Rode out toward Ashland City this evening, that stretch where the road just follows the river and doesn't ask much of you. Stopped at a little market with a hand painted sign still up out front and got a Coke out of the cooler by the door. Fella behind the counter asked if the Heritage was a Softail, then told me about a Shovelhead he sold in 1987 and has regretted every year since. Stood there twenty minutes hearing about that bike. Rode home slow with the light going out behind me.