THIS ROAD TRIP was more than 12 months in the making. The first thing I had to do was to contact a dealer who could supply what we wanted. After contacting a couple of dickheads dealers, I got in contact with Glenn Bartell from Bartells Harley-Davidson in LA — four Harley-Davidson Ultras booked for the trip.
Up the West Coast, into Canada, down to Sturgis, into Utah, Monument Valley, Las Vegas, and back to LA. Twelve States in all and totalling about 9500 km in four weeks. Sounds great until we had to pick up our bikes.
The day prior to picking up the bikes they were in transit from Arizona. Somewhere along the way the driver got out at a gas station to take a piss. When he comes back the truck, trailer and bikes are all fuckin’ gone. Some prick stole the lot.
To Glenn’s credit he put together three make-shift bikes overnight just to get us on the road. He gave one the boys his own new Indian which had 100 miles on it.
Two days later we are in San Francisco to meet up with Glenn who, with some of his staff, rode up from LA with three brand new bikes. One Harley Ultra and another two Indians.
Let the road trip begin.
No problems until we got almost out of Utah. Stop for lunch and a beer and one of the boy’s Indians decided to shit itself. A call to Glenn in LA and by the next morning the bike was on the back of a tow-truck heading to Las Vegas. Once in Vegas Glenn had organised a replacement Harley through Eagle Rider.
Apart from a few hiccups it was the fuckin’ best road trip.
To Glenn and his staff, thanks for all your help. If you’re every in LA give Glenn a call and tell him Tatts sent you. I am sure he will look after you.
To my mates — Truck, Doggie, Juice, and their wives, Carmel, Doggett, Lee Lee, and my lovely wife Tricia — thanks for the memories.
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