Her husband had always wanted a Harley and had finally bought one just a couple of years ago. He had barely broken in his cycle when he had a serious, although not fatal accident. I think my friend had hoped this may slow him down, but instead he became an even more avid rider and was collecting memorabilia from all the clubs. Since he may never make it south, she wanted to surprise him with a piece of Southern Thunder.
Well, I guess the fun in the Delta got to us and we came back a different way and forgot all about stopping before we headed to the airport. So, no Harley-Davidson souvenirs for Todd!
Had I know then what I know now (sounds like a country song doesn't it?), I would have told her to stop by the Harley-Davidson shop on Concourse B in the rotunda at Memphis International Airport (MEM). They represent the Blues City club which may not be as famous as Southern Thunder, but certainly evokes Memphis, home of the blues!
Since I am seeing my friend this afternoon I'm taking her a Blues City Harley-Davidson shot glass to give Todd. I hope this makes up just a little for forgetting to head to Southern Thunder on the way home!

