Finally! Truly affordable housing helps the Phillips family realize their dream of owning a Harley.

That's not really our house (LOL), but it is my Dad, Mom, Bro & Sis, circa early 50's. I am in the foreground with cowboy boots. Rode many a poker run behind my Dad on that old iron hoss starting about 5 or 6 years old. On occasion, I also remember him throwing it down and jumping up and down on it because it wouldn't start.

After he cooled off, that was usually followed my Mom bringing the car around and tying a rope to the forks to pull start it. Ahhh, the good old days.