100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Yup, its a monthly contest open to all. Word limit is 100. Lots of Bikernet swag to be won. Just sign up for the free weekly newsletter by clicking here. Then email your fiction story in 100 words or less to wayfarer@bikernet.com Curious about fiction stories under 100 words? […]
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The beer was hot since the cooler broke at the Lake Town Tavern. So Igor and Chick sat at the bar drinking gin and tonics. That’s a drink Chick first met at the British Club in Rabul, New Guinea when a navy destroyer he served on as a boiler tender made a port call to
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Editor’s Note: We’ve stared at wonderful boobs with longing and allure all our lives. We’ve become aroused by the sight of tender nipples showing through a shear blouse. We could be in the worst imaginable conditions, on a sinking ship, in a blizzard or a war zone, and the sight and notion of touching the
100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Yup, its a monthly contest open to all. Word limit is 100. Lots of Bikernet swag to be won. Just sign up for the free weekly newsletter by clicking here. Then email your fiction story in 100 words or less to wayfarer@bikernet.com WINNERS SO FAR:1. for the month of May
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The roar of engines echoed through the streets of Austin as the Lone Rat Riders, an infamous motorcycle gang, thundered through the city. They were a tight-knit group of outlaws, feared and respected throughout Texas and Nevada. One percenters, they dabbled in successful criminal activities, including (but not limited to) drug trafficking, extortion, and
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I am an outlaw, I was born an outlaw’s son The highway is my legacyOn the highway I will runIn one hand I’ve a Bible In the other I’ve got a gunWell, don’ you know meI’m the man who wonWoman don’t try to love me Don’t try to understandA life upon the
The explosion was our signal to leave. No sounds of pursuit followed; actually there were no other sounds than Larry and I turning our bikes around and riding on. The town of Oakley was changing. As the rising sun’s rays touched an Oakley building it would change back into a modern Middleton building. Buildings
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After breaking free of the old building and jumping aboard our bikes everything went from the slow motion of running through water to the herky-jerky pace of an early 1920s hand cranked movie. Our race through the streets of Oakley had more twists and turns than I remember. Were the giant GPS sunglasses Hilts
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Our decision to return to the old saloon at sundown to confront the ‘new’ owners was risky but we’d likely never have the benefit of knowing when and where they’d be again. It was a tactical advantage we couldn’t pass. Hilts’ original plan to find out who they were then reason with them now
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I have hundreds of photos I shot at Mooneyes 25th Anniversary Yokohama show. I was there shooting for Hot Rod and Road Kill, but they don’t use bikes much, so… Let’s use them on Bikernet. See what you can do. –Mike Morgan We will. The wheels
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