Girls of Bikernet

Women are amazing beings. They are art objects on two delicate feet. They are sexual lures, like a mound of glistening cocaine to the drug addict. But there’s way more, and young men need to learn the difference between looks and the touch of heaven against what’s under that magnificent head of golden hair and […]

So alluring their visual takes you to heaven Unfortunately they take all male eyes to heaven—you’re not alone… So soft they release you from all pain and suffering. Unfortunately, the touch doesn’t last and soon you will want a new pair. Such a magnificent magnetic draw connected to an unknown source Unfortunately, to a human

Just got off the phone with a friend who’s a dog of the first order. He’s chased girls as long as I have and never learned until he blew up his marriage and nearly lost everything material in addition to the two women he loved, between all the broads he fucked. For Your Precious Love

In the middle of a winter night, a cold wind whipped up the damp streets of the dark side of Long Beach, California, and pushed the dense fog off shore. I was just about to reach for a fifth of Jack Daniels and slip into a warm comfortable reclining chair and watch Easyriders for the

    Around the campfire, a couple of bros and I started to discuss a book notion. We called it the Dogs vs. the Evil Nesters. The code was to point out to young men all the pitfalls of chasing women.      The plan included handling every element from a purely scientific and factual

        Raven hair and ruby lips sparks fly from her finger tips Echoed voices in the night she’s a restless spirit on an endless flight           wooo hooo witchy woman, see how high she flies woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye    

I haled me a woman from the street, Shameless, but, oh, so fair! I bade her sit in the model’s seat And I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart unclean; I painted a babe at her brest; I painted her as she might have been If the Worst had been

It doesn’t make any sense, but what does except cool custom bikes and hot women? It’s all a dichotomy. Like the preacher who drinks whiskey, the family man who builds wild choppers and hangs around sexy broads. It’s oil and water, the wicked and the pure, the virgin and satin. But then there are the

    Frank over at Wicked Influence in Arvada Colorado builds a wicked bike and through some searching we found a wicked girl to match. With a passion that started with Easy Rider, Frank has been in the industry since the late 70s. After high school he went to school for motorcycle mechanics while his

Okay, we couldn’t resist. I heard a rumor about Carissa the wild blonde who likes to be spanked and tied up. So of course blonde jokes surfaced during a Bikernet Editorial meeting. Snake shared a story about a blonde, from his past, but we decided to pass and his blues and the blonde story and

This is amazing. The Bikernet official, certified redhead researcher, who I can’t name, started sending me shots of Tempest Storm. He knew I would be intrigued because I’m a boob man, and somehow addicted to redheads. He sent me so many shots I asked him about her history. The first piece was taken from Wikipedia.

  Could Heather Be the One?     Life is nuts. Look at this babe, shot by Jack in Daytona while hanging at the Hawaiian Tropic estate. She’s a guest, natch. She could be the guest of almost any guy at anytime. Hell, even the bike has a Miami Vice hue. Heather is a regular

    I was on the New Jersey side of the river in the Campbell Soup Headquarters Building parking lot doing this shoot. I planned the shoot for early in the morning so that no one would be around to bother us.       Well, wouldn’t you know my best laid plans backfired as

Night before Christmas   The night before Christmas Done with working and riding for the day   Just pondering things a little risque   The Springer is locked up tight in the shop Back from a romp down the sweet blacktop     Three fingers of whiskey take the edge off the extremes Hoping for

    So, I’m working in this chopper shop run by George the Greek, who ultimately owned Bellflower Harley-Davidson. It was grubby and dark, with a long wooden bench bolted to one wall. My boss, Bob something, was a custom fabricator, and a good one. He built some wild bikes over the years. He asked

  The small towns on the eastern plains of Colorado are not a hot spot for employment. In fact to find a job is dam hard. Carmen found one of the only fair paying jobs in town. A big win for her as she got to make small bucks and do something she loved, play

It was dusk when I rolled into Vegas and the strip was lit up like the Aurora Borealis. I found the Crown casino with no problem and pulled the Shovelhead into a safe parking spot. It was right in view of the security office, and I stopped by to chat with the watchman to make

For those who aren’t privileged to have a year round riding season, the 2013 riding season has gotten off to an interesting start. First, record cold and snow was reported in dozens of cities in early spring, with the worst of the weather hammering the Rockies, upper Midwest and northern Plains. We’ve already seen a

I was on interstate 5 in the middle of the night heading for Fresno to an MMA run. Alone on a ’48 Panhead I pulled into the Gorman truck stop for fuel and to oil my primary chain. Gorman, the pit of stops at the peek of the Grapevine vibrated to the rumble of constant

A few years ago, a handful of guys sat around bitching about women and a pattern started to emerge. The more I investigated, the more we thought something needed to be done. At first, it took on the notion of a warning system to alert young guys before it was too late. Then we thought

A friend of mine, Lee Clemens, from Departure Bike Works in Richmond, Virginia, told me about this song. I tried to listen to the Country Western version on his I-phone, but I couldn’t catch the lyrics, so of course, I searched the Internet and immediately found the amazing lyrics. The second aspect of the search

Nick had the blues. He broke down in Novato, California, just north of the San Francisco Bay, captured between Drakes Bay on the coast and San Pablo Bay on the inland side. It was originally the site of several Coast Miwok villages, and is now a portion of the Olompali State Historic Park. The first

The walls of the prison cell seem to expand into the horizon. The stones blurring into a wall of sand. I seem to have encapsulated myself inside a sand castle. Except there is no sound of waves threatening to push down these walls. I didn’t ask for solitary confinement but my money bought me a

The air was crisp that early spring morning, but the sun was shining brightly and heralding a fine day for riding. The promise of clear skies made it easier to don the leathers and head out with no particular destination in mind. I chose the life of the nomad years ago, so an-other day in