Saturday, May 14, 2011
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Some great motorcycle sayings.
Some we already know, some, maybe not.
Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul.
Life may begin at 30, but it doesn't get real interesting until about 70 mph.
You start the game of life with a full pot of luck and an empty pot of experience. The object is to fill the pot of experience before you empty the pot of luck.
If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.
Saddlebags can never hold everything you want, but they CAN hold everything you need.
The only good view of a thunderstorm is in your rear view mirror.
Don't ride so late into the night that you sleep through the sunrise.
Sometimes it takes a whole tank of fuel before you can think straight.
Never hesitate to ride past the last street light at the edge of town.
Never do less than forty miles before breakfast.
One bike on the road is worth two in the garage.
Young riders pick a destination and go. Old riders pick a direction and go.
Whatever it is, it's better to do it in the wind.
Two-lane blacktop isn't a highway, it's an attitude.
People are like motorcycles; each is customized a bit differently.
The best alarm clock is sunshine on chrome.
A friend is someone who'll get out of bed at 2 am to drive his pickup to the middle of nowhere to get you when you're broken down.
Catching a yellow jacket in your shirt at 70 mph can double your vocabulary.
If you want to get somewhere before sundown, you can't stop at every tavern.
There's something ugly about a NEW bike on a trailer.
A long ride can clear your mind, restore your faith and use up a lot of fuel.
If you can't get it going with bungee cords, wire and electrician's tape, it's serious.
Never try to race an old geezer, he may have one more gear than you.
Bikes parked out front mean good chicken-fried steak inside.
You can forget what you do for a living when your knees are in the breeze.
Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out the car window.
There are two types of people in this world;
9 comments:
I don't think those are sparks from the bike...more like electric tears.
Not to disrespect, but how the hell did she get on that thing?
OH MY!
A whole new meaning for Honey Bunches of Oats.
Okay. Where's the wise guy who snapped that pic of me?
I specifically told ya to capture me from the RIGHT! It's my better side ;-)
That is quite a BOB he's got there,
Maybe a BBOB. Big Babe On Back!
I'm pretty sure sport bikes were not designed to handle hog hauling!!
It's all good...that guys is going to be ok if he gets rear ended. I know, I know...I can be an ass at times.
gives new meaning to "sparks in the relationship"... that poor bike!
Actually, those are just the sparks from the rocket-booster he had to install to get that oversize load moving!
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