The man of my dreams was always a Harley riding guy! If it wasn’t for this man I would have missed a lot of crazy wild adventures. One thing you must understand is that David has ants in his pants. When we lived in Los Angeles on any given night when I was getting ready for bed he would ask me where can you get us a room. I normally get free rooms at the casinos from all my gambling. It’d be about 10 pm at night and off we ride our Harley Davidson Motorcycle to Las Vegas, Laughlin, Solvang or Palm Desert. The Beginning – Memories I remember once…