What’s It Gonna Be by Keith ‘Bandit’ Ball with illustration by Wayfarer Jake at 6 feet and buffed pulled up to the log cabin saloon off Highway 25, in CO on his highbar 80 flathead. No other bikes in the lot, only SUVs. He ordered a 3-2-1 Jack from blonde and bodacious. Her eyes sparkled […]
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Hot Day, Sweet Beer by Rhys with illustration by Wayfarer Pulled out of my garage and took off down the street. No particular destination just needed the wind in my face. After an hour or so came across a little joint on a country road with outside seating at picnic tables. I dismounted my steel
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Fuzzyby Wayfarerwith illustration by Wayfarer I swayed left and right, twisting the throttle, pushing and pulling at the handlebars. I was tense, sweating throughout on an early morning in June. If only I could ride another 200 miles, I know I would be at peace. This time yesterday, I had kickstarted my journey to the
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Quig by J J Spain (Jeffrey)with illustration by Wayfarer I took the first Piedmont exit off I90, rolling the Chieftain on to the parking lot of Matt’s Place, the front tire of the Indian facing the interstate. The t-shirts stapled to the wall said Matt wasn’t there, he was fishing. Silently I tipped my champagne
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THE CONTEST GOT JUMPSTARTED — NOW LET’S ALL KICK IT INTO GEAR She’s Gone by Jeffrey aka JJ Spainwith illustration by Wayfarer I left Hill City on highway 385 north to Deadwood, I had to see it for myself. The temperature was in the low 30s, a little cold for a ride but it wasn’t
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Little Lady on the Road by Jeffrey aka JJ Spain with illustration by Wayfarer Riding west on 44 out of Rapid, I pulled to the shoulder, parked the Harley to talk to a little girl. She was alone, maybe three years old. She wasn’t dressed for walking the highway
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC A Last Milestone by Steven Sanner with illustration by Wayfarer The wind whipped across my face like a thousand cats shredding flesh. I thought of warmer conditions, but the falling 40-degree temps and fading light would not relent. I’m glad I invested in the horsehide coat; I wished for
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Merry-up by Wayfarer with illustration by Wayfarer Treading snow getting your V-Twin by the roadside is a workout I could do without. I had feast and festivities on my mind; skipped lunch to dig into the cooking that awaited me at home. Not a spark of life in sight
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC 911 Call by Rhys At work, I received a 911 text from my wife. I tried calling, no answer. I alerted my boss, grabbed my leather and ran to my old Road King. Fired up, I blasted down the road for the 20-mile ride to the house. Weaving in
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Nap Time by Jeffrey with illustration by Wayfarer “Your friend passed out.” Sissy, a redhead supermodel bartender at the Buffalo Chip, said to Salas. Salas, looking at Ronnie, whose face was on the table, a dozen shot glasses surrounded his head said, “You’ve got to be shitting me. We’re
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Cop Out by Wayfarer with illustration by Wayfarer Man without a plan, rabblerouser without a pause, I set out to ride one last time before winter sets in. Clear skies lighted up, straight, almost empty highway. Next beer at State line I thought. A siren blasted behind me as
100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Thanksgiving Ride by Rhys with illustration by Wayfarer Fired up the ole Shovel. There was a nip in the air being late November. Pulled on my leather over the hoodie and off I went. Sunny but chilly I rode my favorite back roads I travel when don’t have a
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Shop before you drop by Rhys with illustration by Wayfarer Woke up to a bright sunny warm fall day in New England. Thought it would be fun to ride west into the Berkshires to visit a friend at college a few hours away. Off I went cruising on my
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Layla by Jeffrey with illustration by Wayfarer My Harley rolled to a stop near the side door of where my girl works. I planted my feet to steady the bike as she jumped off the Fatboy. She kissed me on the cheek and disappeared into the building, it was
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We are into the 7th month of this popular contest — a challenge to write fiction in 100 words or less– and win Bikernet.com swag and goodies. October was the 6th month and we had contestants return to participate again. The contest can be addictive, especially once you know you can actually write a meaningful
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Blood, Sweat and Hate by Wayfarer with illustration by Wayfarer Just a teen, spoon-fed on opinionated news, Jake’s restless energy glistened in his bloodshot eyes. His single mother nursed him with extreme sentiment through streaming news on TV and mobile apps. His friends considered him harmless—good grades, seldom in
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Rolling into Life by Tony Heller with illustration by Wayfarer During the early spring up-date shakedown run, the rain-fed Kern River roared and sparkled, hugging the twisting two-lane road. Careening over the rocky river bed, the cascading water leapt from boulder to boulder, disappearing darkly in shoreline eddies, then
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Wild, Free & Alive by Jeffrey with illustration by Wayfarer I woke up flat on my back in tall golden prairie grass, the sun warmed my face. My right arm felt like it was on fire, my neck hurt like hell, and breathing was difficult. Able to move my
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC The Dealership by Bandit, inspired by Freddie Cuba with illustration by Wayfarer Not far from Hasting, Nebraska stood a crumbling brick Harley-Davidson dealership in a town of 18. The owner, a stub of a man, with a shiny bald head ran it without spare parts. Not a motorcyclist but
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Preacher Run by J J Solari with unholy illustration by Wayfarer Some preacher self-absorbed pile of sanctimonious piety yelled at me, “Do you know what you need to do to be saved???” ….all accusatory. I said, “Yeah: be born after 33AD, cockfuck, which I was. Is that about how
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Mountain by Koz Mraz (illustration by Wayfarer) The mountain where we dance, endless pirouettes, left, right then left again. Freely falling into gravity’s demanding arms then with a twist of the throttle are thrust into the next delicious curve. She lifts the spirit as we ascend, transcend, riding high
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Shallow Grave by Rhys (illustration by Wayfarer) Gary finished his Triumph chopper metal flake gold with helmet to match. Out for a shakedown run. Cruising back roads all seemed good, until a truck rounded the bend on the wrong side. Both rider and bike slid off the road. Gary
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Kick…kick…kick by Rhys with artwork by Wayfarer I walked out of the local watering hole and straddled my ol ’53 EL chop. Bare bones ride, motor, rigid frame. And gas tank. Usually 2-3 prime kicks then ignition on and 1 or two and she fires. Went through the ritual.
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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC Hilary by Gearhead We rode from Northern Cal. The rain came down in buckets. I pulled off under the redwoods in Big Sur. My wife crawled into the back seat of a car. I threw a sleeping bag on the ground under a leaking makeshift lean-to. It didn’t stop.
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