David and I wore our Lincoln Trail Chapter HOG t-shirts to Campinas on Saturday. We had planned on changing out of them after the visit to the Harley store but didn't have a chance. With João as our guide and with us constantly, we didn't feel like we had to disguise the fact we were tourists. During our visit to Dom Pedro Mall and while eating in the food court, a man and his son came up to us and asked if we were HOG members. Of course we were but the t-shirt was the ice breaker he needed to approach us. He was also a HOG member and so we talked bikes for a bit. He had an Ultra and a Road King.
On Sunday morning at the hotel breakfast, we noticed several couples with Harley-Davidson t-shirts on and all were from H-D dealerships in the Florida. We didn't want to interrupt their breakfast but when we saw a few of them later in the lobby, we asked. They were Brazilian riders who had traveled together as a group to Florida and were planning a trip to Milwaukee for the 105th and then were motorcycling on to Las Vegas. My wish for them is that people in the United States treat all of them as well as we have been treated here in Brazil.
Later that morning from our balcony, we heard them leave the hotel parking garage. We spotted a Soft Tail Heritage, a Road King, an Ultra, and a Sportster.
By the way, everyone is so surprised when I tell them I have my own bike. Some young women ride the small metric bikes but I have yet to meet anyone female who rides her own Harley.
There are metric bikes all over but Harleys are rare. We are used to hearing the whine of the metric in traffic but when we hear the occasional deep throaty VROOOOM of a Harley, we always try to look.
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