Saturday, March 1, 2014


Why that Harley whispers to me in the wee hours of the night.

Sure it's riskier than driving a car.  What, you think you're going to live forever?


Dave H said...

Sure it's riskier than driving a car.

"They who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety." - B. Franklin

Chickenmom said...

Knew your couldn't resist.

Old NFO said...

Never thought I'd make it past 21... :-) All gravy now!

Linxsys said...

If your Harley whispers Depeche Mode to you in the wee hours of the night. Then I would say that your Harley is likely a gay stalker!

Chris Meesters said...

OK. Other side of that picture. I managed to get to 66 now, but I almost didn’t make it past 35. I drove on a narrow road behind a dumptruck doing 60 mph when said truck dumped eight tons of rubbish in my path. Shouldn’t be possible, but the controls were wired wrong. Driver wanted to change gears and dumped his load instead. I flattened out, kicked the motorcycle away from me and that’s all she wrote. Awoke in the hospital with my wife and four year old daughter next to me. And a broken neck. I had hit a piece of concrete from the load head on. I was lucky. I recovered. The first guy to stop was a paramedic who stabilised me. No, I didn’t wanted to live forever, but I wanted to see my daughter grow up, if you please. So I gave up driving my motorcycle. Never regretted that decision. I lived to see my grandson be born. Better than bikes.