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Things my motorcycle has taught me.


[Thanks to Tigger for the email.]  

The only good view of a thunderstorm is in your rear view mirror.

People ask us why we ride a motorcycle. For those who have experienced the joy, no explanation is necessary; for those who have not, no explanation is possible.

I'd rather be riding my motorcycle and thinking about God, than sitting in church thinking about my motorcycle.

Four wheels move the body; two wheels move the soul.

Most motorcycle problems are caused by the nut that connects the handlebars to the saddle.

Life may begin at 40, but it doesn't get real interesting until about 80 mph!

You start the game of life with a full pot o' luck and an empty pot o' experience. The object is to fill the pot of experience before you empty the pot of luck.

If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.

Midnight bugs taste just as bad as noon time bugs.

Saddlebags can never hold everything you want, but they CAN hold everything you need.

Don't ride so late into the night that you sleep through the sunrise.

Sometimes it takes a whole tank full of gas before you can think straight.

Never hesitate to ride past the last street light at the edge of town.

Never do less than forty miles before breakfast.

A bike on the road is worth two in the shed.

Respect the person who has seen the dark side of motorcycling and lived, and still rides.

Young riders pick a destination and go. Old riders pick a direction and go.

A good mechanic will let you watch without charging you for it.

Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to stop for the night.

Always back your bike into the curb and sit where you can see it.

There are drunk riders and there are old riders, but there are not many old, drunk riders.

Ride to work. Work to ride.

Two-lane blacktop isn't a highway - it's an attitude.

When you look down the road, it seems to never end; but you better believe it does!

Winter is nature's way of telling you to test the electrics.

Keep your bike in good repair. Motorcycle boots are not all that comfortable for walking.

People are like motorcycles; each is customized a bit differently.

Sometimes, the best communication happens when you're on separate bikes.

When you're riding lead, don't spit.

A friend is someone who'll get out of bed at 2 a.m. to drive his pickup to the middle of nowhere to get you when you're broken down.

Catching a yellow jacket in your shirt @ 70 mph can double your vocabulary.

Catching a yellow jacket in your helmet will triple that special vocabulary.

There's something ugly about a NEW bike on a trailer.

Everyone crashes. Some get back on. Some don't.  Some can't.

If you can't get it going with bungee cords and duct tape, it's serious.

If you ride like there's no tomorrow, today will be a BLAST!

The best modifications cannot be seen from the outside.

Always replace the cheapest parts first.

You can forget what you do for a living when your knees are in the breeze.

Only a Biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.

Keep the paint up, and the rubber down!

There are two types of people in this world - people who ride -
and people who wish they did.

[Also posted to WomenonWheels]



( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 18th, 2010 09:17 pm (UTC)
Catching a yellow jacket in your shirt @ 70 mph can double your vocabulary.

Catching a yellow jacket in your helmet will triple that special vocabulary.

*shudders* That reminds me of the time I got a wasp caught in the air vent of my helmet... Frag, when I found out, I nearly through the helmet on the ground... I hate wasps.
May. 19th, 2010 02:23 am (UTC)
I am afraid of getting stung, just because it hurts. I have been lucky, no stings, but have been bitten by some kind of little bug on my forehead. Hurt like the pit. And then itched for the rest of the day. Stupid bug. That's why I prefer a fullface helmet.
And a junebug hitting your leg is no picnic either. Owie.
May. 23rd, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
from your brother
I caught a yellow jacket on the cheek at 60mph. That sucked and stung like hell even after I popped the abdomen out from under the my skin.

Also another thing learned: The worst day of riding is still better than the best day of work!!
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