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Here’s the clan filling up for gas outside of Fort Collins CO. We’ve got them from left to right: Jerry Francis, 1950 Harley 74 Mike Sadusky, 1950 Harley 74 Warren Webber, 1950 Harley 74 Wendell Rea, 1942 Harley 45 notice the front knobbyThe true adventure riders: On Thanksgiving day while most Americans were sitting around […]

Not too long ago my mate Bullitt, whom some Bikernet readers know as the V-max riding professional soldier, came back home from some undisclosed overseas country where he’d accomplished some undisclosed military things.Having been on active duty for almost a full year, he was looking forward to a month off. Relaxing on the Barbary Coast

Some 3,126 miles later I arrived home already wondering when the next ride will begin. This ride was necessitated by a visit to Biketoberfest in Daytona Beach, Florida. And since the basic characteristics of a good ride do not include the most direct route, this one was no exception. It involved a 700-plus mile first

Why does the road, to what we really want, always have to be so fucking long? My love of riding comes very naturally. I grew up hearing the stories, my folks passed on, of my dad picking up my mom on whatever his current ride was and enjoying the night life of post war LA.

KimberlyWriter's Note: It’s finally Friday, and the Bonneville races have officially ended. I’m on a plane back home to USC and I just finished watching The World’s Fastest Indian once again. Let's see how it measured up to my experience. My Bonneville ExperienceI’m on the starting line about to do a run on a 1949

The date-June 12, 1994 the place-Plymouth Indiana the event-Plymouth Blackhawks Motorcycle Club (chartered 1946,) first ever AMA sanctioned 100+ Mile Dualsport Poker Run. Well, that's what it was. Now sit back and get ready to enjoy one of the funniest stories you will ever read. My name is Drew Gatewood and I have always enjoyed

The National Motorcycle Museum web site dangled the carrot: “An extensive collection of vintage motorcycles, thousands of photographs, posters, postcards and pieces of motorcycle memorabilia, plus a fabulous collection of antique toys and other surprises await you in Iowa.” Well, having already travelled halfway around the world from Australia and clocking up a few thousand

Editor’s Note: The follow was written by a recently retired U.S. service man, about his extended deployment to Korea, where he built a family, and brotherhood with fellow Harley Riders: Know as “The land of the morning calm,” Korea, as a nation, has been thought of as industrialgiant as far as technology goes, but that’s

Thursday, the 28th of February will be my 50th birthday. Needless to say, reflection remains a way of life. My mother recently sent a photograph from 1973, in it I have that straight hair, wear a paisley hippie chick shirt, tight blue jeans, with an obvious teenager attitude. I am ricocheted back to a time

The author and his '39 Chief.Ok, I know it’s ancient but my main ride today is a 1939 Indian Chief. I learned how to ride on one just like it in 1965 as a 19 year old boy from Brooklyn NY and a life long love affair began. My Dad often told me stories about

This is 1977, Rockford, Illinois. Next to me on the left was Barracuda, and Silent John. I was about 26 at the time, full of piss and vinegar. I was going to the annual Chili Burn at the Hells Henchmen clubhouse. I rode my 93-inch, S&S flywheels, cone Shovel. They didn't make engines back then.

THE PLACE: Known as the Kashi of Southern India, Harihareshwar is known for its seashore where the river Savitri enters the ocean. The town is surrounded by four hills named after Lords Harihareshwar, Harshinachal, Bramhadri and Pushpadri. Nearby is Shriwardhan, another place of interest and beauty. This was the Peshwa residence who governed for their

I was sittin’ quietly at the computer last night and behaving for a change. Baby, my dog, brought his Mesquite Log to the door and pounded it against the glass. Loudly! That’s his way of getting me to come out and play! It generally works, as I have NO desire to have an 18-inch chunk

I was invited to be a guest at a party the other night. I really didn’t want to go but went anyway. It was an Elvis party with a flashy Elvis impersonator and all the bullshit trimmings. Oh the joy. As I walked around I looked at all of these women, who looked and dressed

Editor's Note:Jared is the youngest employee on the US Avon Tyre staff. Enjoy his youthful inspiration. –BanditI remember a particular enlightening time in my life. It contained quite possibly my single greatest act of stupidity, and ended up teaching me more than I will probably ever be able to really put into words.  I was

The Author on his ride in India.Let me take you to a ride where five guys confirmed, four guys started but only three of us made it–after facing 300 troubles on the way. One Saturday, I was sitting with a hopeless evening to come, and a weekend containing no exciting prospects? Now that was sad,

Bandit I've been coming to your web site for a couple years now, and have enjoyedhow much you keep your readers informed about some of the bullshit thathappens to bikers out here. I've read a couple articles on your site, aboutincidents of road rage against bikers, and have decided to write to youhoping you would

“I love the freedom.” “I ride to avoid traffic on the commute”, “I ride because it helps me clear my head,” or “I just love it!”…We have all reasons why we ride. And, we all know these reasons can change depending on the person or situation. For example, this past weekend, I needed a cinnamon

At last, there it is, the bridge over the Colorado River, the viaduct that will deliver me from the oppressive helmet law in CA to the freedom to ride bare headed in AZ. The ride from the O.C. through the inferno known as the Mohave Desert had been grueling beyond imagination. In the middle of

About two months ago, one of my riding buddies suggested a ride through Death Valley. Was he serious?! Death Valley; where the rocks seem to come alive as the shadows from the ever-present sun play tricks on your eyes. Death Valley; where men have lost their fortunes, their sanity and their very lives. Death Valley;

The bikes involved in the third world adventure. I sat, groggy eyed, fighting the hangover from hell, listening to this guy talking about his “wondrous journey” halfway across the world. Being in this industry, I have heard some far out, wild and crazy shit. As I tried to dig my fingers into the mealworm and

Editor’s Note: This article was supplied to Bikernet courtesy of Cycle Source Magazine and the writer. They do a helluva job printing out-of-the-ordinary road tales and techs. We are proud to re-publish this piece.–BanditPart 1 Still the searcher must ride the dark horse.Racing alone in his fright.Tell me why, tell me why.–Neil YoungWhy would you

My name is SSgt KC Sanger. I just wanted to write and say thanks for a great website. The little time I get on a computer over here in Iraq is spent checking out your site. I have been going to this site every week for the last 3 years. When I get back to

We'd been on the road for a few days, and the group was ready for a break. Traveling across the Midwest is bad enough, but more than a day or two gets real old, real quick. The temps were in the 90s and the crosswinds weren't being kind to us at all. As if on