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Redhead Action in Deadwood

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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.

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100 WFC: A Ride To Remember

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100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC A Ride To Remember by Kolohe One “Is that a Panhead motor?” she said. I smiled and nodded yes. “I sure love the old Panheads, the vibration and the ride are like no other motorbike I have ever known.” Who was I not to share this truth? I motioned an open hand to the pillion and watched her gorgeous face light the night sky with gleeful emotion. We rode down warm canyons to a starlit sandy turnout. Holding her hand, assisting a dismount, I grabbed my bedroll and laid out a comfy spread. Watching her starlight twinkled eyes, I realized such moments are given only once in a lifetime. * * * * * * * * 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 wayfarer@bikernet.com

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100 WFC: The Break-In

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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 wayfarer@bikernet.com

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Jam and Vibe: Vehemence Of Evil

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NEW FICTION: Featuring Jammer and Vibe, in rival gangs, with nothing in common except motorcycles! One of their most lucrative businesses was drug trafficking. America had never been so addicted to substances galore and now it seemed pharmaceutical pills could be replaced by marijuana as well. Hey, there were breakfast brownies made of weed in cafes! Why eat a cow-burger when you can eat “grass?” You didn’t quit this club. The club just fired you with a Viking funeral. Exploding motorcycles was their retribution. An innovative death sentence, ahead of its time or earlier than exploding electric motorcycles. Their conditioning and witnessing of daily violence was such that eventual loss of limb or life seemed like a dream—a fairy tale told by enemies. Power does not exist if it’s not enforced and thus the immaterial comes into tangible existence. Then you “see” power, feel it and know it. Their fearsome reputation was not from use of firearms but bizarre deaths that would shock and traumatize the best of ER regulars. Click Here to read this new and latest fiction only on Bikernet.com * * * * * * * ** * * * Read entire novels, include those by Keith ‘Bandit’ Ball, in the Cantina. Have a look at the membership options by clicking here.

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