What is your best story of picking up girls on your bike
#42
i usually dont have to do a thing. females get wet looking at my bike. hell, some of my non-MC buddies girls will ask me for a ride right in front of them.
i usually goes like this:
nice bike.
thank you.
can i sit on it?
no.
really?
yeah but ill take you for a ride. grab my brother's helmet
-wet panties-
lol but not all these women are attractive
i usually goes like this:
nice bike.
thank you.
can i sit on it?
no.
really?
yeah but ill take you for a ride. grab my brother's helmet
-wet panties-
lol but not all these women are attractive
#43
i usually dont have to do a thing. females get wet looking at my bike. hell, some of my non-MC buddies girls will ask me for a ride right in front of them.
i usually goes like this:
nice bike.
thank you.
can i sit on it?
no.
really?
yeah but ill take you for a ride. grab my brother's helmet
-wet panties-
lol but not all these women are attractive
i usually goes like this:
nice bike.
thank you.
can i sit on it?
no.
really?
yeah but ill take you for a ride. grab my brother's helmet
-wet panties-
lol but not all these women are attractive
or of the more attractive women of the bunch?
#44
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.
#47
In 1969,a redhead freckle face 15 yr old wanted me to take her for a ride,she had on shorty shorts and a tiedye shirt,promtly burned her leg on the exhaust,but wanted to keep riding.My wife Red still likes to ride with me !
#48
hmm where to start?
had a good one two summers ago. was out with a few friendsd bar hopping and i was getting ready to leave when this hot blond came up and asked me if that were my motorcycle out front.
i said sure is and she asked for a ride. i only had one helmet and no pillion, so i gave her my helmet and she sat on the fender and we took off cruising all over town at 4 am.
she says "lets go back to my place" and i told her to direct me. she was hammered and couldn't for the life of her get me to her house. we rode up and down this dark county road about 5 times until i stopped the bike and was like do you have any idea where you're going?
i hopped off the bike to take a ****, and when i turned around she was ready to go. it all went down right there on the side of the road, bent over my bike, at 5 am.
we finished up, i grabbed my helmet and left her there.
had a good one two summers ago. was out with a few friendsd bar hopping and i was getting ready to leave when this hot blond came up and asked me if that were my motorcycle out front.
i said sure is and she asked for a ride. i only had one helmet and no pillion, so i gave her my helmet and she sat on the fender and we took off cruising all over town at 4 am.
she says "lets go back to my place" and i told her to direct me. she was hammered and couldn't for the life of her get me to her house. we rode up and down this dark county road about 5 times until i stopped the bike and was like do you have any idea where you're going?
i hopped off the bike to take a ****, and when i turned around she was ready to go. it all went down right there on the side of the road, bent over my bike, at 5 am.
we finished up, i grabbed my helmet and left her there.
#49
I got lucky (sort of) at my favorite waterhole a few weeks back...met a nice little gal
and we hit it off pretty good. Towards the end of the evening I asked if I could go
home with her
She said, "Yes, but I have to tell you that I'm on my menstrual cycle".
I said, "That's ok, I'm on my Harley, I'll just follow you".
and we hit it off pretty good. Towards the end of the evening I asked if I could go
home with her
She said, "Yes, but I have to tell you that I'm on my menstrual cycle".
I said, "That's ok, I'm on my Harley, I'll just follow you".
LMAO... you heard that before didn't you !