I’m a pretty informal guy. I ride a Harley.

Girls who ride motorcycles are the best type of girls.

I don’t know if this qualifies as gentle reassurance, but right now this is all that stands between me and a Harley-Davidson.

I have two Jack Russell terriers, Harley and Gracie, who I like to go running within the park.

I play golf and ride my motorcycle – my Harley – around the hills of California.

People have life goals, and I just want to ride faster.

I have a Harley and a Bourget, which I enjoy taking into the countryside.

I’ve had Harleys on both sides of the Atlantic, so I’m a lover of a Harley motorcycle.

If a man loves his bike, he’ll love his woman too.

What’s better than a full gas tank? Nothing.

There are two types of people in this world. The first type owns a Harley Davidson and the second type is sad.

The Harley’s got a little too much torque when it comes to jumping.

Harley Davidson owners don’t need therapy. Have you ever seen a bike outside the psychiatrist’s office?

Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.

I love my Harley Davidson motorcycle at the cost of my life, and there’s nothing that I can do about it.

Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.

People call me crazy for being a woman who loves Harley Davidson. I call myself a happy woman.

I don’t always sit and listen to my Harley, but when I do, so does my whole neighborhood.

If you haven’t gone on a road trip with your buddies on a motorcycle, you’re missing out on life.