May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
The wisest men follow their own direction.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!
Faster, Faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.
Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.
If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.
Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.
If you don't ride in the rain, you don't ride.
It never gets easier; you just go faster.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.
And what makes me happy now has changed as well... Its one thing to play in a bar or at a biker festival, and hear a guy who's been drinking beer all day come up and tell you how good you are. For a long time in your life that will make you happy.
The main thing (about the organization) is to enjoy motorcycles, ..and have a good relationship with the community.
Life is like a ten speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never use.
Really good mountain bikers are lousy judges of trail difficulty. We haven't a clue, we just ride.
First you buy me a mocha. Then you let me help you hide a body. Now you take me to a biker clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever.
You wouldn't believe that I still have the bikers with the caps to the side at my door, ringing the doorbell.
Sure, my childhood was unusual. All these eccentric, wild people frequented our home: rock stars, drag queens, models, bikers, freaks. But I was not this little rich girl. My mom and I lived in an apartment.
One of the important things is that a lot of people forget that a biker club is a secret society.
For me to sit here and give all kinds of excuses to make it right, I can't do. But what I want to ask everyone out there, everyone that has a child, everyone that has a brother, a sister: if your child or family member was abducted today, if a mad man came in, a terrorist came in, abducted your family member or your child and if I said to you I can bring your child home...does it matter how I bring them home?
We get crazy when we can't make things be like the world tells us they are". She looked back out the window. "It was that way for me and your brother, I think. I mean, how could I have loved him that last year? I didn't even know who he was. He was way more attracted to drugs and bikers and that whole lifestyle than he was to me. But somebody told me that if you really loved somebody,you stayed with him no matter what. You had to fight for him." She laughe. "Hell, I was convinced.
Do not follow where the path may lead.
If your morals make you dreary, depend upon it they are wrong.
At the end of the day, it's still a show about guys who ride extremely fast motorcycles for a living.
Messengers and mountain bikers share a common chromosome.
Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live.
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