I can't take it anymore. I have to stop living this lie. It's consumed my life for too long. I have to come clean. I LOVE Harley Day.
This secret has left me feeling ashamed and embarrassed for much of my life, but it ends today. I love you, old guys with your old wives on the back of your hog. I love you, trashy-looking, leather vest-wearing Harley riders. I love you Willie, with your leather skull-cap made special to fit your giant mouse-like head. I love you guy who drives close to the student section to hi-five all the kids who think your bike is bad-ass. I love you, thirty seconds of deafening Harley motor-revving before kickoff. I love you Harley Day. I love you.
It feels good to finally get that off my chest after all these years.