I took a visit, no more like a pilgrimage, to the oldest Harley Davidson Dealer in Europe, Warrs. Established 90 years ago, it sits on the southwest side of London near the Chelsea stadium and Wimbleton. The shop is on the edge of an everyday neighborhood in London, with a slight industrial feel. There is a fantastic Pub right across the street as well.
A modern building, red brick, big windows lots of open interior space. It emulates the style of most new Harley dealers in the US. It has a sense familiarity. You're comfortable after you walk through the front door. I wouldn't necessarily call it a must see destination but, for any HD fan going to London, it may not be in the same league as Big Ben or Westminster, but it is an indulgence for those of us, that like to collect local HD items. Rows of new motorcycles sit enticing the faithful, like sirens of old, calling out, beckoning those of us who hear their song. Come to me, admire my shine, caress the smoothness and depth of color in the paint. Feel the comfort of the leather seats. Revel in mirror-like chrome. See that reflection of yourself within the depths of the art, that is the machine. When you experience that vision, you are one with the bike, giving yourself up, to live the adventure. To cruise through the next curve wondering what lies ahead.
My caffeine addiction dictated my previous choices. A coffee mug was my travel souvenir in the past, but cupboards fill up quite fast with all that molded ceramic. And most of them do not fit in the cup holders in the car, let alone on the bike. Wearable items now mark my travels. A shirt or T-shirt, emblazoned with the local HD dealership logo, is my keepsake of choice now. To use my chest as a walking  billboard it will be for something I believe in or fully endorse. I've outgrown the need to blindly display someone else's cliche slogan or design. A wearable item is dual purpose, choose wisely and not only is it a keepsake, but a fashion statement as well.
Going to a local HD dealership is also a connection, an icebreaker , a chance to meet and greet people in a new area. It provides a common bond, a point of comfort and ease. What do you ride? Where are the most scenic routes?  May I please drool all over that satin black Fat Bob sitting on the showroom floor? When and where does the local HOG group meet? You get the idea.
Now I'm not advocating you change your trinket  habit. If a six inch fake bronze Big Ben is calling your name, or a "I heart London" book bag is your thing go at it. The Eiffel Tower etched inside that block of glass is always a conversation piece.
But, just othink how awesome your Mom would look wearing a flaming skull on a black background, touting the bar and shield, from someplace foreign or exotic. Priceless.
Right now as I am writing, I'm slurping black coffee from my  "I Heart Washington D.C." mug, go figure. I still drink coffee and still have all those damn mugs. But I am wearing my Bahamas Harley Davidson t-shirt.
Whatever your bliss, seek it out. Embrace it, and you too can proclaim, 'It's just another day in Paradise, Baby '.