Well I guess its about that time,time to drop the oil out of Ole Yella and change it for winter,don"t want any moisture that may have gathered over the season in there to freeze this winter.Top her off with gas and put her to bed for the winter,kinda like hibernation I guess.Man this really bites,I hate having to put her away,I just wanna RIDE A LITTLE MORE.
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
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!
This pathetic looking thing is some cager's idea of a "perfect trike" for a biker. It's powered by a 2.3 Litre Ford motor plant with a 155 HP motor, comes equipped with a five speed automatic, 9.5 Gallon Fuel Tank, gets 40 MPG, has a heater and an AC, AM/FM Stereo system and even has CUP HOLDERS! WOW! Don't you want to spend your hard earned bucks on this "cool" looking trike? I've seen it not once, but twice at the Panama City's Thunder Beach biker rally. If you are truly interested in riding in something that looks like it could be designed by George Jetson, you can learn more at www.rtrikes.com
This little pup is all saddled up and ready for the ride on last Saturday's 2nd Annual Veterans Day Poker Run here in Tallahassee Florida. She's all decked out in leather vest, spiked collar, leather hoodie, sunglasses and all the other trappings of a biker dog. I don't think her name is "cookie" ... 

Tuesday May 19, 2009, a day that shall live in infamy. My beau Tex, purchased a 1994 Honda Shadow VLX 600. He had been mentioning to me for months about needing to get another motorcycle. I, never having been into the biker scene said, "no one needs a motorcycle." 

I had to apologize to him the next day for not showing the proper amount of enthusiasm when he called. Though to be fair it was 1:30 AM and I had been asleep for 2 hours already. Wednesday night I surprised him by meeting him outside the local Target, and he was still smiling. He gave me a ride around the parking lot and I have to say I liked it. I'm not sure what I was expecting; but it was a pleasurable experience that reminded me a little bit of the freedom I feel when skiing, added bonus: being close to my man. So there we sat, in the Waffle House, grinning at each other like fools because we had fallen in love with a motorcycle. I can honestly say I felt blissful even the next day, he could hear it in my voice on the phone twelve hours later. 
Just what is it about motorcycles that produces that blissed out feeling?
FWIW: Never tell your beau that his dimples make him look too cute to be a bad a## biker dude. LOL
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He'll be 2 on 11/24/09 and he climbed up there all by himself. Dusty was so proud of his little boy, his smile just about split his face in half.
I LIKE THIS REDHEAD!!!
Hello from France.
I was just going to bed and I looked at my inbox and my friend knows that I am a MOTOR BIKER decides to pi** me off with silly bike piccies.
If this guy had a motor bolted to that frame maybe that coming trip to the dentist would not be needed!
Keep the Grey coming long and slow