can you be a biker if you have gone away from bikes and come back again???
I'm just a "me"
what does it matter?
can you be a biker if you have gone away from bikes and come back again???
If you own a "Motorcycle" I would imagine you are a motorcyclist!
I enjoyed 7,000 miles as a Motorcyclist last year!!!!p0pc0rn41
Its a bit sad when you have to ressurect 3.5 year old threads to find someone to talk to
"biker" tends to be the phrase used by my mates. Motorcyclist is a gobful, I'm a guy who happens, on occasion, to ride a bike, I'm sometimes referred to as a biker by the wider circle of non bikers. I'm not into the whole brevity thing, but one thing that does genuinely piss me off and has for years is when people who are not bikers [& my old man is a classic example of this example] will hold a conversation on the bike subject with you, whilst nodding occasionally and then they'll say at the end of this "well of course my mate (add twats name here) has a proper big bike, its a Harley I think ........ ", as if to say "well I don't accept that you could possibly have a proper bike as my idea of a proper bike is something I once saw in 1962 .... ". You then find out that this so called "proper biker" has in fact got an 1100 Virago import on the K plate, covered in rust with a fucking plastic tool roll & screaming eagle look-a-likee pipes......... very Wild Hogs ......... that, I admit, jacks me off ........ I find myself defending my honour by citing silly speeds and tales of stupidity to give the scene some point of refernce, I shouldn't have to, but I'm not having some scabby Virago or CD200 Benly rider who I've never met outpoint me on principle !
as otherwise I would know what back patch and side patches were :-0)
Good. I own 3 bikes. :-0)
Thats cos your on reps money :-0)
the film wild hogs IMHO sums it up nicely.
weird, I typed a reference to Wild Hogs & sad, then I deleted it before posting, but all the way through it I was thinking John Travolta and that other guy. There are a number of films I have seen that I have given up on after 30 minutes, this was one of them. I was actually lent acopy of the movie a few years ago and just didn't bother, I knew it would be that bad, sure enough it was ...........
I have a "Wild Hogs" mate who I was at school with. He pops in and out of the loop every 5 years or so, by some bizarre coincidence & unlucky trick of fate I've moved into the same bloody village his elderly mother lives in, so he's back in touch (oh joy). He and his brother live "in town" so they both keep their bikes at their mums :wank:, they drive out to the village (25 miles) on a Sunday (so long as it's nice and warm) and take out their matching (right down to custom pain job) Krapasaki Harley look-a-likes ....... like a pair of bad asses, bandanas, mirror shades, bald heads, cue Muddy Waters blues soundtrack <sigh> Anthony & Clive, the ultimate Lincolnshire bad boys, people must simply shit themselves** at the ice cream place at Willingham Woods of a Sunday .......
** laughing, & certainly not with fear
If it makes them smile then that ain't a bad thing