In loving memory of Woofer: 11/22/50 – 3/13/03I don’t know what time it is, and I carefully avoid letting my eyes wander to the glowing numerals on the bedside clock. I should be asleep. I have to be at work in a couple of hours. Whatever woke me is silent now, and I hear your […]
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Dawn was upon us, stars were winking out and the moon had given up trying to outshine the morning sun. Charon moved to the side, letting Larry and I pass; as we rode by he gave us a small salute, “Remember to stay on the Ridge Route, no alternate routes, Ma’s orders.” Beyond the
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The lamp rested on a glass shelf amid delicate porcelain figurines, Capodimonte roses, and glimmering gold sorcerers and dragons. Although the other, flashier items were arranged in the forefront to attract the most attention, it was the little golden lamp that drew his eyes like iron filings to a magnet. Surrounded by more glamorous and
We’re riding on a narrow, twisting mountain road. Themorning sun is warm on our faces, and your body ispressed tightly against my back. I can feel your fullbreasts against me, your nipples hard from the coolmorning air. Your hair flows out from under yourhelmet in our slipstream like molten honey. The road narrows, forcing me
The ponds are shrouded in inky blackness as I make myway slowly down the levies between them. I know youhear me coming, the staccato rumble of the Harley’sengine echoes out across the calm surface of thewater, and my headlight carves an erratic path throughthe darkness as I search for you. I know you workedlate; your
The story of this bike begins at the AMD European Championship 2007 in Mainz. It was here that I met Peder Johansson of Hogtech once again. Peder is one of the top Swedish Chopper/frame builders with 25 years of experience in the business. I respect him especially for his versatility and craftsmanship, as next to
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“Dago” Red sat on the bottom bunk and watched a roachscurry across the toes of his county issued slippers.He had sat, elbows on knees, his chin resting in hispalms for the last two hours waiting for his attorneyto show up. The arrogant bastard. Red reached outsuddenly, squashing the roach with the sole of hisright foot,
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Kingman, AZ – In order to make an extended stop inKingman, AZ you don’t have to attend, as I did a couple of months ago, theLaughlin River Run on the Nevada side of the Colorado river. But it helps.Firstly, one is normally traveling through Kingman and not to Kingman. Beyond “King” – a town thatloudly
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What a day, actually, what a week! Here’s a pic to start things off with a BANG! A fire in the pits is always a serious matter…..and I tie into this one, later. The young 13 yr old lad Nick Bowie (in front of the cooler, his dad Doug is the bald guy) was running
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The staccato rumble of Tucker’s Harley brought Elowyn to her feet. Her hands trembled, her long, slim fingers clenched so tightly that half moons ofblood appeared on her palms where her nails gouged them. She knew from theway he sped into the dirt driveway, sliding to a stop in front of theirbattered trailer, that he
What could be better, than to ride to an event and have the gods of the industry make the mods to your machine right before you very eyes. The crew at Baker came up with the plan, to start installing American Make Baker components at major events all over the country. It’s not a completely
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I don?t have to ask if you understand women, ?cause if you do, you?re inserious shit up to yer neck already. At one time or another, all of uscard-carryin? male chauvinist pigs has asked himself, ?Why the fuck did shedo that?? Being the kind, considerate mate that my ol? lady swears I?m not(the lyin? skunk),
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The roar of the explosion rocked the Rat Hole Bar and Grill, shaking thewalls and a fine mist of accumulated dust loose from the ceiling,along with a pair of Lizard Lips Louise’s panties that had stuck to the roofseveral months ago. Tanker cursed, wiping off the remains of his pickled pig’s foot that had slipped
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Bandit, Hope you have some time to read all of this, I think you may find it interesting and a bit ironic, or the phrase a small world may come to mind. In any case, I wanted to share some of my reasons for loving bikes and now building them, or at least how it
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I ride a lot at night and many times on roads that are not well lighted. Through the years, I have tried numerous lighting improvements, many of which I first became aware of through their use on other vehicles such as cars and trucks. In April of 2012 I installed a 7-inch LED headlight made
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Wind, rain, cold, heat.I feel them as living, breathing entities.To know that all around me is alive,To know that I am alive. The bike between my thighs,The road beneath my wheels.The vibrations of the living world trembling through my body,Telling me I am alive. The sting of rain on my cheeks,Searing heat rising from the
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Dominick was now a lean 180 pounds of mostly muscle; could bench-press two hundred and fifty pounds and run several miles with ease. He was tanned and tattooed and his dark hair and beard were both cut short. Even his bike was leaner and more powerful than when it first rolled into Monk’s shop. This
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Standing at the bar facing the angry bikers, Dominick felt someone grab his ponytail, jerking him off his feet backwards -and then the lights went out. He came to laying in the parking lot next to a trash dumpster, blood in his mouth and with a stream of liquid pouring in his face. Urine? No,
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The light came from behind as she walked through the bedroom door, but he could still make out that she was all but naked. Long legs, a flat stomach and platinum blond hair. She was way out of his league, but he didn’t care, she was here with him and that was the main thing.
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Charlie’s Place is one of those old-bar-and-grills you see in antiquated black and white movies. It’s a place where you can get any drink you want as long as it’s a shot, a beer, or a shot and a beer. Charlie’s Place won the war against the changes, time and the outside world, rammed down
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Click on the photos to view them full size, (video also available at the end of the story). After monthsof preparation I was at the starting line for what I believed to be thegreatest race in the history of motorcycling. The Hoka Hey Motorcycle Challengewas boasted to be a seven-thousand-mile trip across the USA,
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This is the letter I wrote to the Fresno Bee. Weall need to get involved in the fight against Senator Pavley’s “loud pipes”bill before it becomes law! Most people drive cars, but I choose to ride amotorcycle. My name will mean nothing to them. The problem is that my life alsomeans nothing to
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Okay, it’s the first of a drizzling July, and we’re flying at Bonneville like mad dogs. Plans for the Sturgis run were scrapped. We pondered our first Too Broke for Sturgis Run to Salome, Arizona, but our ’53 Lincoln road test to the desert was delayed one too many times. We mailed out the press
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