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
What He Didn’t Know Still Killed Him Read More »
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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I parked the all-black custom-built hardtail “80” kickstart Evowhere it was visible from the window and headed into the bar.Swaggering slightly, I pulled my leathers out of the crack of my ass -trying not to be obvious. I ordered a Coke. The bartender, a new guy, raised an eyebrow likeit should have been a Jack
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Harley-Davidson Drag Racing is 144 pages with 300 color pictures. This book is filled with crisp pictures of Harleys blasting off from the starting line. There are drag bikes with billowing clouds of smoke at the burnout pit and even a shot of an engine disintegrating. This would be a great book for fans of the All Harley Drag
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The Smoke-Out has always been my favorite event to attend and I always mark my calendar well in advance every year. The Smoke-Out is held at the Rockingham Drag Way in Rockingham N.C. This year Vicki and I headed down to Rockingham Friday afternoon. We pulled into the parking lot of our hotel just before
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Coffee. All she wanted was a good cup of coffee. Was that too muchto ask? Apparently so. All she had been able to find in this littleditchwater town was oily swill that wasn’t fit for human consumption. She made do with a Coke, she really needed the caffeine. She hadn’t slept for almost 36hours and
What a lousy day. It was one of those spring days when the snow is almostgone and everything you look at is in shades of gray. The weather fit my moodto a tee. The last thing I wanted to be doing was sitting in this truckhauling gravel and dealing with people who wanted their road
She hit the kill switch and, with the V-Twin engine silenced, could hear only the wind sizzling past her ears. She dropped the stand and leaned the Deuce into his resting position. Pocketing the key, she swung her long leg off the bike. She stood motionless for a moment, the wind and the ticking of
The wind on her face was soft and cool. The Fatboy beneath her wasquiet and smooth. She missed the reverberating snarl of her Sporty through theslant cut drag pipes and the vibration of the 1200 Evo engine. But she hadwillingly traded in the Sportster, as well as her meager life savings, to buyhim the Fatboy.
