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 A drunken man walks into a biker bar, sits down at the bar and orders a drink. Looking around, he sees 3 men sitting at a corner table. He gets up, staggers to the table, leans over, looks the biggest, meanest, biker in the face and says: "I went by your grandma's house today and I saw her in the hallway buck naked. Man, she is one fine looking woman!" The biker looks at him and doesn't say a word. His buddies are confused, because he is one bad biker and would fight at the drop of a hat. The drunk leans on the table again and says: "I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had!" The biker's buddies are starting to get really mad but the biker still says nothing. The drunk leans on the table one more time and says: "I'll tell you something else, boy, your grandma liked it!" At this point the biker stands up, takes the drunk by the shoulders looks him square in the eyes and says: "Grandpa,....... Go home, you're drunk!" ...

 A drunken man walks into a biker bar, sits down at the bar and orders a drink. Looking around, he sees 3 men sitting at a corner table. He gets up, staggers to the table, leans over, looks the biggest, meanest, biker in the face and says: "I went by your grandma's house today and I saw her in the hallway buck naked. Man, she is one fine looking woman!" The biker looks at him and doesn't say a word. His buddies are confused, because he is one bad biker and would fight at the drop of a hat. The drunk leans on the table again and says: "I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had!" The biker's buddies are starting to get really mad but the biker still says nothing. The drunk leans on the table one more time and says: "I'll tell you something else, boy, your grandma liked it!" At this point the biker stands up, takes the drunk by the shoulders looks him square in the eyes and says: "Grandpa,....... Go home, you're drunk!" ...

 I?m not a real biker. As I was coming out of the camp shower, dressed island style, a lady I?m met at the event couple of years ago told me, ?You?re not a real biker, you?re not tattooed?. Odd, while watching bikes rolling out of pickup trucks and off of trailers, Saturday morning, I?d been wondering what had become of some of real bikers I?d met at the event. Guys like, Burnout, and his crew, who seemed to know how to make every second count. He couldn?t back a three-rail bike trailer worth a flip, but he could start a brush fire with the sparks that flew off of his Harley?s foot peg, in the corners. Instead, I meet this guy, tattooed all over, who starts telling me about his club over in ?Big City? and shows me his club?s colors tattooed on his arm (never heard of them). He tells me that since I?m a biker (not noticing my lack of tattoos), I should attend his club?s event. Its only $125 per ticket. ?You?re not going to hear some $150 blues band, the music is top drawer, Friday is ?Sinatra Night??. The Harley dealer from my town will be there, being a fellow club member. Tattoo guy is also the lawyer who negotiated the deal between him and Harley-Davidson... Maybe this is the point where he noticed my eyes glazing over. Later, out under the stars, trying to have a fulfilling music listening experience, my ears are abraded by an annoying low frequency intrusion. Some Euro trash is entertaining his friends by lampooning a famous motorcycle club. Bad form. Don?t get me wrong; there were a lot of solid, unpretentious riders and passengers. These are people for whom a motorcycle is not a fashion statement, and who don?t use the word, ?lifestyle?. The gal who told me I?m not a ?real biker? is one of these. She and her husband (no spring chickens) ride a pair of 250cc cruisers 170 miles and camp out at the event. So she tells me, ?your not a real biker, you?re not tattooed?. Then, I dropped my towel, and standing there, nekkid as the day I was born while her covetous eyes carressed m Sorry, running out of ink. Can?t finish. ...

 I?m not a real biker. As I was coming out of the camp shower, dressed island style, a lady I?m met at the event couple of years ago told me, ?You?re not a real biker, you?re not tattooed?. Odd, while watching bikes rolling out of pickup trucks and off of trailers, Saturday morning, I?d been wondering what had become of some of real bikers I?d met at the event. Guys like, Burnout, and his crew, who seemed to know how to make every second count. He couldn?t back a three-rail bike trailer worth a flip, but he could start a brush fire with the sparks that flew off of his Harley?s foot peg, in the corners. Instead, I meet this guy, tattooed all over, who starts telling me about his club over in ?Big City? and shows me his club?s colors tattooed on his arm (never heard of them). He tells me that since I?m a biker (not noticing my lack of tattoos), I should attend his club?s event. Its only $125 per ticket. ?You?re not going to hear some $150 blues band, the music is top drawer, Friday is ?Sinatra Night??. The Harley dealer from my town will be there, being a fellow club member. Tattoo guy is also the lawyer who negotiated the deal between him and Harley-Davidson... Maybe this is the point where he noticed my eyes glazing over. Later, out under the stars, trying to have a fulfilling music listening experience, my ears are abraded by an annoying low frequency intrusion. Some Euro trash is entertaining his friends by lampooning a famous motorcycle club. Bad form. Don?t get me wrong; there were a lot of solid, unpretentious riders and passengers. These are people for whom a motorcycle is not a fashion statement, and who don?t use the word, ?lifestyle?. The gal who told me I?m not a ?real biker? is one of these. She and her husband (no spring chickens) ride a pair of 250cc cruisers 170 miles and camp out at the event. So she tells me, ?your not a real biker, you?re not tattooed?. Then, I dropped my towel, and standing there, nekkid as the day I was born while her covetous eyes carressed m Sorry, running out of ink. Can?t finish. ...

 A good looking biker stops by the Harley shop to have his bike fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home. On the way home, he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and an anvil. Next, he stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, he now had a problem, how to carry all of his purchases home. The owner said, "Put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand." "Hey, thanks!" the biker said, and out the door he went. But in the parking lot, he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane?" The biker said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I live at 1616 Mockingbird Lane. Let's take my short cut and go down this alley. We'll be there in no time." The little old lady looked him over cautiously, then said, "I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me against the wall, pull up my skirt, and ravish me?" The biker said, "Holy smokes, Lady! I'm carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?" The lady said, "Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens." ...

 Every one is duty-bound to preserve the ecological environment. What can biker work to combat global warming? We should allows people to exchange motorcycle for free on most biker sites.I think that helps - less production energy involved in producing new motorcycle. Try to pass it on - not every motorcycle part needs to be new. Its something small, but every little bit helps. I have posted my opinion on one biker forum. think this topic should be published on all forum of biker sites. We should mobilize all biker to act. ...

 A good looking biker stops by the Harley shop to have his bike fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home. On the way home, he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and an anvil. Next, he stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, he now had a problem, how to carry all of his purchases home. The owner said, "Put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand." "Hey, thanks!" the biker said, and out the door he went. But in the parking lot, he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane?" The biker said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I live at 1616 Mockingbird Lane. Let's take my short cut and go down this alley. We'll be there in no time." The little old lady looked him over cautiously, then said, "I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me against the wall, pull up my skirt, and ravish me?" The biker said, "Holy smokes, Lady! I'm carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?" The lady said, "Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens." ...

 Is there a biker group in Delhi called Mototycoon (or moto tycoon)? What is their website and what is the procedure of joining ? I want to join a biker group. Can someone suggest any other good biker group?(not those stupid korrupt ryderz) ...

 Is there a biker group in Delhi called Mototycoon (or moto tycoon)? What is their website and what is the procedure of joining ? I want to join a biker group. Can someone suggest any other good biker group?(not those stupid korrupt ryderz) ...

 I have a wonderful friend who is a "Biker", I am not one, I love to ride on the back, but am too scared to ever try driving one. We connect on a lot of levels, have a lot in common, and really communicate good together. He usually only dates other "Bikers" and wants someone who will ride beside him, not just behind him. I am just curious what other "Bikers" think about if we tried taking our relationship further, which we both have talked about wondering if it would work or not. Please share your honest opinions. ...

 My sister and I want to go to Compass Cove in Myrtle beach with our 5 kids, but the date we could go would be May 20th- 25 or so. This is suppose to be the week between Biker week and Black Biker week. I was once there the week after black biker week. We had a blast but still loads of bikers, noisy and not really a family atmosphere. Has anyone been there between those 2 weeks or have any advice? Thanks! ...

 ok. so for cheer camp we have a theme day. where our squads have to dress in a theme. my squad picked biker babes. so i need a few biker names for myself! ...

 A crusty old biker, on a summer ride in the country, walks into a tavern and sees a sign hanging over the bar which reads: CHEESEBURGER: $1.50 CHICKEN SANDWICH: $2.50 HAND JOB: $1000 Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender serving drinks to a meager looking group of farmers. "Yes?" she inquires with a knowing smile, "can I help you?" "I was wondering," whispers the old biker, "are you the young lady who gives the hand-jobs?" "Yes," she purrs, "I am." The old biker replies, "Well wash your hands, I want a cheeseburger." ...

 ok. so for cheer camp we have a theme day. where our squads have to dress in a theme. my squad picked biker babes. so i need a few biker names for myself! ...