Two Wheeled Tales

It had been a great day, as far as workdays go. It was Friday at last, and I had just finished lunch at home and cranked up the old Harley for the ride back to work. It was early summer, about 95 degrees, and it felt good cruising at 60 mph down the two-lane highway. […]

The bikes involved in the third world adventure. I sat, groggy eyed, fighting the hangover from hell, listening to this guy talking about his “wondrous journey” halfway across the world. Being in this industry, I have heard some far out, wild and crazy shit. As I tried to dig my fingers into the mealworm and

Editor’s Note: This article was supplied to Bikernet courtesy of Cycle Source Magazine and the writer. They do a helluva job printing out-of-the-ordinary road tales and techs. We are proud to re-publish this piece.–BanditPart 1 Still the searcher must ride the dark horse.Racing alone in his fright.Tell me why, tell me why.–Neil YoungWhy would you

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

KimberlyWriter's Note: It’s finally Friday, and the Bonneville races have officially ended. I’m on a plane back home to USC and I just finished watching The World’s Fastest Indian once again. Let's see how it measured up to my experience. My Bonneville ExperienceI’m on the starting line about to do a run on a 1949

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

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

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.

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

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

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

“I love the freedom.” “I ride to avoid traffic on the commute”, “I ride because it helps me clear my head,” or “I just love it!”…We have all reasons why we ride. And, we all know these reasons can change depending on the person or situation. For example, this past weekend, I needed a cinnamon

At last, there it is, the bridge over the Colorado River, the viaduct that will deliver me from the oppressive helmet law in CA to the freedom to ride bare headed in AZ. The ride from the O.C. through the inferno known as the Mohave Desert had been grueling beyond imagination. In the middle of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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