Finding A Harley. And Not Just A Harley? An Elvis Presley Harley!
Unbelievable….
Disclaimer: I am a collector of stories and the stories I am telling you could well be urban legends, Chinese whispers even but really they are too good not to share! And the place of origin is just where the stories supposedly occurred. With this one, I am recounting the actual story I was told about ten years ago but to even up the score I have included a similar story from “The Orlando Sentinel”
What you’ve got a Harley” he said. “You lucky bastard! Not a Harley”
His boss and friend nodded most happily.
“Well, I’ll be buggered. You know I’ve always wanted a Harley.” Envy and longing crept into his voice.
Saturday arrived and with it, came the Sydney papers, skimming through the “For Sale” section he found the part devoted to motorbikes, and therefore private sale was an older type bike, a ’60s Harley.
But, a Harley whatever its age is still a Harley. Something of mechanical beauty. Jack rang and made the appropriate arrangements to drive up from Queanbeyan N.S.W. to inspect it.
As the old guy wheeled it out of the garage, he said, that whoever had previously owned the bike had kept it in good nick, but as both he and the bike were getting on a bit he had…
