He always wore a black leather jacket and boots. I wanted so badly to ride it, but my mother said she would kill me if she ever caught me on the bike. Well, on my 60th birthday, the people in my office called me down to the first floor, and there sitting at the curb was a police lieutenant, on a Harley, ready to take me for my birthday ride. He drove me up around Diamond Head, and we were gone for an hour. It was the ride of a lifetime.
Dreams still do come true.
I did tell my mother that I finally rode on a Harley.