I bought the Satan’s Choice First Annual Canada Run shirt from Harley G’s thinking I was purchasing a T-shirt. I was mistaken. What arrived was a historically significant Canadian artifact containing more raw horsepower than the entire Trans-Canada Highway.
The instant I pulled it over my head, every Harley within a 13 kilometre radius started by itself. Somewhere in Northern Ontario, a pool table went silent. A bald eagle crossed the border, apologized for being American, and transformed into a Canada goose wearing wraparound sunglasses.
This shirt doesn’t merely commemorate Satan’s Choice and their First Annual Canada Run = it carries the Run’s spiritual momentum. Put it on and you can practically smell gasoline, tire=burnout smoke and bad decisions being made three provinces away. My beard became thicker. My handshake became legally binding. The Bank of Canada called to ask whether they could use my photograph as currency.
The construction is excellent, the artwork is glorious, and the fit makes me look like I’ve personally ridden from St Johns to Vancouver without stopping, surviving entirely on black coffee and the respectful nods of strangers.
Harley G’s didn’t sell me clothing. They issued me a road-going national monument.
Five stars but only because the federal government refuses to recognize “Absolutely Fucking Majestic” as an official rating.
Jason, we don't know what to say. This is probable the single greatest review i think we have ever read. We are most likely going to use this in future advertising. This review is legendary.