Give me a Harley…
A few years ago my work took me into contact with a Harley Davidson dealer. I quickly developed a fascination for the H-D subculture that led me into the world of Harley riders, from weekend corporate cowboys to hard-core bikies who dealt in drugs and arms and prostitution. It was quite an adventure and I discovered that the world of Harley riders has a degree of stereotyping, but also that the last people you would expect were proud Harley owners. Like any motorcycle, Harley Davidson’s have their fans and detractors. ‘Like riding an armchair down the highway’ is how I heard one person describe it. Like that’s a bad thing?
Being a pillion on a cruising Harley is definitely a different experience than being a white knuckled pillion on a Japanese motorcycle, perched behind a boyfriend who doesn’t know how to ride under 100k’s, in the freezing cold and slipping millimeter by millimeter closer to the back of the pillion seat. You really learn how to grip with your thighs. As well as the usual suspects of HD Parts, the Harley subculture infiltrates every aspect of the Harley lovers lifestyle. You can get Harley-Davidson branded jewelry, wedding favors, fashion clothing and even homewares such as wine glasses, coffee cups and travel mugs. I bet a lot of men have Harley keyrings and belt buckles without even realising they do. That H-D flame logo found on everything from accessories to Discount Harley Parts is some kind of subliminal suggestion, I’m sure.
One day I plan to ride across the United States with a group of women Harley riders comprised of grandmothers, college students, corporate professionals and women just like me – seeking an amazing experience of female power and the Sisterhood.
Everyone has an image conjured up by the iconic brand of Harley-Davidson. For those in the ‘club’, it’s an image of the freedom found only on the open road and in the brother/sisterhood of other Harley owners.
- Rebecca, Stephen’s sister!





