Sometimes you ride the hog...
Even more avidly than usual, lately I've been on the lookout for food trucks in the far reaches of the five boroughs. One Saturday afternoon in the Bronx, I spotted the pink skin of a porker, glistening in the sunlight, from several blocks away. Closing in, I snapped this photo, but didn't see word one about chow; crossing to the sidewalk, I found the backside equally blank.
A half-dozen men were camped out in the shade, and one pointed out the van's owner; he wore a pullover with Harley-Davidson insignia. Hence, hog — long the nickname for a large motorcycle, more recently the acronym for the Harley Owners Group and even, as of 2006, the company's NYSE ticker symbol.
But hog lovers, little surprise, love all sorts of hogs; the fellow told me that he and his buddies are planning a streetside roast toward the end of the year. Even from a distance, it'll be hard to miss.
Harley lover's (removable) roof ornament
Longwood, Bronx




























