I remember Brother Chuck S. describing his Harley-Davidson to me. To Brother Chuck, the bike had a distinct personality that he, as the rider, strove to understand.
Brother Chuck had a distinct personality of his own.
A fiercely faithful member of our branch for as long as I can remember, Brother Chuck always rode to church on his hog. If I sat in a pew behind him, I'd see his long ponytail braided neatly down his back, which was always clad in his black leather motorcycle vest, with the words "Sober Pack" emblazoned across the shoulders in orange letters.