Tagged: Biker Culture

Testing Your F***ing Ignition And Other Useful Motorcycle Repair Tips You Cheap Ass JackLeg

One of the things I love most about the whole world of motorcycles is the completely over the top array of characters you meet on the road, around town, or hanging out working on or watching someone work on bikes. Working on motorcycles is an acquired skill which, given enough years standing over various basket […]

Glory Days Motorcycle Rally, Val Du Lakes, June, 2015 – Dig It

Glory Days June 26 – June 28 Jun 26 at 12:00pm to Jun 28 at 5:00pm Val Du Lakes Mears, Michigan 49455 Make sure you don’t miss out on this years hottest Midwest bike event. Unlike any other event with fun activities and awesome live bands to be announced… Bikers and Babes… Camping on site, […]

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The Killer – Jerry Lee Lewis

Jerry Lee Lewis, the greatest singer and piano player in the history of hillbilly music, has been married seven times – and he’s still very much alive.

Give that a second or two to sink in. Seven times. Still alive.

The Killer – Jerry Lee Lewis

Jerry Lee Lewis, the greatest singer and piano player in the history of hillbilly music, has been married seven times – and he’s still very much alive.

Give that a second or two to sink in. Seven times. Still alive.

A Historical Timeline of the Harley Davidson Motor Company

In 1903 Harley and Arthur Davidson build the first production Harley-Davidson motorcycle in 1903. It features a a 116cc engine working from a 10 x 15-foot shed on Chestnut Street in Milwaukee. That’s still the address of Harley-Davidson’s corporate office.

MotoPed – For When It All Goes Wrong

You’re going to need a bike with some storage space and a serious amount of range. The Survival Bike has you covered.

You Can Buy Marlon Brando’s 1969 Harley Davidson

During those early years in New York, I often got on my motorcycle in the middle of the night and went for a ride–anyplace. There wasn’t much crime in the city then, and if you owned a motorcycle, you left it outside your apartment and in the morning it was still there. It was wonderful on summer nights to cruise around the city at one, two, or three A.M. wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a girl on the seat behind me. If I didn’t start out with one, I’d find one.