Quotes About Motorcycle

Marla said, This isn't like when guys sit backward on the toilet and pretend it's a motorcycle. This is a genuine accident.

The motorcycle crashed into the wine cellar of the hotel's restaurant. There must be a hundred broken bottles of vintage wine flowing down a drain in the floor.

If you're having a party, don't forget the Erik Estrada gourmet chips. Did you say "Erik who?" Tsk-tsk. How could you forget his dramatic stylings as a motorcycle cop in CHiPs? Get it now? The chips have the bitter aftertaste of fleeting fame and broken dreams.

People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it's safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs. People are very inclined to set moral standards for others.

Women are sort of like motorcycle gangs with me. They get really shy and polite. I don't know why.

I was in the 4th grade, and one day I didn't want to be in class. My father had just gotten a new Harley-Davidson, and he came and took me out of class. He said it was too beautiful to be indoors, so we stayed out all day.

The swaggering personal habits of the bitter self-made men only confirmed my adolescent understanding of the social order. Riding a BMW motorcycle without a helmet, taking no shit from the police, drinking Wild Turkey at all hours of the day, carrying a .45 automatic tucked into their waistband—if that wasn't working class, what was?

Note to self: Never ride a motorcycle in stilettos and a miniskirt.

My mother was an orthopedic nurse for 20 years, and she forbade all of us children to ever get on a motorcycle, and we listened.

I have a guy who does my hair. He's a car nut. And he was taking motorcycle lessons. And, what was my point?

There's nothing like a Harley-Davidson for getting around mud holes, rocks, and wagon ruts on dirt roads—or for making an impression on girls.

And since your brainstem can't tell time, or know that many years have passed, it activates the stress response and you have a full-blown threat response. You feel and act as if you are under attack. Your brainstem can't say, 'Hey, don't get so stirred up, Korea was thirty years ago. That sound was simply a motorcycle backfiring.

Primeiro, uma noite passada no meio de gente armada a beber vodka e, agora, pelos vistos, eu era a primeira pessoa a entrar na antiga União Soviética a fazer acrobacias numa mota. Viva a Rússia!

This edition of The Motorcycle Diaries, the notes describing a journey made without hesitation, aboard the noisy motorcycle La Poderosa II (which gave out halfway, but only after transmitting to the adventure a joyous impulse we, too, receive), free as the wind, with the sole purpose of getting to know the world, is dedicated to people whose youth is not merely sequential, but wholehearted and spiritual.

We all love X but want to fuck Z. Z is so gleaming, so crystalline, so unlikely to bitch at you for neglecting to take out the recycling. Nobody has to haggle with Z. Z doesn't wear a watch. Z is like a motorcycle with no one on it. Beautiful. Going nowhere.

It's Esmé Squalor!" an Elder cried. "She used to be the city's sixth most successful financial advisor, but now she works with Count Olaf!" "I heard the two of them are dating!" Mrs. Morrow said in horror. "We are dating!" Esmé cried in triumph. She climbed aboard Olaf's motorcycle and tossed her helmet to the ground, showing that she cared no more about motorcycle safety than she did about the welfare of crows.

was dressed in black jeans, black motorcycle boots, a black T-shirt, and a black leather motorcycle jacket.

It wasn't until I went to college and I got my first motorcycle that I understood the thrill of speed.

I don't write under the ghost of Faulkner. I live in the same town and find his life and work inspiring, but that's it. I have a motorcycle and tool along the country lanes. I travel at my own speed.

I think there's a stereotype of what a biker is, and I think that's one of the reasons people are shocked when they find out that I ride. I've been trying to break down the stereotypes and inspire new riders.

Ewan McGregor and I ate a lot of strange things on our motorcycle journey around the world, but the strangest had to be a meal we had in Mongolia.

I look my best when I take my helmet off after a long motorcycle ride. I have a glow and a bit of helmet hair.

When I was old enough to ride a motorcycle and got my license, I bought a '69 Sportster.

My dad had a Vincent Black Shadow, which was a quite particular thing: it was the fastest cycle of its era... It sparked a world for me; when I was old enough, I got a motorcycle.