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| Take a minute to get to know Honda Harry. He's a pretty interesting guy, with improbable adventures under his belt. Here's Harry, tall in the saddle, Rocky Mountains behind him, about ready to slip on the motorcycle helmet, and begin a balls-out road trip to Southern California. Our boy is a motorcycle icon: impeccable balance, sharp eye for road kill, sixth and maybe seventh senses on full alert for sleepy 18-wheelers. He's been from Tucson to Tucumcari. Harry knows all the spots to slow down, watch for cops, get a big New York cut steak, grab a java to go. Let's follow Honda Harry on his Race to the Coast. |
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| Two gorgeous Truck-stop Cuties somewhere in western Arizona. They know all about Harry and his Honda. They want to meet this "Shiny Side-up" biker. The gals understand that Harry travels light, on a tight budget, never staying in one place too long. Still the ladies want to be remembered. They have a five spot or so, and hope our man will, maybe, stick around for a bowl of pho. If "no to pho," then the cash can go for gas, and Harry will continue his journey. |
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| Harry gets to meet all kinds of interesting people en-route. Miss Freewheel with body art extraordinaire here hoped to persuade Harry to get some tatts for travel, but without success. |
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| Ah, home sweet home. You may find it hard to believe that an airstream can be tugged along by Harry's Honda .... |
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| Harry rides by the motto: Keep the rubber side down and the shiny side up. Once in a while some gravel, sand, ice or snow gets in the way, and results in a boo-boo like this. |
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| This is Harry working underneath a 1949 PLYMOUTH. Harry couldn't get it running, he got the Honda. And he got to the Coast with nary an incident. That's the Honda Harry saga, and maybe we'll have add'l. adventures as time goes by. |
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