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jjmeadowlark

My favorite:

“And I to my motorcycle Parked like the soul of the junkyard restored, a bicycle fleshed With power, and tore off up highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth wringing the handlebar for speed wild to be wreckage forever”-James Dickey

Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul. - Anon.

Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death. -Hunter Thompson

RT

The best alarm clock is sunshine on chrome. ~Author Unknown

Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window. ~Author Unknown

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welshrob

Jenny rode a Honda,
Sat upon the bars,
every time she hit a bump,
The key went up her ars*

Boom Boom.

Actually, I had to clean this one up. Originally, the second line read... "Sat upon the front."

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"An unarmed man can only flee from evil and evil is not overcome by fleeing from it."

welshrob

There was an old feller named Horton,
Who was castrated by a 63 Norton,
It wasn`t the springs,
Or mechanical things,
But the seat, that his nuts got-a-caught on.

Boom Boom.

I just made that up.

But you can probably tell...

OK, I`m bored, I`ll go and hang around on facebook and post rubbish....

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"An unarmed man can only flee from evil and evil is not overcome by fleeing from it."

jonkster

Once upon my old 250, while it spluttered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious road forgotten by the law,
While I motored, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping
As of some piston gently thwacking, thwacking at my new re-bore

"Tis the oil ring" I muttered, "tapping at my new re-bore
Only this and nothing more."

The motor did not grow stronger; hesitating more and longer,
"Yer bucket of bolts keep running!" I implore;
But the fact is it was cracking, and not so gently whacking,
Big end crunching, tappets plunking, grinding noises at my new re-bore,

But I was sure I could ride it - then rear wheel locked, I hit the floor;
Silence there, and nothing more.

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MassiveAttack

Not bike-specific, bt this moto tune is always pumping in my helmet on drab slabs:

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I've got wheels of polished steel
I've got tires that grab the road
I've got seats that selflessly hold my friends
And a trunk that can carry the heaviest of loads

I've got a mind that can steer me to your house
And a heart that can bring you red flowers
My intentions are good and earnest and true
But under my hood is internal combustion power

And Satan is my motor
(satan is my motor)
Hear my motor purr

edit - Cake. Satan Is My Motor

HiDesert

Okay, those of you who want to submit limericks are advised to read the AUP first...

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BonnieBlack

A little Hunter S Thompson from Hell's Angels.

It's just a section of a longer passage right from the last pages of the last chapter, but before the postscript. If you haven't read the book, next time your at the book store just read the last part starting with "So it was always at night, like a werewolf, that I would take the thing out for an honest run down the coast."

Hell's Angels was early in HST's career and I don't think his writing had taken on that bass-beat poetry I love about him, that aggressiveness with the tempo of music. But that last passage shows all the Hunter yet to come, it's way beautiful.

"But with the throttle screwed on, there is only the barest margin, and no room at all for mistakes. It has to be done right... and that's when the strange music starts, when you stretch your luck so far that fear becomes exhilaration and vibrates along your arms. You can barely see at a hundred; the tears blow back so fast that they vaporize before they get to your ears. The only sounds are the wind and a dull roar floating back from the mufflers. You watch the white line and try to lean with it... howling through a turn to the right, then to the left, and down the long hill to Pacifica... letting off now, watching for cops, but only until the next dark stretch and another few seconds on the edge... The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others- the living- are those who pushed their luck as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later. But the edge is still Out there. Or maybe it's In. The association of motorcycles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, to the place of definitions."

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Winter < Summer

TIE-Pilot23

Jesus and Mary Chain
"The Living End"...

I get ahead on my motorbike
I get ahead on my motorbike
I feel so quick in my leather boots
I feel so quick in my leather boots
My mood is black when my jacket's on
My mood is black when my jacket's on
And I'm in love with myself
And I'm in love with myself
There's nothing else but me
There's nothing else but me
And an empty road
And a cool cool wind and it makes feel so good
Just like I knew it would
Just like I knew it would
I get so wild on my motorbike
I get so wild on my motorbike
I'm breaking loose on this moonlit night
I'm breaking loose on this moonlit night
I cut the road like a sharpened knife
I cut the road like a sharpened knife
And I'm in love with myself
And I'm in love with myself
There's nothing else but me
There's nothing else but me
And an empty road
And a cool cool wind makes me feel so good
I'm moving too fast, * I'm moving too fast *
I'm moving so fast that I can't control the wheels
I'm moving so fast, * I'm moving so fast *
Yeah, I'm going for a tree, yeah it's going for me, yeah
My head is dripping into my leather boots.

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roadscum

The Motorcycle Song
words and music by Arlo Guthrie

CHORUS:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcy...cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:

CHORUS

Just last week I was on my bike
I run into a friend named Mike
Run into my friend named Mike
Mike no longer has a bike. He cries:

CHORUS

©1967-1969 Appleseed Music Inc. (ASCAP)

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"One of the things that make motorcycling so great because it never fails to give you a feeling of freedom and adventure." - Steve McQueen