Motorcycle Mystique

Four, high ranking members of the Two Skulls MC, including Little Steve and the prez sat in Steve’s truck halfway down the block from Karl’s house. No one spoke. All of them stared out the window at the house where the lone biker named Karl Skanlan lived. They were there to take care of business. […]

Here’s a link to the last episode: http://www.bikernet.com/pages/COURTHOUSE_RUNPart_Two.aspx   The Harley was truly at home on the highway. The combination of the torquey, low-revving, four-stroke engine, and the low slung riding position, made for an almost perfect traveling machine. Karl installed a set of “highway pegs” that enabled him to stretch his legs out in

Continued from chapter one: http://www.bikernet.com/pages/COURTHOUSE_RUNPart_One.aspx Karl was out. He could scarcely believe it. It seemed that one minute he was certain that he was going to jail, possibly for a long time, and the next minute he was checking his scoot out of the impound yard and rolling out of the station. The bike, amazingly

  Karl couldn’t seem to wake up. He just had that slow, lazy, drowsy feeling that wouldn’t go away. It wasn’t because he’d been working too hard, since he was currently unemployed, which didn’t necessarily mean that he wasn’t working, it just meant that he was working on his own. He was always working. When

Ton, a longtime member of the Few Good Men M/C, glared at the reflection in the back of the minivan. It was times like this that he wished the Shovel had mirrors. He had picked up the reflection of the tan van several miles before but now it was getting the best of him. A

This ain’t no tale of my misadventures on two-wheels. It ain’t about how I rode through hills or deserts or how I got into scuffles with the lawmen on the highways of good ol’ US of A. Nor is this about the girls, bitches or sluts I keep regular appointments with. No Sir! This is

As she finished the last of the pot, she gently and carefully funneled the shake onto a business card, bent just right to dump the last load into the bowl. She flicked the Bic several times, and a low glowing blue flame emerged just enough to light the green material in the glass pipe. She

“When I die I want to meet God and say, what the hell were you thinking, like what were you thinking?”—Indian Larry “Hold on to yourself Bartlett, you’re twenty feet short.”—Steve McQueen …from the movie THE GREAT ESCAPE “…I’ll be right out…Nice coat…”—Marv…a.k.a. Mickey Rourke…from the movie SIN CITY “If I had to describe him,

Nowadays, by definition, a motorcycle trip is typically not something done simply for the utilitarian transportation reason of getting from point A to point B because you have to get there. Yes, there are plenty of folks who ride to work during the week, ride to a union meeting on a Saturday morning, and Hell

Moral of the work In War: Resolution In Defeat: Defiance In Victory: Magnanimity In Peace: Good Will –Windston Churchill Pierre sat in a pastry shop as the rain pounded the cobblestone street outside the leaded windows. He was a stout, 5’10” young man in his mid 20s who was politically lost. It was 1939 and