The rule among most bikers is you don’t ride another man’s scooter. Although I suppose it’s ok to help kick start a buddy’s bike if he’s feeling a little weak and unable to preform. 62% of all bike accidents are when a guy is riding someone else’s bike. Don’t believe me? Try it. Let someone ride your bike, find out for yourself.
As a friend once told me “There’s no cheaper or better therapy than a motorbike.” We spend a lot of time and money on our bikes and riding. And I don’t know any bikers that ride their bikes to the psychiatrists office. I suppose even if you did have an appointment with the head shrink once you got on your bike you’d blow that appointment off real quick.
There’s nothing like a night on the town with your best girl. Dinner, drinks and to cap it off a little dancing under the stars. When we were at our favorite dance hall recently the wife remarked that it was nice the owner put some fake stars up on the black ceiling. I didn’t have the heart to tell her those were holes in the ceiling and roof and she was seeing real stars. Just as well. Didn’t want to spoil the mood by pointing out something trivial like that. You’d think that with all the money that tittie bar rakes in they could spend a little on things like a leaking roof.
Did you ever know one of those guys who wants to try new approaches to engineering a bike or a truck and it always made you wonder if he was always one and a half bubbles off plumb? Yeah, me too. I try not to be around the shop when one of these guys is using the acetylene torch. It get downright scary when they yell over “Hey, can you give me a hand over here”.
I hate to have to admit this but I love it when guys do these crazy design exercises and build some crazy bike that no one could ride more that a few blocks. How else do you stretch the envelope and find new ways to improve the machine? I say have at it boys, try something weird and wild. Let’s see what’s rolling around in that big empty space between the ear holes. Never know when something might drip out and make a real difference in the universe.
Isn’t new technology cool. All this new thinking, creative approaches to solving old problems. Don’t let it be said that motobasturds don’t do their share of improving life for those who ride. I know we’re all about old school and all that but show us a better way that doesn’t spit in the face of tried and true moto practices and we’re all for the new stuff. Just let us apply new techo in our own style.
Or so I’m told. Anyway, we’ll let todays cartoon speak for itself. I’m coming up on 300 comics in just over 2 years and I’ve got to say it’s been fun. I’m getting better with the art and hopefully getting a little better with the writing of gags. If you don’t agreed with that assessment, tough. Get your own webcomic. All I can say is I’m looking forward to more lame jokes and crappy motorbikes drawings. It’s about the only thing left that’s any fun for me anymore. Well this and riding motorbikes, drinking beer, eating pizza, watching stupid movies, fishing, getting lost in the woods, looking for deals on ebay, farting, spitting, wrenching on bikes, getting lost, well you get the idea.
Nothing quite like getting published. Even better if you can get a picture of yourself published. If you’ve got something witty and eloquent to say you might even find fame and fortune. That’s the state of the internet today, get a fancy website and become a famous blogger/writer/artist. Better yet get someone else to say something about you on their blog or website and you know you’ve hit the big time. Now where’s that big payday?
If you’re serious about your riding skills you’ve got to have the attitude of a fined tuned athlete. Working out, getting plenty of rest and watching your diet. Diet is probably the most important thing, it’s just like what you put in your bikes tank. You don’t put the cheap stuff in there if you care about how your scooter runs. You’ve got to put only the finest things in your bodies fuel tank. So let’s stay away from those quick stop hot roller dogs. A quality burger or pizza and a good locally brewed ale is just the ticket. Training begins now!
Sometimes it’s better to be smart that lucky. Because it’s entirely possible that instead of lucky you find yourself unlucky. Mmmmmm. Road kill. I smell something cooking in the old stew pot. Can’t wait to see what’s for dinner.