Quotes About Motorcycle

It's really fun to think about what it would be like to see Walter Davidson step onto a modern-day motorcycle. He'd probably go insane! But motorcycles were such a part of him.

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1885 did engines improve to the point that Gottfried Daimler got around to installing one on a bicycle to create the first motorcycle;

I did some great work with my Calvin Klein ads on the motorcycle. It was really groundbreaking because people hadn't seen a woman actually riding a motorcycle before.

My dreams for the future are simple: work, a happy, healthy family, a lovely long motorcycle ride, and continuing the struggle to awaken people to the need for serious human rights reform.

I'm a Santa Ana boy from 1940 to all my life. And Santa Ana was different only in the fact that Orange County was just small. Hell, I used to ride my motorcycle through the orange groves, and now it's tracts of homes.

So it just goes to show you that it was always the Hells Angels first. They were the originals and all other clubs try and imitate what the Hells Angels have already done.

Manuel was in his early thirties, well spoken, handsome in his motorcycle leathers, patient with my questions, and polite

Y yo que tengo moto no me imagino una mejor combinación que la de una chamarra de piel negra con una calavera cosida detrás. Todavía no la tengo, pero no hay día en que no piense en ella. ¿Yo galancito? Nunca. No esta en mi sangre. Aún así me sigo preguntando si habrá una vecina que se interese en ser la novia de un proyecto de rufián.

Evel Knievel bet me $25,000 I couldn't ride a motorcycle 650 miles from Las Vegas to Twin Falls, Idaho.

Out of a year, a half-dozen stunts are pretty tough. The rest are kinda routine. To go out and slide cars around and lay a motorcycle down hell, you do that without even thinking. But on the tough things, you put an awful lot of planning into it.

Sì, è vero, andavo bene a scuola. Certo, facevo bene un sacco di altre cose. Ma io volevo correre. Forte, fortissimo. Con la moto. E l'ho fatto. Pensa se non ci avessi provato.

I'm so excited I had a seven-car police motorcycle escort. I've had escorts before, but nothing like this... I'm really in awe, coming here and seeing so many cars, so much enthusiasm.

A year from now, you won't remember why you stayed home, but you never forget a motorcycle trip.

It was the kind of trip, sooner or later, you have to make. Especially if you are a motorcyclist and always looking for a good reason to travel. Or in my case even a fairly mediocre reason of practically no discernable consequence or socially redeeming value.

Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. When I ride through Beverly Hills in the early morning, and all the sprinklers have turned off, the scents that wash over me are just heavenly. Being House is like flying, too. You're free of the gravity of what people think.

Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. Being House is like flying, too. He's free of the gravity of what people think.

I was sweating like a bottle of beer in a biker bar

Moving to the trailer, I watched as the Bear used a shiny cloth to remove what dust had collected on the Indian motorcycle. "Why do people ride these contraptions anyway?" He checked the tie-down straps, and stood "Freedom." "Freedom to be an organ donor."...

Okay, I said to Karrin. Let's move. Uh, she asked, without turning her head. move where? The island, I said. Harry, this is a motorcycle. It'll work, I said. Look at it. Karrin jerked as she noted the appearance of the Harley. You want me to drive into the lake. You have to admit, I said, it isn't the craziest thing I've ever asked you to do. It isn't even the craziest thing I've asked you to do tonight .

There was a roar from the shadow-tiger mask around the Harley, and Murphy swept up alongside the boat. I leapt down onto the back of the bike in a single smooth motion, which I felt was cool, and landed with too much of my weight on my genitals, which I felt was not.

I leaned into Karrin a little and said, next to her ear, You ready for this? Only a lunatic is ready for this, she said. I could hear her smile as she spoke. Then she turned her head and, before I could react, planted a kiss right on my mouth. I almost fell off the Harley. She drew her head back, flashed me a wicked little smile, and said, For luck. Star Wars -style. You are so hot right now, I told her.

Bikers don't wear all that leather around simply for the fashion value or possible felony assaults. It's handy for keeping the highway from ripping the skin from your flesh should you wind up losing control of the bike and sliding along the asphalt for a while.

I had a major motorcycle accident on CHIPs that gave me a 50-50 chance to live. I broke a lot of bones and fractured ribs and broken wrists.