Buy A Harley, CHANGE your lifestyle??
#2331
Man this thread was hallarious. i have been around bikes all my life my dad and his friends all had harleys and always have they would come in riding all the time as we road our dirt bikes. Dad was in club still is well known club. I have been around some hardcore bikers and been hardcore myself. road all my life. Logged alot of miles in leather and in the old school biker as french talks about. Lucky for me all those years dad had some extra harleys in the garage cause i sure couldn't afford one. Now i have had my own since 2007 and logged well over 100,000 miles in that time. But **** i would never thought it as i was old school but if you had seen me in panama city last year you would called me a rub it was ****ing hot and i was on my roadglide in shorts and flip flops **** yes i was and it was comfortable as hell not burning up in all that leather.
#2332
F*ck!
Got the first year free, this is why I was a proud HOG member.
I didn't renew my membership. Just call me *****, I guess...
Got the first year free, this is why I was a proud HOG member.
I didn't renew my membership. Just call me *****, I guess...
#2334
I've been riding a '98 Dyna Convertible the last three years or so.....Just got a 2nd scoot, a '07 Road King Classic. I'm wondering what advice you guys might give to a 65 year old Dyna Jocky, image wise, to use while I'm on the Touring bike. It's so important to me to fit in.
#2336
I just read through a hundred or so posts, and this thread is golden.
I think the one thing everyone can agree on is this:
The definition of "biker" in this country has eroded as badly as the definition of
"marriage." Everyone is claiming a part of the definition and the original meanings have long since disappeared.
BTW, a marriage is, and always will be, between a man and a woman.
This world is just f. . . ed up mentally on so many levels.
I think the one thing everyone can agree on is this:
The definition of "biker" in this country has eroded as badly as the definition of
"marriage." Everyone is claiming a part of the definition and the original meanings have long since disappeared.
BTW, a marriage is, and always will be, between a man and a woman.
This world is just f. . . ed up mentally on so many levels.
#2337
Well, here's my little rant.
there used to be few of us. When we crossed each other on the road, we raised a fist in the wind, just because it was nice to see another biker from time to time. Now, you'd get a nasty cramp in your biceps if you'd give the "Harley-wave" (yup, that's what they call it nowadays) to everybody.
We used to gather in places like Sturgis, Daytona and Laconia. Then, in the 90ies, something changed. The lawyers and clean cut cubicle monkeys started showing up, and there were more and more every year. They transformed the bike weeks into family events, showing up with their trailers, their RVs and their little spoiled brats. The old hardcore people couldn't even find each other anymore, because the whole thing became huge, and with those clowns came the greedy vendors and all those people who just wanted what's in your wallet.
Society used to leave us alone. We kept for ourselves on our side of the fence, and the lawyers, teachers and insurance agents stood on theirs. We stood up for ourselves and for another. We were'nt pretty. Beards, long hair, and what the fancy guys on here call now "pirate outfit". Then, it became a fashion statement to ride a Harley, and all those nice citizens started riding, just to show their community that they could afford a harley with more bling then the next guy. Didn't make them bikers, tho. It takes more then moving a bike from A to B to be one. It takes *****. Want an example? Take Gypsylady. Lost an arm in a motorcycle accident, got back on her feet, and first thing she does is to get a bike that fits her needs, and get back on the road. That girl has more grit then a million of these stock brokers in their overpriced high viz gear, their full face helmets and their HD brand mesh jackets.
The rest of society used to look down on us. In their book, we were scum, and we used to pitty them for their way of life. Now, those buffoons wat the best of both worlds. They want their nice 9-5 jobs, their fancy houses with white picket fences and 2 car garage, they want their middle class cage and their middle class hobbies AND they want to be like us. They dress up on the week end as if it was fuggin halloween, and would love to blend in with the real guys (yep, still a few of us out there). What they don't get is that as long as you have the cops on speed dial #1. your layer on #2, and your office number on #3, you won't get acceptance from the old hardcore crowd.
And patches. They love patches. HOG, SOA, black label society, silent skulls. If not that, it has to at least be a ***** G. skull on their brand store jacket. HD everywhere. 5 times on their jacket, twice on the kevlar reinforced pants, the boots, the belt, the zippo (if they really dare smoking, duh), a HD ring, sunglasses, helmet (yuck), and so on. Gotta show what you got.
2 weeks ago, I met one of the old school guys. He was on a RK custom, having a coffee next door to where I work. He even stopped riding for a while, when those legions of biker playing suburb warriors took over. Sometimes, I exactly know how that feels like.
BTW, I just described 98% of the people on here. Guys like that cameraboy clown, or that Dan Conner jackwagon, are a dime a dozen here. Others, like twizted biker, Hamburglar, Gumpmeister, Gonzeh, Alkay and few others, not so much.
there used to be few of us. When we crossed each other on the road, we raised a fist in the wind, just because it was nice to see another biker from time to time. Now, you'd get a nasty cramp in your biceps if you'd give the "Harley-wave" (yup, that's what they call it nowadays) to everybody.
We used to gather in places like Sturgis, Daytona and Laconia. Then, in the 90ies, something changed. The lawyers and clean cut cubicle monkeys started showing up, and there were more and more every year. They transformed the bike weeks into family events, showing up with their trailers, their RVs and their little spoiled brats. The old hardcore people couldn't even find each other anymore, because the whole thing became huge, and with those clowns came the greedy vendors and all those people who just wanted what's in your wallet.
Society used to leave us alone. We kept for ourselves on our side of the fence, and the lawyers, teachers and insurance agents stood on theirs. We stood up for ourselves and for another. We were'nt pretty. Beards, long hair, and what the fancy guys on here call now "pirate outfit". Then, it became a fashion statement to ride a Harley, and all those nice citizens started riding, just to show their community that they could afford a harley with more bling then the next guy. Didn't make them bikers, tho. It takes more then moving a bike from A to B to be one. It takes *****. Want an example? Take Gypsylady. Lost an arm in a motorcycle accident, got back on her feet, and first thing she does is to get a bike that fits her needs, and get back on the road. That girl has more grit then a million of these stock brokers in their overpriced high viz gear, their full face helmets and their HD brand mesh jackets.
The rest of society used to look down on us. In their book, we were scum, and we used to pitty them for their way of life. Now, those buffoons wat the best of both worlds. They want their nice 9-5 jobs, their fancy houses with white picket fences and 2 car garage, they want their middle class cage and their middle class hobbies AND they want to be like us. They dress up on the week end as if it was fuggin halloween, and would love to blend in with the real guys (yep, still a few of us out there). What they don't get is that as long as you have the cops on speed dial #1. your layer on #2, and your office number on #3, you won't get acceptance from the old hardcore crowd.
And patches. They love patches. HOG, SOA, black label society, silent skulls. If not that, it has to at least be a ***** G. skull on their brand store jacket. HD everywhere. 5 times on their jacket, twice on the kevlar reinforced pants, the boots, the belt, the zippo (if they really dare smoking, duh), a HD ring, sunglasses, helmet (yuck), and so on. Gotta show what you got.
2 weeks ago, I met one of the old school guys. He was on a RK custom, having a coffee next door to where I work. He even stopped riding for a while, when those legions of biker playing suburb warriors took over. Sometimes, I exactly know how that feels like.
BTW, I just described 98% of the people on here. Guys like that cameraboy clown, or that Dan Conner jackwagon, are a dime a dozen here. Others, like twizted biker, Hamburglar, Gumpmeister, Gonzeh, Alkay and few others, not so much.
My dad laid blacktop and cement his whole life. He couldn't have been prouder and happier that I went to college and got one of those cubicle jobs.
The cat who taught me to ride was a Vietnam Vet who told me to stay focused on the ride and not the little cliques that some people ride in.
Ease up. Enjoy your bike. Let other people enjoy theirs.
#2339
And maybe I stole my first Harley from the basement of a clinic that treated some loser after he melted on acid and took the bus back to Ohio leaving a mildly bent Sportster that no one wanted. And maybe I paid Dudley Perkins for the parts by selling weed in the Fillmore West. And maybe I stuck a guy who I found trying to steal the carb off that bike outside my flat so he maybe wouldn't do it again.
We all have a story...
We all have a story...
#2340
WTF is a RUB? i'm from the south, so i'm used to being called a rube by anyone not from the south.
In fact now that i've looked in this thread and seen all the criteria for being...i don't know what, a biker i think, i think i'll just go back to what i thought a biker was. own bike? check. he/she/they are, indeed, a biker.
i'm also a devout K.I.S.S. subscriber. i just keep it simple. i love to ride motorcycles so i got a bike. and am glad i did. i cant follow directions or rules for dung so i'll skip all them.
In fact now that i've looked in this thread and seen all the criteria for being...i don't know what, a biker i think, i think i'll just go back to what i thought a biker was. own bike? check. he/she/they are, indeed, a biker.
i'm also a devout K.I.S.S. subscriber. i just keep it simple. i love to ride motorcycles so i got a bike. and am glad i did. i cant follow directions or rules for dung so i'll skip all them.