My husband just got himself a Harley and I know how he thinks, this one's for him.

Yes, he rides a bike indeed,
No, it's not a bike ,it's a Harley.
So what , if it has two tires,
The seat says try me,
It roars like a tiger,
It's color black cherry.
It belongs to a man,
Standing six foot four,
He's strong and he's gentle,
The kind you'd adore.

Yes, he rides a bike indeed,
No, it's not a bike , it's a Harley.
The difference he says,
As you round a bend,
Is your Harley stays with you,
In comfort, till the end.
Next time they come,
Take a look at what you see,
For a comfortable ride,
They'll have a Harley.