Real Men Ridin Real Bikes in the City of Bikers

It was appropriate though that I visited him with all the bikers in town. He was a biker most of his life. Too bad he bought a Harley which was ultimately the reason why he stopped riding. Apparently AMF made some pretty atrocious motorcycles and he bought one that at 80-85 would develop a shake that completely made him rethink the riding experience and at around 55 he traded his lemon bike for a cream puff Chevy Impala which was more like a shove it or leave it and eventually he left it. Man the late 70's was a time in history which everyone would like to forget about I am quite sure. On the way back from Wyoming a few things of note occurred.

We all got pinched doing around a hundred miles an hour or so. I was in the car as my bike had been trailered back due to clutch issues. The two bikes in back. I dunno. I told them about the cops but who listens anymore? I talked to the cop when he had asked the guy for his license and I milked it. My eyes were red so I guess it must have been mutual with this officer too. I told him we were just coming back from the cemetary and I wasn't paying attention to the speed of the car or I for sure would have told him to slow down and I made eye contact and saw him hold a tear back. When he left I told him we would all get a warning and let go and sure enough.

Nothing short of amazing. Some of the natural formations and such just blow my mind. Apparently this is the core of a volcano in which the magma cooled and then the surrounding part eroded away leaving what we know as Devils Tower. Remember the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind?

Oh yeah and let's not forget about the main event where all the real men who ride real bikes meet up once a year.

Excuse me but can I assssk you a question? Would you mind if I took a picture?

Apparently there are all kinds of real men riding real bikes here in the city of "Bikers"

I can't help but wonder if this bike belongs to Popeye or Bluto. Well blow me down.

Here is yet another day lost when Mr. I Ride an Indian has to take his bike in to have the primary drive chain adjusted. He has a smile on his face because he has to ride beatch. Note: The bike has a solo seat and there is a luggage rack in place of the bitch pad. lol I didn't even have to bust his balls about it. The bike did it for me. Oh yeah and Absence Makes the Fart Go Honda. So glad I ride a Kaw.

Just a few pictures at the bar waiting like all day to get his bike back. Having fun with a waitress.

hahaha all the while he thought he was giving it to her the boys at the bike shop was giving it to him. That last visit was almost 500 dollars and they didn't fix it they only put a band aid on it.

The last pic for the evening. I can't believe I have been posting for over two and a half hours. Tri has given me the bug. Post so we can all share our little journeys in life. lol A biker babe that propositioned us and well... I just said "Parce, she is all you. Take her back to the room and give her the business buddy. I am going to be a good boy even though I have a case of Elephantitus going on.

Why??? Because it seems every time you go to the bar and think you have a hot chick in bed with you the next day the reality strikes you and you find a real dog in bed next to you.:laugh:

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