Tag Archives: Harley Owners Group
Ride Without Hugs
The only thing missing from our first official HOG day ride since the pandemic was hugs. Some riders gave “air hugs” and fist bumps. Most riders stood apart and greeted each other with a nod, grateful to see friends in … Continue reading
Long Comeback
Tugging on my cold weather gear after a few months’ break was awkward. The last time Frank and I rode with the HOGs in the dog days of summer, we barely wore jackets. Then my husband’s autoimmune disease kicked into … Continue reading
Before the Thunder
West Coast Thunder is a motorcycle event sponsored by Riverside Harley-Davidson held each Memorial Day to assist The Riverside National Cemetery. Around 6,000 motorcycles parade through Riverside, CA, past the National Cemetery, and end up at a venue for a … Continue reading
West Coast Thunder Weekend
In the teachers’ lounge, someone asked, “What are you doing over Memorial Day Weekend?” “Riding in a parade with 8000 other motorcycles,” I said. Each Memorial Day, West Coast Thunder sponsors a motorcycle ride that goes through Riverside, California, … Continue reading
Snorkeling on a Harley
You don’t expect to ride under water with a Harley touring bike, but thanks to a wet winter, water crossings have been featured in two of our recent HOG rides. Not wet pavement, not trickling water, but rushing, CHURNING flash … Continue reading
Sisterhood of the Traveling Chaps
A HOG overnighter was where the magic began. I wasn’t sure what to expect on our first overnighter years ago. The Grand Canyon was our destination, which we actually never visited due to snow (in May!). That trip was … Continue reading
All in a Day’s Journey- HOGs in Utah
The second day of a four-day overnighter Harley trip is not weighed down by expectations. On our Utah trip, we were not scheduled to visit Bryce Canyon and Zion until the third day, so my husband, Frank, and I emerged … Continue reading
San Simeon from a Cage
A black line of Harleys wrapped around the mountain, hidden in curves and revealed in straightaways. What was I doing, following in my Corolla, when I longed to feel the ocean wind bite while dancing the twisties? Most of … Continue reading
Riding Among the Ancients
Wrinkled trunks, witnesses of centuries, watch us ride through their domain. Sentinels perched on rocky battlements sigh, “Safe passage,” to the line of Harleys slithering up the narrow mountain road. Our HOG overnighter group pulls into the museum parking lot … Continue reading
What is Ladies of Harley?
What is Ladies of Harley? I didn’t know when Frank and I joined the HOGs three years ago. I thought it only referred to women who rode their own bikes. Since then I have learned it is much more. … Continue reading