What is your best story of picking up girls on your bike
#191
I spent much of my life down south. There's a saying for pretty much everything. Some of it doesn't make a lot of sense, but picture a mud fence. It's ugly. Like the southbound end of a northbound horse.
Last edited by nevada72; 01-06-2014 at 06:35 PM.
#193
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I remember a saying regarding a homely girl with serious buck teeth.
"She could eat corn through a picket fence with her mouth closed."
"She could eat corn through a picket fence with her mouth closed."
#195
OK, here's a slightly different twist. My sister-in-law is cute (not nearly as pretty as my wife) and loves Harleys. The downside is she's a spoiled, bitchy, needy person; like fingernails on a chalkboard. Last summer she and a friend were determined to go to a local bar's bike night and get someone to give them a ride. They even brought their own helmets and jackets.
I'm sure some guy's first impression that night was "COOL!" But I couldn't help but think as she left for the bar, " Some poor bastard is never gonna see this ****-storm coming".
I guess for a night she'd make you happy, but I've been listening to her crap for 28 years.
I'm sure some guy's first impression that night was "COOL!" But I couldn't help but think as she left for the bar, " Some poor bastard is never gonna see this ****-storm coming".
I guess for a night she'd make you happy, but I've been listening to her crap for 28 years.
#196
A couple years ago I had stopped for gas in a tiny community in a remote California foothill when this pretty girl came walking down the street, heading toward the general store next to the gas station. She had the fullest and highest breasts it seemed possible for a girl to have and seemed to be around 16 or 17. Seeing that I could hardly take my eyes off her, she kept glancing my way and smiling flirtatiously, even over her shoulder.
I was dumbfounded, speechless, desperately trying to think of something to say, any idea at all that might prevent her from walking on and disappearing from sight, forever; thinking what could I say? where could we go? what could we do?
Then she walked out of sight and I never saw her again.
I was dumbfounded, speechless, desperately trying to think of something to say, any idea at all that might prevent her from walking on and disappearing from sight, forever; thinking what could I say? where could we go? what could we do?
Then she walked out of sight and I never saw her again.
16 gets you 20................................................ .................................................. .................... yrs
#198
The one that haunts me is that one the wife and I were setting at a burger stand eating and a gal walk up to me and said I won't a ride on our Harley. I look at my Wife and said I'm eating are you taking her for a ride she replied f<>k off buy our own Harley. I bought a solo set so bar tale is the back seat. The Wife driving her own Harley.