Redhead Action in Deadwood

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

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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New Fiction: Black Magic Woman

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

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