so i was at the shed last nite as usual. it was muggy outside. nasty, hot, and sweaty. couple bowls and a couple beers. not nearly as much excitement as the igniting of a half stick of dynamite like sunday nite, but still a good nite. go-kart blasting around the block pissing off the neighbors. firecrackers keeping everyone on their toes. always a good place to be in the summer. it wasn't till last nite that i think i figured it out. standing there looking at a twin cam softail, i realized what needs to be done. i realize what's missing. i realize how the company can save face. save their name. regain the respect they once held amongst all of us guys. and the only way i can figure out how to make them realize this is to tell them. so i'm doing it. I'm headed to the top of the heap. fire me from my job if you have to, i'm gonna say what should have been said long ago. spoken from a parts counter guy to the lead designer who's company's name is his own.
maybe i'll finally be proud to work here.