Club H.O.G. 25

As we approached downtown Milwaukee, we entered a sea of Harleys. The were bikes everywhere, thousands upon thousands of them. H.O.G. stands for Harley Owners Group.
There are local chapters all over the world. Today we saw chapters from Alaska and Mexico. I am sure if I would have stayed, I would have seen chapters from other continents. We left Miller Park, where the mass of biker humanity had assembled for Diana's B-day dinner. As we were leaving we could see lot after lot was packed with bikes like sardenes in a can. The amazing thing was the parade of bike still waiting to get in was even longer than when we had arrived! During our time there a really cool thing happened. We closed the New York Stock Exchange. With a live video feed from Club H.O.G. 25, thousands of bikers and harleys yelled and reved their bikes to close out the day on the NYSE. It was so awesome as Wall street met the H.O.G. Highway. Being a H.O.G. Member is not just joining a club, you are joining a family. You could be three thousand miles from home and see another biker and you are instant family. It's just understood.
You want to meet the best people in the world? Meet a biker.