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Funny Goes to Harley Fantasy Camp Pt. 2

Read Part One Here.



Day Two at Harley Davidson Fantasy Camp, and the experience keeps getting better...


Thursday, June 24: The day everyone was waiting for, the riding tour through the Milwaukee countryside.

Before the trip, I was asked if I had my motorcycle license. Unfortunately, I didn't, which meant I had to "ride bitch" on the back of one of the Harley employees bikes. Luckily for me, my personalized driver, Matt, was cool with me clutching him like an elementary school knapsack for a few hours.

When all was said and done, that ride convinced me to buy a motorcycle.

The ride was split down the middle, with lunch being served at Tally Ho Tavern. It's a hole-in-the-wall restaurant that would be my regular stomping ground had I lived in the Hartford, Wisconsin area. Had I not enjoyed the ride so much, I may have just stayed and cracked open a couple cold ones with the bartenders.

Hitting the hotel, it was time to get ready for opening night of Summerfest, the largest music festival in the world.

As usual on the trip, we were escorted in via all-access passes, taken to the Harley Davidson pavilion and stage, where we were given a backstage tour and free drinks (bad idea.)

Friday, June 25: Before departing from the week, we had one last presentation, which, for what it was worth, I think was the week's best.

Sitting in the Willie G. Product Development Center, we were able to experience hands-on the blueprints and creative ideas of the people who literally put together the Harley Davidson Sportster.

We got a rundown of the in-depth, high-tech testing involved to develop such a bike, and were shown the samples of how the motorcycle became what it did. It was incredible to hear the stories of how they personally customized a part on the bike. From the positioning of the mirrors, to the encryptions on the handlebars, it was incredible to see how just an idea could turn into something that affects so many people.

After a quick lunch, the week came to a screeching halt.

Riding to the airport, I felt like a pussy for going home crammed into coach class. I should have been straddling a Harley on the open road. Or at least clutching the back of a dude riding one.

For more information on the Harley Davidson Fantasy Camp, check out their Official Site.