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Why do I ride?

I ask myself why do I ride as I sit on my bike sometimes ........I think about the cagers , about those that did not come home, about the cost of the bike and the gear, I think about the cold and the rain. I think about some of the injury's that affect me now. Then I start my bike and I answer my own question. When she roars to life . The power of the bike, the open road, the smells around you, that sweet smile from a pretty girl, a thumbs up from a young boy, the sound of a v-twin working it's way up a mountain pass or down a country road, it's the "well your back ok " look that warms the soul reminding you your cared for when returning . It's working and customizing your ride to be you then going 80 to see if it works. Riding a motorcycle is like poking a stick at something dangerous.

1: That oil spot on the garage is just the bikes way of "marking it's territory"

2: You have ever started a barbecue with a welding torch

3: All of  your children have a bike manufacturer's name as part of their name

4: You own more bike related t-shirts than underwear

5: Any day you can ride is a good day

6: You come home and curse the"cages"

7: You  chant V room, V room" to go to sleep

8: People have nearly died of starvation looking at all your bike/run pictures

9: Every picture you take has you/your bike/women in it

10: You stare longer at the pictures of the bikes in Easy riders than the naked women

11: You save your dirty oil from the bike to put in the truck, cause "hey! it's just a truck"

12: The other vehicle is a truck

13: You can drink more beer than a platoon of Marines, then really start to party

14: You don't go a day without wearing something that says Honda, Harley or Kawasaki, etc

15: Your wedding picture is you on the bike "who? oh yea the bride"

16: If the weather is too bad for riding you start the bike and sit on it in the garage

17: Then first thing you said after you got hit by that car was "Where is my beer?"

18: You get hit by a car, break Your leg in three places, then tell the nice police officer, "I'm fine I can ride home"

19: You think some motorcycle manufacturers should stick to making cars or housewares

20: It's not a really good party unless someone rides their bike into the bar and does donuts

21: It's not a proper bar unless you can bring your bike in

22: You dream of owning a Motorcycle dealership

23: You dream of owning a Custom Motorcycle shop/machine shop

24: You have ever been too drunk to fish, but not ride

25: Your 3-piece suit is Chaps, leather vest, leather jacket

26: You have a refrigerator in the garage just for beer

27: Your garage has more square footage than the house

28: The bird can repeat "This is the Police!" with uncanny accuracy

29: You have every episode of "Renegade" on tape

30: Your ole lady brags about the hickey she put on .....

31: You think bike oil is a sex aide

32: If you wake up next to your ole lady, you're first thought is of her. your second thought is, 'Damn, I wonder if that bike's gonna start.'

33: Every time you hear a vehicle with headers you look for a Motorcycle

34: When you plan a vacation you set up time to visit the Motorcycle  shops first

35: High fashion is black and Leather

36: The bike ramp is a permanent part of your yard

37: The kids learned to ride on the back before they could walk

38: Jehovah's Witnesses won't talk to you

39: You have all the tools to work on every bike ever made, but not any to work on the car

40: It's impossible to see out of the trucks rear view window because of all the  stickers

41: You shot someone because he "dissed" your bike

42: You think your bike really is an extension of your man hood

43: You won't go out with a girl unless she can ride

44: Your house has a kickstand

45: You refer to your bike as if it had a legal first name

46: When you come back from the bike store with a pile of new parts, they are in the front seat and the ole lady is in the truck bed.

47: You have a heater in your garage so you can work on your bike(s) when it's cold

48: You have a little piece of your bike that you take with you wherever you go

49: You have more pictures of your bike(s) than your children .

50: When people ask what you want for Christmas you take them to the Dealership and point to the new  Bike you have been drooling on And you say, "VRrrrr, Vrrrrr, VrooOOOOOooM!!"

51: Your Dad surprisingly shows up where you and your boyfriend are, on his Bike, he's packing heat

52: If all the links on your web page are bike oriented

53: If your workbench collapses from the weight of all the spare parts

54: You live in the garage with the bike(s)

55: You've ever taken a nap on the shoulder of the road cause you were too drunk to ride

56: You think everyone Else's bike is just a bike

57: Every magazine you subscribe to has the word "Biker" on it somewhere

58: If your coffee table collapses under the weight of all the Motorcycle magazines on it

59: If your front porch collapses and ruins more than 3 spare parts you were saving for your next "rebuild"

60: If you ever woke up with a new tattoo and you have no idea how it got there

61: If Your entire house is decorated in a motorcycle motif

62: IF you have ever thrown a party and more bikes than cars show up

63: You own more than one Motorcycle

64: You keep your bike in the house in lieu of a garage

65: You have to make/widen a door to get your bike in the house

66: Everything you buy you think about what you could of bought for your bike

67: If any piece of your furniture is a bike part

68: You think Stocks and Bonds are just kinky

69: They celebrate your birthday at the Dealership

70: You have "Ammo" on your Christmas list

71: Your ole lady has ever said "Come move this engine so I can take a bath!"

72: You think 'Helmet Hair' is a fashion statement

73: Your mother has been involved in a fist fight at a high school sports event

74: Your Dad encourages you to go to the Motorcycle Mechanic's Institute instead of college

75: You clean your nails with a pocket knife

76: Your dog and your wallet are both on chains

77: You fainted when you met Willy G.

78: You have lost at least one tooth opening a beer bottle

79: Jack Daniel’s makes your list of "most admired people"

80: You need one more hole punched in your card to get a freebie at the House of Tattoo

81: Your kid takes the old Bike chain to show-and-tell

82: You've spent more on your motorcycle than your education

83: Your best ashtray is an old piston from the last "rebuild"

84: You've ever been arrested for where you got your girlfriend roses

85: You have ever had to stop an oil leak in your primary with gum and a band-aid

86: You think that the factory where your bike was built should be one of the 7-wonders of the world

87: You think the perfect wedding dress is leather

88: You have ever slept next to your bike on the side of the road rather than pay for a motel room

89: You have ever brought your bike into the motel room

90: If you try to declare your bike a dependent on your income taxes

91: When she says "It's the bike or me!!" you have to think about it really hard

92: If you've ever said the words, "My bike doesn't leak, it marks it's territory

93: If you spend more time polishing' your scoot than caressing' your woman

94: If you've ever used your down tubes as a stash box

95: If you have four broken down cars in the yard and a working bike in the garage

96: If you have more locks on your bike than you do the house

97: If your wife makes you leave your checkbook and credit cards before you can go to the bike show

 This song is about a woman who worked  for and was a friend of Alen Jackson. She died in a motorcycle accident........

Why did she have to go
So young I just don't know why
Things happen half the time
Without reason without rhyme
Lovely, sweet young woman
Daughter, wife and mother
Makes no sense to me
I just have to believe

She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels
By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees
And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting
And I know she's smiling saying
Don't worry 'bout me

Loved ones she left behind
Just trying to survive
And understand the why
Feeling so lost inside
Anger shot straight at God
Then asking for His love
Empty with disbelief
Just hoping that maybe

She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels
By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees
And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting
And I know she's smiling saying
Don't worry 'bout me

It's hard to say goodbye
Her picture in my mind
They'll always be of times I'll cherish
And I won't cry 'cause

She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels
By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees
And she walks with jesus and her loved ones waiting
And I know she's smiling saying
Don't worry 'bout me
Don't worry 'bout me
Don't worry 'bout me

10. New Aerostitch suit too stiff to raise arm.
9. Removing a hand from the bars is considered “bad form”.
8. Your bike isn’t weird enough looking to justify acknowledgement.
7. Too sore from an 800-mile day ride on a stock “comfort” seat.
6. Too busy programming the GPS, monitoring radar, listening to Ipod, XM, or talking on the cell phone.
5. He’s an Iron Butt rider and you’re not!
4. Wires from Gerbings are too short.
3. You’re not riding the “right kind” of BMW.
2. You haven’t been properly introduced.
1. Afraid it will be misinterpreted as a friendly gesture.

10. They have not been riding long enough to know they’re supposed to.
9. They’re going too fast to have enough time to register the movement and respond.
8. You weren’t wearing bright enough gear.
7. If they stick their arm out going that fast, they’ll rip it out of the socket.
6. They’re too occupied with trying to get rid of chicken strips.
5. They look way too cool with both hands on the bars or they don’t want to unbalance themselves while standing on
the tank.
4. Their skin tight-kevlar-ballistic-nylon-kangaroo-leather suits prevent any position other than fetal.
3. Raising an arm allows bugs into the armholes of their tank tops.
2. It’s too hard to do one-handed stoppies.
1. They were too busy slipping their flip-flops back on.

10. Wasn’t sure whether other riders was waving or making an obscene gesture.
9. Afraid might get frostbite if hand is removed from heated grip.
8. Has arthritis and the past 400 miles have made it difficult to raise arm.
7. Reflection from etched windshield momentarily blinded him.
6. The espresso machine just finished.
5. Was actually asleep when other rider waved.
4. Was in a three-way conference call with stockbroker and accessories dealer.
3. Was distracted by odd shaped blip on radar screen.
2. Was simultaneously adjusting the air suspension, seat height, programmable CD player, seat temperature, and
satellite navigation system.
1. Couldn’t find the “auto wave back” button on dashboard.

10. Afraid it will invalidate warranty.
9. Leather and studs make it too heavy to raise arm.
8. Refuse to wave to anyone whose bike is already paid for.
7. Afraid to let go of handlebars because they might vibrate off.
6. Rushing wind would blow scabs off the new tattoos.
5. Angry because just took out second mortgage to pay luxury tax on new Harley.
4. Just discovered that fine print in owner’s manual and realized that H-D is partially owned by Honda.
3. Can’t tell if other riders are waving or just reaching to cover their ears like everyone else.
2. Remembers the last time a Harley rider waved back, he impaled his hand on helmet spike.
1. They’re too tired from spending hours polishing all that chrome to lift their arms.

Arthur Davidson Co-Founder of Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation, died and was in Heaven .

At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "since you've been such a good man and your
motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can
hang out with anyone you want in heaven."

Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to
hang out with God."

So Arthur asked God " Hey, aren't you the creator of woman?"

God said, "Ah, yes."

"Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some
major design flaws in your invention:

1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion.

2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.

3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much.

4. The intake is placed way to close to the exhaust.

5. The maintenance costs are outrageous."

"Hmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God,
"hold on." so God went to his celestial super computer, typed in
a few words, and waited for the results.

The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.

"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,"

God tells Arthur,
"but according to these numbers, more men are riding my creation than yours".

The Harley-Davidson Motor Company (NYSE: HOG) is an American manufacturer of motorcycles based in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, United States. It is one of the two remaining American mass-producers of motorcycles (along with Victory). The company emphasizes heavy bikes designed for cruising and known for their distinctive exhaust tone.

Harley-Davidson motorcycles (popularly known as "Harleys") are distinctive in both design and sound. Harley-Davidson motorcycles attract a loyal following (in marketing terms, the owners form a brand community). A recent study[1] suggests that Harley-Davidsons with removed mufflers are becoming an increasing point of ire in American suburbs, due to their loudness.

The Motor Company supplies many domestic police forces with their motorcycle fleets. Harleys are especially noted for the tradition of heavy customization that gave rise to the chopper-style of motorcycle. It also licenses its logo, which is a profitable side business ($41 million of revenue in 2004, or almost 5% of net income).

Since 1998 Harley-Davidson has also owned Buell Motorcycle Company.

The company considers 1903 to be its year of founding, though the Harley-Davidson enterprise could be considered to have started in 1901 when William S. Harley, age 21, drew up plans for a small engine that displaced 7.07 cubic inches (116 cc) and had four-inch flywheels. The engine was designed for use in a regular pedal-bicycle frame.

Over the next two years Harley and his boyhood friend Arthur Davidson labored on their motor-bicycle using the northside machine shop of their friend Henry Melk. It was finished in 1903 with the help of Arthur's brother, Walter Davidson. Upon completion the boys found their power-cycle unable to conquer Milwaukee's modest hills without pedal assistance. Will Harley and the Davidsons quickly wrote off their first motor-bicycle as a valuable learning experiment.

Work was immediately begun on a new and improved machine. This first "real" Harley-Davidson motorcycle had a bigger engine of 24.74 cubic inches (405 cc) with 9-3/4 inch flywheels weighing 28 pounds. The machine's advanced loop-frame was similar to the 1903 Milwaukee Merkel motorcycle. They also got help with their new engine from outboard motor pioneer Ole Evinrude. Elder brother William A. Davidson also lent a hand.

The prototype of the new improved loop-frame model was assembled in a 10 by 15 foot (3 by 5 meter) shed in the Davidson family backyard. The machine was functional by 8 September 1904 when it was entered in a Milwaukee motorcycle race, the first known appearance of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

In January 1905 small advertisements were placed in the "Automobile and Cycle Trade Journal" that offered bare Harley-Davidson engines to the do-it-yourself trade. By April, complete motorcycles were in production on a very limited basis. In 1905 no more than a dozen machines were built in the backyard shed. (Some years later the original shed was taken to the Juneau Avenue factory where it would stand for many decades as a tribute to the Motor Company's humble origins. Unfortunately, the first shed was accidentally destroyed by contractors in the early 1970s during a clean-up of the factory yard.)

In 1906 Harley and the Davidsons built their first factory on Chestnut Street (later Juneau Avenue). This location remains the Motor Company's corporate headquarters today. The first Juneau Avenue plant was a modest 40 by 60 foot single-story wooden structure. That year around 50 motorcycles were produced.


1907 model.In 1907 William S. Harley graduated from the University of Wisconsin-Madison with a degree in mechanical engineering. That year additional factory expansion came with a second floor and later with facings and additions of Milwaukee pale yellow ("cream") brick. With the new facilities production increased to 150 motorcycles in 1907. That September a milestone was reached when the fledgling company was officially incorporated. They also began selling their motorcycles to police departments around this time, a tradition that continues today.

Production in 1905 and 1906 were all single-cylinder models with 26.84 cubic inch (440 cc) engines but as early as February of 1907 a prototype model with a 45-degree V-Twin engine was displayed at the Chicago Automobile Show. Although shown and advertised, very few dual cylinder V-Twin models were built between 1907 and 1910. These first V-Twins displaced 53.68 cubic inches (880 cc) and produced about 7 horsepower (5 kW). This gave about double the hill-climbing power of the first singles. Top speed was about 60 mph (97 km/h). Production jumped from 450 motorcycles in 1908 to 1,149 machines in 1909.

The success of Harley-Davidson (along with Indian's success) had attracted many imitators. By 1911 some 150 makes of motorcycles had already been built in the United States -- although just a handful would survive the 1910s.

In 1911 an improved V-Twin model with mechanically operated intake valves was introduced. (Earlier V-Twins had used "automatic" intake valves that opened by engine vacuum). Displacing 49.48 cubic inches (810 cc), the 1911 V-Twin was actually smaller than earlier twins, but gave better performance. After 1913 the majority of bikes produced by Harley-Davidson would be V-Twin models.

By 1913 the yellow brick factory had been demolished and on the site a new 5-story structure of reinforced concrete and red brick had been built. Begun in 1910, the red brick factory with its many additions would take up two blocks along Juneau Avenue and around the corner on 38th Street. Despite the competition, Harley-Davidson was already pulling ahead of Indian and would dominate motorcycle racing after 1914. Production that year swelled to 16,284 machines.

A BIKERS STORY

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by. But, you didn't see me, driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you, stare at my long hair. But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me, cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me, pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.


I saw you, race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But, you didn't see me, leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you, go home to your family. But, you didn't see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.
But, you didn't see me.


THIS IS NOT MY WORK BUT A COPY OF A REPOST. I HOPE THIS GETS THE MESSGE OUT ABOUT BIKERS AND THEIR JOURNEY

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