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Talk => Speaking Of Bikes... => Topic started by: Kill Switch on June 15, 2005, 09:45:20 PM

Title: Why motorcycles?
Post by: Kill Switch on June 15, 2005, 09:45:20 PM
Why?  What makes us do it?
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Post by: Sasquatch on June 16, 2005, 06:21:55 AM
Because it is almost as much fun as sex but much less expensive.
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Post by: ChrisN on June 16, 2005, 11:14:32 AM
Because if they invented it today it would be banned !
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Post by: robbo on June 16, 2005, 11:39:00 AM
Because you cant be nagged if you donÌt have an intercom
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Post by: 52blackshadow on June 16, 2005, 05:34:57 PM
I don't know, it's just something I always seem to have done!



Shadow.
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Post by: Brock on June 16, 2005, 08:38:32 PM
It's better than sex 'cos you don't have to have a bath before you do it (or one afterwards if things get messy).
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Post by: greg on June 16, 2005, 10:28:36 PM
Occasionally it IS better than sex

It's completely selfish

It demands 100% attention and is thus the best form of headwashing

You get to lean down to chavs at the lights and say 'You sure got a pretty mouth boy'
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Post by: Brock on June 17, 2005, 09:42:03 PM
Hee hee hee...I like that!
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Post by: Drofsereb on June 17, 2005, 10:15:40 PM
Because it's like my other hobby - playing trumpet in a soul band horn section - it saves you from being 'ordinary', for those moments when someone at work says 'well, what did you do at the weekend?' and you smile before you reply, and for the number of times the reply they give  when you tell them is 'I wish I could/had/still did....' :cry:

Because sometimes the fear of dying is the best way to remember you're alive, because it's better to go to the expense, trouble and risk now and regret you've done it rather than regret in 30 years that you didn't.



But mostly, because you can't really explain why............. :wink:
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Post by: robbo on June 17, 2005, 10:40:05 PM
DUDE! Way to philosophical 8)
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Post by: Kill Switch on June 18, 2005, 02:08:47 AM
Quote from: "Drofsereb"Because it's like my other hobby - playing trumpet in a soul band horn section - it saves you from being 'ordinary', for those moments when someone at work says 'well, what did you do at the weekend?' and you smile before you reply, and for the number of times the reply they give  when you tell them is 'I wish I could/had/still did....' :cry:

Because sometimes the fear of dying is the best way to remember you're alive, because it's better to go to the expense, trouble and risk now and regret you've done it rather than regret in 30 years that you didn't.



But mostly, because you can't really explain why............. :wink:



Interesting.  I would agree with all you say as would my buddies with whom I had discussed.  I tend to dig the "zone"...when I am thinking of many things but totally aware and watching for that one incident that could break my back.  Steve MacQueen said it made him feel like a man.  And then again there is the old joke about how a man might feel having that much power between his legs.  :lol:
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Post by: blacktiger on June 18, 2005, 07:47:51 AM
It's a hot wire up my ass when I'm riding.



It  gives  me a " trump card" to play when I am

captured by a bunch of boring turds at some fucking

social event.



Thinking about it keeps me from popping a cap in my

coworkers heads.



Please  jesus forgive me for that  one...
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Post by: Kill Switch on June 18, 2005, 02:36:02 PM
Quote from: "bmsbike"It's a hot wire up my ass when I'm riding.



It  gives  me a " trump card" to play when I am

captured by a bunch of boring turds at some fucking

social event.



Thinking about it keeps me from popping a cap in my

coworkers heads.



Please  jesus forgive me for that  one...



I am lucky...I get to ride into and from work (50 minutes each way).  I can't tell you how much that contributes to the enjoyment of my day and helps relieve cubicle castration.
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Post by: greg on June 20, 2005, 02:08:42 PM
Quote from: "bmsbike"It's a hot wire up my ass when I'm riding.



It  gives  me a " trump card" to play when I am

captured by a bunch of boring turds at some fucking

social event.



Thinking about it keeps me from popping a cap in my

coworkers heads.



Please  jesus forgive me for that  one...



When you have finished with your co-workers do you think, if I paid your fares, you could sort some troublesome neighbours out for me? I would be very grateful.
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Post by: Beruisis on June 21, 2005, 03:57:11 AM
bmsbike, I have to agree with your reasoning. I  like it. I live in Dallas but work in Houston 2-3 days a week. I see you're from north Houston.

Beruisis
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Post by: modre on June 22, 2005, 03:20:34 PM
us cavemen always found an adrenline rush standing in the pre-storm winds mentally communing with and tempting the Gods...or mastering the wild beast to our service and amusement...lessors are afraid to, and chicks dig the bad boy...others just like the buzz on their nuts.
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