"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

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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.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Good biker joke


Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed monitor of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose in to other people's business.

Several members did not approve of her extracurricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.

One day Mildred made a mistake.
She accused Frank, a biker, and a new member of the church of being an alcoholic after she saw his Harley parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon.

She emphatically told Frank and several others that everyone seeing his motorcycle parked in front of the bar during the daytime hours would know what he was doing.

Frank, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment shook his head, hopped on his bike and rode away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny... he said nothing.

Later that evening, Frank quietly pushed his Harley in front of Mildred's house... walked home.... and left it there all night.

You gotta love a biker!


Lady R (Di) said...

ROTFLMAO!!! Love, love, love it! I hope I can remember this when I need a good joke to share! Thanks for the laugh!

Mr. Motorcycle said...

Any time Lady R, Any time.

I'll try to keep em coming when I get a good one.

FLHX_Dave said...

LOL! That was a good laugh. I know a couple of Mildreds myself.

Mr. Motorcycle said...


We're surrounded by Mildreds.
It's the Mildreds of the world that don't understand, that what they think of bikers is exactly the opposite of the way we really are. Bikers in general are some of the nicest people you will ever run into.

Mr. Motorcycle said...


P.S., for some reason when I read this joke the first time, I pictured you as the biker.!!! L.O.L.!!!

B.B. said...

I thought that was funny, but then when I read the comment about you picturing Dave as the biker, it got even funnier. That is something he would do! LOL

Mr. Motorcycle said...


You gotta admit, he does look the part!