"I pulled you over for Speeding. Do you have any idea how fast you were going?"

Regardless of what you ride, even if you don't ride at all, EVERYONE is welcome here.

Mr. Motorcycle

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I live at 1 Frozen place in, Minnesota, United States
My real name is Mark. For many years now my wife has called me Mr. Motorcycle. When I started my Blog I was looking for a catchy blog name, so I went with it. I'm happily married and I'm also a father of 6 children. I have two human offspring, one dog, two cats and one custom Harley. I believe that makes 6 children. When I'm not doing my real full time job, or going for a ride, I like to do art, custom paint jobs, and of course BLOG. If you would like to contact me, my e-mail address is phonetically spelled for avoiding spammers. (I actually do use the number 1 in the beginning.) 1mrmotorcycleATgmailDOTcom

*****This is my Bliss*****

*****This is my Bliss*****
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The photo above is my ride :
"Kenny" started life as a stock '97, 883 Sportster. It's been a work in progress since the day I bought it many years ago. Its mostly custom with a built, "slightly juiced up" 1200 motor.
The Metal Fabrication, bodywork and custom paint was done by me.

How the Hell did I come up with a name like Kenny for my bike you ask?...... Most people who name their rides, go with chick names. I of course had to be different. I think bikes look tough, cool and masculine; not feminine. Plus, my father "Ken" has helped make me who I am today. Therefore with a little twist on the name, my bike was named "Kenny".


Come check out my custom paint! Click on the logo above to go to my custom paint blog.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Free Smells ... Ooh Yeah

As much as I like motorcycles, and the motorcycle lifestyle, I like motorcycle shops.

Why you ask?

Because there is only one kind of person you will ever likely run into at a motorcycle shop of any kind.......another biker, or person with similar interests, or obsessions if you will.

It's like hanging out at a bar. My wife actually refers to a local bike shop I hang out at as "The Bar".

I think She is O.K. with me going there 'Cause it keeps me out of the real bars "for the most part".

I labeled this post free smells, because it reminds me of a hoagie restaraunt nearby called Jimmy John's . This is where they advertise that they deliver subs so fast you'll freak.

Anyway, they have a sign on the front door that says "Free smells".

I chuckle inside a bit when I see the sign, because I'm always tempted to walk in some day through the front door and take a REALLY big sniff. When they ask me if they can help me, I want to say, no thanks, I just came in for a free smell.

(LOL). I crack myself up sometimes. Just ask my wife an kids. They find it funny that I make myself laugh.

This brings me back to the bike shop. I many times have no reason to go there except for my free smells. In other words, not to purchase anything, but just to talk smart, and hang around with the guys in the shop, drink a beer or two and shoot the sh*t if you know what I mean.

Where do you get your free smells?

Mr. Motorcycle


"Joker" said...

As tempting as it is to weigh in on this one, I'm going to leave it alone.

Let's just say I get my fair share, and cherish the moment!

Mr. Motorcycle said...

Oh boy Joker, Now the curiosity is up!

Better send me an e-mail!

Mr. Motorcycle

"Joker" said...

LOL! Sorry, the Joker never "smells and tells!"