Can I borrow your Harley please???
#11
If we were Brothers or even good friends you'd be welcome to any of mine. To the guy who said "real bikers" never go without a bike? Guess you don't know anything about "real bikers"... or my definitioin of "real bikers" is quiet a bit different than yours. The "real bikers" I know would give you the shirt off their back and ask for nothing in return.
Last edited by Blue SOG; 01-08-2009 at 11:23 AM.
#13
If we were Brothers or even good friends you'd be welcome to any of mine. To the guy who said "real bikers" never go without a bike? Guess you don't know anything about "real bikers"... or my definitioin of "real bikers" is quiet a bit different than yours. The "real bikers" I know would give you the shirt off their back and ask for nothing in return.
#17
True story, I have a riding bud who I have known since the 70s. He is a master painter, and actually taught me most of what I know about painting. He and I both had panhead choppers and went on many rides together. After my accident I was without a bike for a long time. Anyhow my wife and I went to a Halloween party as a biker couple from "The Wild Ones". As a lark I asked my bud if I could use his bike for the party. He tosses me the keys and tells me to just leave my Caddy. THe bike has always been a bear to start, but worth it once running.
Ends up raining the day of the party so I leave his scoot at my house and go to the party ( winning a trophy for best couple ). Next day I ride the scoot back to his house. Go to get in the Caddy and the keys are not under the carpet, no probs I will just shoot over to his work. I go through the start up ritual, turn on the key, kick it, and the carb bursts into flames. By the time I get the garden hose over the seat is gone, the paint on the tank is gone, and the wiring is toast! ! ! !
I walk over to his work, walk up to him, he takes one look at me and says, "Forgot to tell you the carb was leaking!" In all my life I have never felt like as much of a pile of crap as I did at that moment. I offered to pay for everything, which I did, and he says, don't sweat it, I was thinking about repainting it anyhow.
So while it is nice to know you have buds, I have never since asked to ride another persons Harley and there is only one person who I would ever give my keys to.
So still want to borrow a bike?
Ends up raining the day of the party so I leave his scoot at my house and go to the party ( winning a trophy for best couple ). Next day I ride the scoot back to his house. Go to get in the Caddy and the keys are not under the carpet, no probs I will just shoot over to his work. I go through the start up ritual, turn on the key, kick it, and the carb bursts into flames. By the time I get the garden hose over the seat is gone, the paint on the tank is gone, and the wiring is toast! ! ! !
I walk over to his work, walk up to him, he takes one look at me and says, "Forgot to tell you the carb was leaking!" In all my life I have never felt like as much of a pile of crap as I did at that moment. I offered to pay for everything, which I did, and he says, don't sweat it, I was thinking about repainting it anyhow.
So while it is nice to know you have buds, I have never since asked to ride another persons Harley and there is only one person who I would ever give my keys to.
So still want to borrow a bike?