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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Hey, Happy 4th of July. We’re hanging out flags and celebrating Independence Day. We need to give thanks for all we have and had. We also need to keep the faith in this tenuous democracy, to do our part as citizens to steer this country in the correct direction. I wish we could quit
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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
Hey, What a day. We try to duck the phones on Thursdays, so we can focus on the news. This morning the plan went all to hell. We discussed a new biker TV program on a conference call, see below. I found out that our new Web guys re-launched Special Reports archives in the
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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.
This was a turkey. Time is an issue around the Bikernet Headquarters. We’re running out of the shit constantly. Budgets are also a consideration, but brotherhood, our readers, and this dinky chopper industry are the highest priorities. So, we faced the following factors. We needed a larger budget to get Brittney to peel out of
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Their hands bumped as each reached for the only copy of “Bugs andDaffy: The War Years.” He snatched his hand back and looked at his competitor.His eyes widened slightly as he found himself staring into sullen blue eyes inan ivory face. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “go ahead.” “No, that’s all right. I’ve seen it before.” “No,
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Click on any photo to enlarge it and scroll through as a slide show There are custom motorcycles, modified bikes, and restored masterpieces. Then there’s this tour de force built around a 1921 Ace four-cylinder engine. Originally, this power plant sublimated the Hollywood movie industry on a MGM sound stage. “They used it to create
The club was dark, crowded. The smoky air and press of bodies wasstifling. She felt a hand grope her crotch as she pushed her way through.She grabbed it without a thought, bending the fingers back until sheheard a yelp over the din of the music. Her eyes met the bloodshot, pain-filledeyes of her molester. “Oh
Hey, This has been quit a weekend, and Sunday is just kicking off. I installed modified late model points in the Doctor’s ’34 VL, and it runs like a champ. We discovered that the engine was filling with oil. We needed to drain the lower end more often. Friday Dr. Nuttboy came over and
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“There’s a table open,” she smiled at him over her shoulder, “I’ll gorack ’em if you want to get the beer.” He nodded agreement and pushed his way to the bar. He watched herwork her way through the crowd, up the two steps to the raised pool area and puther quarters in the table. He
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Click on any photo to enlarge it and scroll through as a slide show With 12 million vehicles crowding the highways and byways of L.A., any new garage space is a boon. Make that a boon-boom for bike fans thanks to the recent Grand Opening of the all new 18,000 sq. ft. Garage
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Day 5, Monday, August 9th. This morning Rick had to get his bars fixed at the Harley shop. Unfortunately, Harley shop in Cody only sold clothing and trinkets, no repair facilities. It was just a stroke of luck that the motel we stayed at was right next to the Cody Custom Bike Shop. There was
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All ofus guys have been there, you catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eye of abeautiful woman. Maybe it’s her red hair or blonde waves,maybe it’s her long shapely legs, maybe it’s her well defined breast or maybeit is her perfect contoured protruding ass. What starts as just a mere glance,overcomes you
For all my sisters who have known the terror and indignity of anassault, and there are far too many of us. The young woman walked slowly to the bar, took a napkin from theholder and held it to her abused lip. Pulling it away, she stared at the dirt and blood. Tears stung her eyes,
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What the hell was he thinking? Obviously he wasn’t. Becausehere he was, idling down a long, narrow, graveled road at ten o’clock atnight in the middle of nowhere. Shit, they didn’t even have streetlightsout here. He should have just stopped at the motel out on the highway,called her, thanked her for her kind offer and
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Sonny Barger with Darwin Holstrom
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It has been two years sinceI met Grace Mckean at the S&S 50th Biker Build Off party. Graceis the coolest 75-year-old biker grandma, who still rides the old Indian shebought 50 years ago. When I met her, she was in Wisconsin, riding acrosscountry alone, and we talked for a long time and she shared
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“Bastard,” she swore softly as she returned the phone to its cradle.”Jim, you dumb-fuck, butt-ugly, slacker bastard.” Nice time to back out on a ride, half-hour before they were to hit theroad. Fine. It was only 150 miles; she was going anyway. In reality, shepreferred to ride alone. Setting her own pace, taking the whole
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No one in the world is as passionate, talented,knowledgeable, and driven when it comes to Indian Motocycles, than KIWI MikeTomas. He’s a warrior when it comes to the competition between Indian andHarley-Davidson. He’s an Indian restoration expert, an engine manufacturer, amachinist, a welder, designer, you name it. Not only does he cherish everyelement of the
Some would say “the cock crows at dawn,” but for Zeek the Splooty, the cock had risen and had been rampantall night long. It was 5:00AM. The desert wind blew hot and dry into thedarkened interior of Boron’s Booty Bar. Zeke had blown in two nights ago. Dryas a nun’s twat, the desert air sucked
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