if i see a bike stoped i'll pull of to help .as i'am sure we all do . but i do it for cars and trucks too . i pull in front of them to keep my bike from being hit .but the best part is the look on they faces now you all know i'have a small bike but to them hey it a biker stop to kick my butt . i pull my helmet off and ask can i help you . and they smile and say sure . sometime i have to use my tools or just chang a flat for a lady or some one up in years that needs some help . but after i stop to help it funny how many cars and trucks stop to see if there ok . the drive tells them no we are ok he is got it fixted for me some offer money but i never take it i figer some day i be there and need help . some times i ask being hrer long yes .i never would think a biker would stop . i just say hey i drive a car too . but we have a lot of help stop now they just look at be puzzed on till the cars and truck stop to see if the big bad crilped bike is robbing him or her . but i dont care just one time did a tropper stop he ask you need and thing if so call this no# for road help but i see you got it fixed i did have one ask me could i buy you beakfest up ahead i said ok he was happy to get help and found at odd a biker of all to stop after all the cars passed him by then they all were stoping to see if he was ok when they show a biker stop with him life is odd and you may find help in some one you never would think of
That's not me! My legs are much better than hers.
I do like the bike though.
This is ... (of course) ... yours truly ... Cro-Magna Man and my Magna. This is how my Magna appears today with all the existing upgrades and modifications. Of course ... the work is never really done ... so I expect there will be some changes before much longer! LOL!

These are three of about a hundred bikes in total ... (the middle one is my Magna prior to some of the customization on it) ... during the staging proceeding the participation in the Breast Cancer Awareness Poker Run sponsored by the local Tallahassee Chrome Divas. Notice that the "trike" parked next to my Magna is not a "trike" at all. It's set up with the Voyager Outrigger System that allows a normal bike to be converted to a "trike" in about five minutes. Using this system, one can haul a small trailer behind the bike, and when you get to where you're going, "poof!" five minutes later you can pull off the outrigger and have a normal bike again. The gentleman standing there had broken his back, and using the "trike" system, he was sill able to ride and be a part of the biker community. If you look closely, you can see that the rear end of the system consists of he regular bike rear wheel and two "outrigger" wheels ... so there's a total of four wheels on the road.

This is a very sweet custom motorcycle, yes? Actually, no. Some young ... scarred knuckled ... greasy fingered ... bike loving gentleman never worked on this bike ... or sweated out getting the exhausts tuned or getting the handle bars at "just the right angle" or anything. It came off an assembly line. Granted, it came off a high priced assembly line, but no true lover of cycles ever sweated blood and tears over this machine. A well to do man put in an order for it ... told the company what kind of motor he wanted, what kind of tires he wanted, what kind of wheels he wanted, what he wanted as far as a color scheme for a paint job and the whole ball of wax. Once the order was all written up, this sweet machine came off on an assembly line. "Custom made" without the "Custom".
Somehow, this all seems like cheating to me. Because some yo-yo has the big bucks, he can put in an order, ("do you want pies and fries with that sir?"), and "WHAM! BAM! PRESTO!" ... he's made into an instant "biker". He hauls this beautiful machine to the rally, (Panama City's "Thunder Beach" in this case), unloads it, and rides it "triumphantly into town" from his five star hotel room. After a weekend of bedding beautiful women and getting drunk at high priced bars, he rides it triumphantly back to the trailer, hauls it back home, and there it will sit in an air conditioned garage for the next bike rally six or seven month from now. The motor will never be fired up. It will never be loved. It's just a prized possession.
How do I know all this? Because I asked the owner when I stopped at a gas station to fill my tank and quench my parched throat from the long ride over.
Pathetic!
Give me my muchly used and lovingly customized Magna with 24,163.0 miles on it ANYDAY compared to this shining sparkling bike with barely 500 miles on it. I did ALL the work on my Magna and my Intruder myself ... every barfed knuckle, every scraped and cut finger, every tear of frustration on every rusted bolt was earned and appreciated. My bikes may not look as nice as this one ... but they are certainly loved more!
Sarah is supporting breast cancer research by riding her pink bike to breast cancer walks.
One hint: the bike has Cobra Dragster pipes