deb, Miss June Dixie Darling and vroom…my mind went blank…..well, not actually blank….but if you’ve seen the pictures of Deb, you’ll know what filled my mind….
Dang it, there I go again. Anyway, we’re working on a couple of upcoming stories and wanted to get your help. Dianne Gross is working on a story featuring older motorcycle riders. If you, or someone you know, (incidentally, I invented that phrase, but other people ripped it off) is an “older” rider, uh…say between 55 and 100, send us their e-mail address or tell them to e-mail us at We’re also working on a story about Tinnitus…no, he’s not some long-dead Roman emperor. It’s a condition that causes constant ringing in the ears……if you or someone you know has this condition, we’d like to talk to you…..e-mail or call us… We’ve taken the e-mail prompt off the site so now when you log on, the site won’t pop-up a window asking you to sign up for this newsletter. The aggravating little booger did its job because we’re now sending this e-mail notice to over 5000 of you, but truthfully that pop up window bugged the devil out of me when I visited the site so I know how some of you had to feel. But it’s gone and good riddance. In the past couple of days we’ve got the pictures from the July blowout at the Steel Horse Saloon (with the Dixie Rider Spud wrestling photos), Easyriders of Augusta’s grand opening, and other reader submitted photos up on the site. Click on this link…….. That’s it for now, and probably for?a while, unless some earth shattering event takes place. Ride safe and remember, we appreciate your feedback, but we appreciate your greenbacks even more!! –Scott Cochran, Editor The Extensive Code For Men To Live By Thou shall not rent Chocolat. Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella. Any man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers. When you are queried by a buddy’s wife, girlfriend, mother, father, priest, shrink, dentist, accountant or dog walker, you need not and should not provide any useful information whatsoever as to his whereabouts. You are permitted to deny his very existence. Unless he murdered someone in your immediate family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours. You may exaggerate any anecdote told in a bar by 50 percent without recrimination; beyond that, anyone within earshot is allowed to call bullshit. (Exception: When trying to pick up a girl, the allowable exaggeration rate rises to 400 percent.) If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off-limits forever. The minimum amount of time you have to wait for another guy who’s running late is 5 minutes. For a girl, you are required to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 scale. Bitching about the brand of free beer in a buddy’s refrigerator is forbidden. You may, however, gripe if the temperature is unsuitable. No man is ever required to buy a birthday present for another man. (In fact, even remembering a friend’s birthday is optional.) Agreeing to distract the ugly friend of a hot babe your buddy is trying to hook up with is your legal duty. Should you get carried away with your good deed and end up having sex with the beast, your pal is forbidden to speak of it, even at your bachelor party. Before dating a buddy’s ex, you are required to ask his permission; and he, in return, is required to grant it. Women who claim they “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to pick a buffalo wing clean. If a man’s zipper is down, that is his problem — you didn’t see nothin’. The universal compensation for buddies who help you move is beer. A man must never own a cat or like his girlfriend’s cat. Your girlfriend must bond with your buddy’s girlfriends within 30 minutes of meeting them. You are not required to make nice with her gal pals’ significant dick-heads – low-level sports bonding is all the law requires. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sports event, you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who’s playing. When your girlfriend/wife expresses a desire to fix her whiney friend up with your pal, you may give her the go-ahead only if you’ll be able to warn your buddy and give him time prepare excuses about joining the priesthood. (Gas Warfare Act) you may flatuate in front of a woman only after you’ve brought her to climax. But if you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of entertainment, she’s officially your girlfriend. It is permissible to consume a fruity chick drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach… and it’s delivered by a topless supermodel…and it’s free. Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked. A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight. If a buddy is outnumbered or too drunk to fight, you must jump into the fight. Exception: If within the last 24 hours his actions have caused you to think, “What this guy needs is a good ass-whoopin,” then you may sit back and enjoy. Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos, ever. Issue closed. Bikernet Morale Officer Report From Wyoming ? Been outta town for a few days. ?The story goes like this… Seems the Bandit, Keith Ball, my friend in crimes against the Web, was roaring down Highway 20 at 90 mph, 10 godforsaken miles outside of Thermopolis, Wyo.?(Desolation is too decorative a word of description for Wyoming.) ? He had an invitation from a lady friend to come to Worland (about 125 miles north of Casper) to sign some of his novels for about 35 bikers. ?Riding back from the book signing, fate rolled the dice. ?It was a dark and dreary night; rain clouds threatened a deluge. ?Up ahead, the silhouette of a deer bolted across the highway. ?Rolling the right hand grip back, Bandit slowed to about 70. ?Just then, 2 feet ahead, Bambi sprang from the line of cottonwood trees. ?For a fragment of a second, in a ballet of venison, Bambi pirouetted in a furry plie with Bandit’s leather vest. ?And then? And then? eh, eh… And then, along came Jones…… ?And then, as best we can stitch together, out of the pile of mud and blood and leather and steel, that deer decided to ride with the Bandit. I was cutting wood that day in Pine Cove, near Idyllwild. ?The phone rang. ?”Bandit’s being helicoptered to the med center in Casper, Wyo.” ?I sprang. ?I was in Casper, Wyo., Sunday night. ?In the hospital’s ICU, Keith lay in a fuzzy haze of drugs and pain. ?He had sustained a major gash in the back of his head, a concussion, a hemorrhaging of the brain, a collapsed lung, broken ribs, a tube in his chest to suck out the blood around the collapsed lung, road rash on his right shoulder and arm, a major bruise on his hip and outside thigh, and assorted minor cuts and bruises. ?Inspite of all that carnage, the son of a bitch is a tiger. ?I stayed until Wednesday. ?Hustled into a wheelchair, Bandit’s journey home was exhausting but appreciated. ?He’s on the mend. ????? Scurvy News Released Hell, I know that the words are scattered, the subjects strewn to the wind, but what the fuck. I finished it in time to down a handful of pain pills and attempt sex into the evening. Have a great week–Bandit ???????????????????????????????????????????
