We'd been on the road for a few days, and the group was ready for a break. Traveling across the Midwest is bad enough, but more than a day or two gets real old, real quick. The temps were in the 90s and the crosswinds weren't being kind to us at all. As if on […]
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The date-June 12, 1994 the place-Plymouth Indiana the event-Plymouth Blackhawks Motorcycle Club (chartered 1946,) first ever AMA sanctioned 100+ Mile Dualsport Poker Run. Well, that's what it was. Now sit back and get ready to enjoy one of the funniest stories you will ever read. My name is Drew Gatewood and I have always enjoyed
The National Motorcycle Museum web site dangled the carrot: “An extensive collection of vintage motorcycles, thousands of photographs, posters, postcards and pieces of motorcycle memorabilia, plus a fabulous collection of antique toys and other surprises await you in Iowa.” Well, having already travelled halfway around the world from Australia and clocking up a few thousand
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Editor’s Note: The follow was written by a recently retired U.S. service man, about his extended deployment to Korea, where he built a family, and brotherhood with fellow Harley Riders: Know as “The land of the morning calm,” Korea, as a nation, has been thought of as industrialgiant as far as technology goes, but that’s
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Thursday, the 28th of February will be my 50th birthday. Needless to say, reflection remains a way of life. My mother recently sent a photograph from 1973, in it I have that straight hair, wear a paisley hippie chick shirt, tight blue jeans, with an obvious teenager attitude. I am ricocheted back to a time
The author and his '39 Chief.Ok, I know it’s ancient but my main ride today is a 1939 Indian Chief. I learned how to ride on one just like it in 1965 as a 19 year old boy from Brooklyn NY and a life long love affair began. My Dad often told me stories about
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This is 1977, Rockford, Illinois. Next to me on the left was Barracuda, and Silent John. I was about 26 at the time, full of piss and vinegar. I was going to the annual Chili Burn at the Hells Henchmen clubhouse. I rode my 93-inch, S&S flywheels, cone Shovel. They didn't make engines back then.
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THE PLACE: Known as the Kashi of Southern India, Harihareshwar is known for its seashore where the river Savitri enters the ocean. The town is surrounded by four hills named after Lords Harihareshwar, Harshinachal, Bramhadri and Pushpadri. Nearby is Shriwardhan, another place of interest and beauty. This was the Peshwa residence who governed for their
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I was sittin’ quietly at the computer last night and behaving for a change. Baby, my dog, brought his Mesquite Log to the door and pounded it against the glass. Loudly! That’s his way of getting me to come out and play! It generally works, as I have NO desire to have an 18-inch chunk
I was invited to be a guest at a party the other night. I really didn’t want to go but went anyway. It was an Elvis party with a flashy Elvis impersonator and all the bullshit trimmings. Oh the joy. As I walked around I looked at all of these women, who looked and dressed
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The Author on his ride in India.Let me take you to a ride where five guys confirmed, four guys started but only three of us made it–after facing 300 troubles on the way. One Saturday, I was sitting with a hopeless evening to come, and a weekend containing no exciting prospects? Now that was sad,
Bandit I've been coming to your web site for a couple years now, and have enjoyedhow much you keep your readers informed about some of the bullshit thathappens to bikers out here. I've read a couple articles on your site, aboutincidents of road rage against bikers, and have decided to write to youhoping you would
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My brother and I had never ridden motorcycles together before. Ever. We hadn't hung out together for decades. What were we thinking…. We left Northern Illinois on a Saturday in June and stopped for the night in Charleston, West Virginia. My riding partner on this trip was my brother Brent. We had never ridden together
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RFR story I rode the FLH to work yesterday & the took the Little Red Rigid today, got paid to hang out with half nekked sexy girls all day then took the hour + extra long ride home from the club tonight (14 miles). Here are a few images from Ike. This is the duck
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The crew getting together for our weekly “meeting” and Wednesday night ride. This 2010 season is starting to warm up in Southeast Texas, so the guys of Vindicta are gearing up for several events. We try to meet up every Wednesday at a downtown location before heading out for a ride, dinner, another ride, and
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Things were cooling in the north as crisp fall air slowly spread its icy fingers across the country. For those who live from the back of a motorcycle and spend most of their nights in camp the northern states were no longer hospitable. And so the southward migration had begun. From the pilots seat of
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I think I left you with visions of Allison from the story about the ride out to Oklahoma, so I'll start with a shot of her now as a show of good will.We spent the weekend in Oklahoma celebrating the in-laws 50th anniversary. My oldest son and his girlfriend were able to drive up from
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This was a trip I planned for years, and this year, it looked as though it was finally gonna happen. We recently moved to a new town, and the wife received time off, so I could fly her south into Mexico, and I was going to ride, and meet her. No big deal, right? She
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Our bikes in the pits CY Race Diary 2010,WERA Talladega, 6 Feb: Good gawd its cold! Went to bed Friday nite gulping the Nyquil bottle, sick as a dog. Alarm went off at 5:00 a.m., I hacked up a lung, threw some water on my face, and looked at myself in the morror….I scared myself….until
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Gotta find the best Combo in the South!I was sitting in the airport in Detroit waiting to catch my flight back to northern Virginia and my attention was on The Weather Channel. It had nothing to do with weather in Detroit or Washington, DC. My focus was on tropical storm Fay. I was planning to
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We’ve all been there. It happens at rest areas, hotels, restaurants and everywhere in between. I’m at a gas station in Nevada this time. It’s so hot my leathers are melting like a popsicle meeting a blast furnace. I do the usual, fumble to find the key to the Ultra’s gas cap, look around the
Ok, she's from Sturgis a couple of years ago, but now that I have your attention, I'll tell you about my ride to Oklahoma and back this year.My mood or how I’m feeling at the time rarely, if ever, has an impact on whether I jump on the bike and ride or not. What puts
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“What have been the five best days of your life?” That is one of my favorite questions to ask people. It is a great question to ask your elders. It’s a great question to ask the new people in your life. It’s also a great question to ask yourself when you are writing next years
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Well, it isn’t September anymore but the old songs lyrics still apply. “The leaves of brown come tumbling down, remember? In September, In the rain.” That's all we've had since September around Lower Alabama–rain. We bought the Super Fly on September 18th, and I swear there has not been one entire day when I could
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