I've come to the conclusion that there is almost nothing quite as beautiful as the sound of a group of Harleys all in perfect unison rolling down the freeway. It started out on the 605 where 3 beautiful OLD Harleys were in front of me, all three perfectly tuned and purring like kittens. They were all so fluid in sound and movement that it was hard to believe that they weren't all one unit. I was sad when the merged onto the other freeway. I almost wanted to follow. And then again, only for a fleeting moment, as I was driving down the 210, a muddle of Harleys, probably around 20 or so, went flying by me going the other way. It was the sense of auditory perfection that you can only get from the sweet music of a Harley. There is almost nothing out there in the world that could ever be as beautiful to me as that sound. -fin-