I recently fell in love.

With a wall clock

Yes. A Harley-Davidson wall clock.

Which, on paper, sounds like something your uncle buys during a midlife crisis. And you know what? Maybe he will. But I’m not here to judge — mostly because I’m too busy making sure this clock is perfectly centered above my workbench-slash-sanctuary.

Now, if you’ve never fallen head over heels for an inanimate object with battery-powered guts and more attitude than a bar fight in Tucson… buckle up.

Because this thing? It doesn’t just tell time. It taunts it — like a boxer daring the next round to hit harder.

“There are clocks that blend in. This one shows up late, steals your fries, and still makes you want to be more like it.”

Not a Timepiece — A Personality

Technically, it’s called the Harley-Davidson Genuine Original Wall Clock. (Yes, there are a few designs — this just happens to be the one I’d let babysit my dog.)

But that’s like calling James Dean “a guy who drove.”

This thing doesn’t measure time so much as declare it.

It’s got bold orange and cream on the face — colors that scream “classic” without trying too hard.

A serif font so heavy it could spot you at the gym and then lecture you about engine power.

And that beautiful, beautiful tick… a sound that doesn’t politely say “it's 3 o'clock” — no, it growls, “You’ve wasted three perfectly good hours doing emails when you could’ve been rebuilding your soul.”

There are clocks that blend in.

This one shows up late, steals your fries, and still makes you want to be more like it.

“This is more than a decor. It’s identity.”

Garage Optional, Swagger Required

Now, naturally, this beast feels right at home in a garage.

But not one of those sterile, epoxy-floored garages that double as CrossFit temples.

No — this clock belongs in a garage that smells like gasoline, regret, and ambition. The kind of place where tools live free-range and the only organizational system is “vibes and very strong opinions.”

There’s probably a busted coffee maker in the corner.

A cooler that’s seen more beer disappear than a Friday night happy hour.

A stereo that only works if you hit it just right.

But here’s the plot twist: this clock doesn’t need a garage.

It’ll work anywhere.

Hang it in your kitchen? You’ve got a diner now.

Living room? Welcome to your new roadside bar aesthetic.

Home office? Perfect. Now every Zoom meeting comes with a reminder that you could’ve been out riding.

It doesn’t transform the room — it dares the room to keep up.

This is more than a decor. It’s identity.

And that’s why I love the hell out of this wall clock. It’s rough around the edges. Still standing. Still loud. Still my type of wall clock.