by Bandit A brother just can’t get enough Amber trouble The middle of June and riders were determined to cruise the Black Hills before the factory anniversary, but torrents of rain got the best of them. It rained in the black hills like an automatic sprinkler system keeps the golf course greens magnificently verdant in a blistering Phoenix summer. It came relentlessly, religiously, adorned with god-like thunder and lightning, coupled to incessant tornado warnings, flash flood alerts and hail cautions. That didn’t stop the brothers or even the broads from ditching cities all over the country. Latest Fiction from Bandit — click here to Read on Bikernet.com * * * * * * * * Get inside the Cantina to get more Action, click to view membership options.
100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC The Break-In by Bandit A thug broke into the shop. Rebuilding an old Linkert in the back, I heard a noise and then a scream. I scrambled towards the retail area, but how was I going to defend myself? I reached for my buck knife, a chrome-moly fork tube, the .38 in the drawer, a yard-long Crescent wrench, the cutoff wheel and or… The young addict wasn’t interested in the mechanic wielding heavy instruments, just enough cash to buy another high. He turned toward his escape, leaving the young female clerk in a pool of blood. Was I to kill, maim, punish, enable or wait, harm reduction? * * * * Yup, its a weekly contest open to all. Just sign up for the free weekly newsletter by clicking here. Then email us your 100 word limit fiction to the editor email@example.com
100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC * * * * REAR VIEW MIRRORS by Wayfarer They come in pairs. You buy ’em in pairs. That’s how it is with motorcycle rear-view mirrors. You can’t just pick one out of the pile and use it. It’s a set, like my Mom’s cutlery – you break one, you can’t buy just one! I should’ve attended the summer camp for off-road terrain. I was a prick. I could’ve paid attention to the neighbour’s kid showing off his skills. Thought he was a prick. Busted motorcycle, broken ego. On the beaten track, I got beat. There is no looking back in life. Move onward! * * * * Yup, its a weekly contest open to all. Just sign up for the free weekly newsletter by clicking here. Then email us your 100 word limit fiction to the editor firstname.lastname@example.org
100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC BEEN THERE DONE THAT by Steven Sanner Well, I didn’t think it could happen to me. Everyone has had the feeling of deja vu at least once in their life. Some have had it more than once. There I was, just sitting on my old ridged Shovel at the red traffic light, just enjoying the day when I got the feeling that I needed to get off the bike and run, and that’s what I did. I bailed off that thing like there was a rattlesnake under my ass. When I did there was a loud crash and I saw what was left of my bike flying through the intersection. * * * * Yup, its a weekly contest open to all. Just sign up for the free weekly newsletter by clicking here. Then email us your 100 word limit fiction to the editor email@example.com
Compiled & Edited by Bill Bish Industry & Legislative Motorcycle News from USA and the world IN THE NEWS THIS WEEK — “COMING TOGETHER” WELCOMED AT NCOM CONVENTION AORA WOULD EXPAND MOTORIZED RECREATION MOTORCYCLE INDUSTRY “FLAT” AS SALES SLIP MIC ADDS POPULAR “ADVENTURE BIKE” MARKET SEGMENT NHTSA REPORTS RISE IN MOTORCYCLIST FATALITIES WHO PROMOTES HELMET USAGE WORLDWIDE ENHANCED DRIVERS LICENSES AVAILABLE IN OHIO MOTORCYCLE TRAINING GRADUATES EXEMPTED FROM SKILLS TEST IN KENTUCKY BIG-FOUR TO CONDUCT JOINT RESEARCH ON HYDROGEN MOTORCYCLES Click Here to Read the NCOM news on Bikernet.com * * * * * * * * Click & know more about Bikernet’s Free Weekly Newsletter
by Gearhead Somewhere in the Desert I was flying down the backside of the mountain. The high desert, beautiful in the fall, laid out before me as the mountain twistiness turned to bleak open sand. I rode past a female hitch hiker, and she looked to have been there awhile. Dried perspiration stains on her Black Sabbath t-shirt and her Daisy Duke shorts, included perspiring all the way down to her logger boots. She rocked out with her earbuds. Later she told me Black Sabbath kept her distracted. I pulled-up my old Shovelhead suspicious of the slippery sand. Would she accept a ride from an old biker? I slid my bike to a stop. I was listening to War Pigs by Black Sabbath in my earbuds just under my Bikernet bandanna. She came running up and introductions took place. I told her my friends called me Gearhead. She told me her name was Scarlett. Click Here to read this new Adventure Fiction from Motorcycle Mystique department. * * * * * * * * * * * * Read entire adventure novels and over two decades of motorcycle mysteries at Two-Wheeled Tales Section and Bandit’s Cantina. https://www.bikernet.com/pages/Two_Wheeled_Tales.aspx https://www.bikernet.com/pages/Motorcycle_Mystique.aspx
New Fiction from Bandit with illustrations by Jon Towle Bruno rode his performance Sportster hard along the Angeles Crest Highway daring sport bike guys to race him. He pushed himself to the brink of losing it over sheer cliffs or slamming into unforgiving rock walls. He refueled in Wrightwood a sleepy little mountain town just elevated enough to support pine trees. Click Here to Read this latest fiction from K Randall Ball only on Bikernet.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Read entire novels and archived content from three decades of motorcycling, click to see Bandit’s Cantina membership options.
by K. Randall “Bandit” Ball The city from Laguna to Irvine and El Toro closed in on Trabuco Canyon like a concrete plaque. But Cook’s still resided in the last remaining unencumbered scrub hills. Bruno tied off his helmet to his TT bars and kicked up dust in the ground-shale parking lot to the door. It was wide, thick planks and swung open with a rusting creak. Dark inside the Four Tops played Only the Lonely from the neon jute box. But something foreboding filled the air. Straight ahead was the bar and a number of club members scrambling around something or someone on the floor. Click here to read the latest biker fiction from the master of the genre only at Bikernet.com * * * * * * * * * * * * Visit Bandit’s Cantina for entire novels, click here.
From the Bad Road Rising Series A novel By Mike Baron Author: Mike Baron Genre: Action Adventure Publisher: Wolfpack Publishing Publication Year: 2019 ASIN: B07VCG9RK5 Click here to read the complete review by Bandit only on Bikernet.com Mike Baron is a biker and a prolific writer who is currently signed with Wolf Pack Publishing. He recently converted from Liberty Island Publishing to Wolfpack and this is book three in the series Bad Road Rising about a biker/private investigator. Wolfpack currently has over 100 authors cranking out adventure books, including biker novels. I don’t know if his other books are centered around the Rock and Roll music industry, but this one is. I tried to look up some of the groups mentioned and I’m not sure where fiction and reality meet. But if you’re a fan of ‘70s Rock and Roll, this puppy will keep you enthralled as Josh, the biker investigator finds himself chasing song rights. Here’s the book pitch. — Review by Bandit * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Did you know you could read entire novels in the Cantina ? Have a peek by clicking here. Subscribe & Support Bikernet.com
Amazing Bessie spent 60 years in the saddle, aboard 28 different motorcycles by Ann Ferrar Click here to read this photo feature article on Bikernet.com Ann Ferrar, author of “Hear Me Roar: Women, Motorcycles and the Rapture of the Road,” considers Bessie Stringfield one of her life’s greatest inspirations. Ferrar spent time with Ms. Stringfield during Bessie’s golden years, and thus a friendship blossomed between two women riders of different generations and very different life experiences. Ms. Stringfield was inducted into the AMA Motorcycle Hall of Fame in 2002. In the 1930s and 1940s, my friend Bessie Stringfield took eight long-distance, solo rides around the country in the style of the old gypsy tours. Bessie dismissed the scolding of relatives who said that “nice girls didn’t go around riding motorcycles” and she became estranged from them. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Celebrate motorcycling – join Bandit’s Cantina today. Click to view options & benefits.