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Previous Newsletters:
# 1 (04/15/06)
# 2 (08/01/06)
# 3 (10/01/06)
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RealHog Newsletter:
Real Hog Newsletter #2
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Dear Real Hog,
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Welcome to Real Hog! Real Hog is a new site
for riders of Harley-Davidson motorcycles. No other
motorcycle inspires raw passion and emotion like a
chromed out, customized Harley. As any Harley rider
will tell you, Harley-Davidson is the most admired,
the most imitated and the most desirable marque on
the roadway. And for good reason. Harley Davidson
has a long and proud career of invention, of racing,
of battlefield fighting in two world wars, of
customization, and of progress and development
without compromise. ...And of serving man’s need
to get into the wind and get into his own head. We
can try to define the Harley mystique in words, but
it’s not really an option. Some things just can’t
be described adequately. The essence of a Harley
may be beyond words, but the message is found in the
low rumble of the twin pipes. Harley Davidson has a
century-long history all its own, one that is unique
to the world of motorcycling. As the sound from the
45 degree V-twin will testify, nothing else is a Harley.
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The founder and CEO of Real Hog is Uwe
Druckenmueller, a confirmed long-time and
long-distance rider, and the creator of www.CruiserCustomizing.com
and www.GoldWingCountry.com.
Founded five years back to serve the needs of the
metric cruiser community, Cruiser Customizing
quickly rose to serve some 100,000 motorcyclists
across America and around the world. Today managed
by fourty employees, mostly all who ride,
Cruiser Customizing boasts a 22,000 square foot head
office in Livermore, CA, an hour east of San
Francisco. Experience at Cruiser Customizing, and
Gold Wing Country, has provided Uwe with ample
confidence to now begin his service to the Harley
community. When I asked Big Uwe (as we call him,
he’s six-foot-five) why he inaugurated Real Hog after
his twin successes in service to both the metric
cruiser and Gold Wing communities, he
replied, "from talking to our Harley customers we
learned that they preferred to have their own
website and buying experience. This allows us to
make shopping for Harley Davidson accessories much
easier. We also have dedicated customer service
staff to answer phone calls, emails and live chat.
In the end it’s a win-win for everybody."
The Real Hog Newsletter will feature interesting
articles about the long, proud and extensive history
of Harley Davidson. We’ll get you interviews with
famous Harley riders, descriptions of Harley
gatherings and our Real Hog members’ trips and
experiences with their own hogs. So we ask you to
stay tuned, there’s a whole world out there in Real
Hog. It’s nearly impossible to run out of things to
say when you’re talking Harley talk, so we promise
something here for all Harley aficionados.
As the time for the launch of the Real Hog site
closed in, Big Uwe journeyed to the idyllic island
of Maui with his girlfriend Tracy. There the
twosome rented a hog from Island Riders and
throttled down one of the most picturesque and
twisty roads in the world, the legendary ride to
Hana! Uwe’s girl Tracy wrote up the journey in a
style all her own, a description that is sure to
entice many other Harley riders to undertake the
same thrilling journey. Now here’s her story in her
words...
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As if he feeling of the wind in my face couldn’t be
better, the winding road before us to Hana promised
to make the ride truly sublime. Seated with Uwe on
the Fat Boy, the road ahead of us promised an
adventure of six hundred and seventeen curves,
fifty-four one-lane bridges, acres of pineapple
fields, endless bamboo jungles, dancing waterfalls,
clear tropical streams and pools, fields of fragrant
island flowers, delicate rainforest vegetation and
inviting black sand beaches. As we whizzed past the
exotic foliage the jungle plants appeared soft to
the touch.
Maui was a perfect venue for a new member of the
world of motorcycling like me. Maui’s relaxed,
“hang loose” atmosphere helped me to let go of my
fears of riding. We departed Kanapali on the
island’s west coast and passed through the
picturesque town of Lahaina where old museum ships
speak of early days of exploration and sea faring
trade. On the beaches surfers, who had camped
there, were paddling out to catch white-top waves in
the sapphire ocean. We stopped at Paia, famous as a
hippie refuge for breakfast. The Fat Boy drew
attention from all sides. At the gas station we
spotted a bumper sticker that reminded us, Don’t
Honk! This Ain’t the Mainland!” Everyone agreed
that a motorcycle is the best means of exploring
the island.
Through the mountains we encountered short bursts of
rain but within a few minutes we’d be dry once again
from the wind and the sun, a repeating cycle. At a
rest stop we met with a group of sixty-four riders.
The Sons of Hawaii M/C were having their annual
Memorial Day ride, which had drawn motorcyclists
from several other islands in the chain. At the end
of the long road we stopped to watch a canoe race,
and headed back to Kanapali, along what must be the
world’s mot beautiful road. And in those miles of
roadway, I was now becoming an eager member of the
community of motorcyclists.
-Tracy Powell
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Be sure to send us your story ideas! You could be
the next featured member in Real Hog Newsletter #3.
Just e-mail
us to send us your ideas!
Ride Safe,
Real Hog Team
phone:
925-583-2200
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