Motorcycle Mystique

Here’s a link to the first chapter: https://www.bikernet.com/pages/story_detail.aspx?id=15234 Bruno rode his performance Sportster hard along the Angeles Crest Highway daring sport bike guys to race him. He pushed himself to the brink of losing it over sheer cliffs or slamming into unforgiving rock walls. He refueled in Wrightwood a sleepy little mountain town just elevated […]

Editor’s Note: We are having some fun with the notion that bikers may become the cowboys of the future. So, we took liberties with a movie from 1974 with Burt Lancaster, called Valdez is Coming. Watch for the final chapter in April 2023. Bruno rode a Sportster like the wind caught fire. He rode hard and

As a kid growing up in Oklahoma in the ‘60s I was crazy about hot rods and motorcycles. My father passed away when I was 14. Mom didn’t drive. It was legal for a 14-year-old to ride a motor scooter of five horsepower or less. Mom bought me a Cushman Eagle to ride to school

Chopper Charlie was in a jam, he knew it. He stepped into too many dark alleys with the wrong guys. He told his old lady to pack everything she owned into her Buick Roadmaster station wagon and get ready to split. Melanie did as she was told. A tiny, bubbly thing, as cute as a

At the time, Jack worked at the local Harley dealership. He met even more bikers there though the greatest percentage of his customers were buying Honda parts. At the time, the CB450 was the largest displacement motorcycle in the Honda line. Shortly after, the 750 Four would be on the floor and things really began

This story is about a kid named Jack. Jack graduated from high school the summer following the Tet Offensive and he knew boys who made the ultimate sacrifice. The war weighed heavily on his mind, but it was also the government, shit in schools and the lack of freedom of choice that added to Jack’s

Mick grew up on the South side of Chicago on the edge of a coal mining district. His folks were poor, and dad died of cancer at a young age. He didn’t have much choice except to join the service directly out of High School and send half of his paychecks home. His dad didn’t

Hey, Johnny White and I have been discussing the significance of choppers, not just for the motorcycle industry but for men and women. What’s it means to build a chopper? How does it fit in the Zen of things? Why would anyone take a perfectly good, running stock motorcycle and bob or chop it? What’s

Bandit read her note again in a coffee shop at 1:00 in the morning. He hoped it wouldn’t happen, but he could feel it in her features and her comments. She was on the drift. Without her there was nothing except his favorite flannel and his leather saddlebags. Maybe it had to do with motorcycles

  The story starts with Bandit telling me about a big card game in the Badlands of South Dakota. We were drinking one night down the street from the Cantina getting about half lit. He drank Jack on the rocks, and I was drinking Beam. The only thing left was to break open a bottle