There will be a Full Moon Harley ride this Saturday nite out of BR Harley Davidson. From whatI understand, we will have a police escort! See you there.
Escort Yeah, I agree. With the influx of "Free Riders" who amongst them are lawyers, politicians, yacht captains (oh snap) Harleys have gained repect. The nice thing about a police escort Saturday nite is that we will get to keep our feet off of the pavement!!
Sorry couldn't make it, But I hope you have your rain gear. At 7.02 pm on Ft. Lauderdale beach its light rain. to the north looks like good one coming, Good Luck"
Hurricanes, blizzards, ice storms, electrical storms, rain, snow, heat, cold, bugs in teeth and inconsiderate drivers. Now I remember why I sold my bike.
Should have stayed in Florida... Sold my Hog in Texas some years ago, got nervous..Not because of other drivers, but becuase of self: As a single guy I would dress up in my black T-shirt, ride the Harley to nearest biker bar, drink Buds all night, then ride home on the freeway with wide open throttle trying to see how fast the beast would go..(120 mph ) Put 6000 miles on the FXR doing crazy stuff, then got married and sold the bike. No more, biker bars, bimbos or Harleys..Kind of sad, but nothing wrong with staying alive instead and sailing to the Bahamas on days off..
Biker and the Bridge The Biker and the Bridge A man was riding his Harley along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head...In a booming voice, the Lord said, "Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish." The biker pulled over and said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want." The Lord said, "Your request is materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required to reach to bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time, and think of something that could possibly help mankind." The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, "Lord, I wish that I, and all men, could understand our wives; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and how I can make my woman truly HAPPY." And the Lord replied...... "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"
Heaven, Hell, and Bill Gates Bill Gates dies in a car accident. He finds himself in purgatory, being sized up by St. Peter. "Well, Bill, I'm really confused on this call; I'm not sure where to send you. After all, you helped society enormously by putting a computer in almost every home in America, yet you also created that ghastly Windows'95. I'm going to do something I've never done before. In your case; I'm going to let you decide whether you want to go to Heaven or Hell." Bill replied, "Well, what's the difference between the two?" St. Peter: "I'm willing to let you visit both places briefly, if it will help your decision." Bill: "Fine, but where should I go first?" St. Peter: "I'll leave that up to you." "Okay then," said Bill, "Let's try Hell first." So Bill went to Hell. It was a beautiful, clean, sandy beach with clear waters and lots of bikini-clad women running around, playing in the water, laughing, and frolicking about. The sun was shining; the temperature was perfect. Bill was very pleased. "This is great!" he told St. Peter. "If this is hell, I REALLY want to see heaven!" "Fine," said St. Peter, and off they went. Heaven was a place high in the clouds, with angels drifting about, playing harps and singing. It was nice, but not as enticing as Hell. Bill thought for a minute, and rendered his decision. "Hmmm. I think I'd prefer Hell," he told St. Peter. "Fine," retorted St. Peter, "as you desire." So Bill Gates went to Hell. Two weeks later, St. Peter decided to check on the late billionaire to see how he was doing in Hell. When he got there, he found Bill, shackled to a wall, screaming amongst hot flames in dark caves, being burned and tortured by demons. "How's everything going?" he asked Bill. Bill responded, with his voice filled with anguish and disappointment, "This is awful! This is nothing like the Hell I visited two weeks ago! I can't believe this is happening! What happened to that other place, with the beautiful beaches, the scantily-clad women playing in the water?" "That was a demo," replied St. Peter read more at www.joke-archivs.com