Guys, please consider the following and remember this piece of wisdom.

If after a long day, you are tired and looking forward to seeing your woman.

No matter how beautiful she is.....

No matter how sexy she is...

No matter how seductive she is...

No matter how cute and sweet she is...

No matter how huge her melons are......................

Shit, I forgot what I was going to say.

Good God! Joke. The Harley Davidson Facts...

                                The Harley-Davidson Facts                                  

The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson , died and went to heaven.

At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, 'Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven.'  Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, ' I want to hang out with God.'  St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne room, and introduced him to God.  God recognized Arthur and commented, 'Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle?' 

Arthur said, 'Yeah, that's me...'

God commented: 'Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?'  Arthur was a bit embarrassed, but finally spoke, 'Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?'  God said, 'Ah, yes.'  'Well,' said Arthur, 'professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention!

1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension.

2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.

3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much.

4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust.

5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!!!!

'Hmmmmm, you may have some good points there,' replied God, 'hold on.'

God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words and waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.  'Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,' God said to Arthur, 'but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours'.

One liner biker wit

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I only feel like riding my motorcycle on days that end with the letter "Y".

Part of my weekend with a bit of insider humor.

My wife is a knitter. I ride, she knits. This works.

To satisfy her knitting paraphenalia, we go the the Washington County state fair grounds each year for what is called the Shepherd's Harvest Sheep and Wool Festival.

The picture above is of some angora goats.

This is where knitters, and such can show off and sell their wares, including raw fibers to be spun into yarn, etc.

Anyway, beyond the fresh real kettle corn, and seeing all of the different stuff people make, One thing caught my eye. This is for you Ronman! http://www.ridesroadsandronman.com/

Can you believe it! Everywhere you go, no matter what the event, or day, there is almost always something to post about.

Free Smells ... Ooh Yeah

As much as I like motorcycles, and the motorcycle lifestyle, I like motorcycle shops.



Why you ask?


Because there is only one kind of person you will ever likely run into at a motorcycle shop of any kind.......another biker, or person with similar interests, or obsessions if you will.


It's like hanging out at a bar. My wife actually refers to a local bike shop I hang out at as "The Bar".

I think She is O.K. with me going there 'Cause it keeps me out of the real bars "for the most part".


I labeled this post free smells, because it reminds me of a hoagie restaraunt nearby called Jimmy John's . This is where they advertise that they deliver subs so fast you'll freak.

Anyway, they have a sign on the front door that says "Free smells".

I chuckle inside a bit when I see the sign, because I'm always tempted to walk in some day through the front door and take a REALLY big sniff. When they ask me if they can help me, I want to say, no thanks, I just came in for a free smell.

(LOL). I crack myself up sometimes. Just ask my wife an kids. They find it funny that I make myself laugh.


This brings me back to the bike shop. I many times have no reason to go there except for my free smells. In other words, not to purchase anything, but just to talk smart, and hang around with the guys in the shop, drink a beer or two and shoot the sh*t if you know what I mean.


Where do you get your free smells?


Mr. Motorcycle