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"THE BIKER'S CODE"
-Author Unknown–
It used to be that all bikers shared a common bond, an unspoken code of ethics and behavior that transcended words and was built on actions.
There was never a bible written on this Biker's Code and there was no need for such. But the times are a-changin' and there seems to be a lot of new riders out there. These days the riders you see blastin' down the road are just as likely to be clad in shorts and sneakers as jeans and engineer boots. And the roughest, toughest-looking biker you pull up next to could be your doctor or lawyer and may be wearin' a Rolex watch under his leathers. There's nothing wrong with that, so long as these new riders learn the Code just as we old-timers did.
Being a biker used to be about using your creativity to take a basket case old hawg and using only grit and ingenuity, turning it into a one-of-a-kind eye dazzler, then risking your life on the asphalt on a bike you made yourself out of pride. Bikers wore leather and grease because they knew cagers would just as soon run them down as look at them, so they had to be intimidating. We were a breed unto ourselves with no union, no support group, and in many cases, no family (they threw us out). We had to make it in the world of our own, against all rules, against mainstream society, and against all odds. We survived and prospered because of the Biker Code and we never took shit from anybody.
As an old scooter bro once said, "It's every tramp's job to school the young. How else are they gonna know a Panhead from a bed pan?" With that in mind, we bring you a primer on the basic two-wheeled Code.
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Take heed, brothers and sisters, for our Code is a hallowed one filled with honor and loyalty, the likes of which have not been since the days of knighthood: Don't take any shit. Be kind to women, children and animals, but don't take any bullshit. This is an essential part of being a biker. It has to do with respect and honor. Anyone can be a quick-tempered fool.
Be cool, stand tall and backup what you say with action. Never lie, cheat or steal. Another way of saying this is to always tell the truth. Bikers know that his word is his bond. Your word is all you have in life that is truly yours. Guard it carefully and be something noble, for you are
a true knight of the road.
Don't snitch. If you see a wrong, fight it yourself, if you are about anything you'll take care of problems yourself and never feel the need to snitch someone off. Snitches are the lowest life forms on earth, right up there with biker thieves.
Don't Whine. Absolutely no one likes or respects a whiner. Another way to say this is hold your mud. Still another way to think of it is, "Don't sweat the small stuff" Most of life's little inconveniences work themselves out whether you whine or not. Keep your chin up, dammit! You're a biker, not some lowly snail. Never say die and never give up. Whether it's in a fight, a debate, or a business deal, no matter how bad it gets, a biker never gives up.
Help others. When a brother or sister is broken down by the side of the road, always stop and help them. Even moral support, if that is all you can give, is better than riding on by. Remember life is about the journey, the ride, not getting there. You already are there. And don't just help bikers, show the world that we are better than our image portrays us. Courtesy costs you nothing and gives you everything.
Stick to your guns. Do what you say you'll do, be there when you say you will. This is called integrity. This also goes back to standing for something. Like the song says, "You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything." Life is not a drill. Yeah, this ain't no dress rehearsal. This is life -- go out and take big bites of it. You've got no time to lose and bikers don't stand around waiting for the party to come to them. You only go around once. Tomorrow you could be road kill, thanks to a chain smoker asleep at the wheel of his Caddy. Live life now, make the most of each moment.
All right, now let's review. You are a biker, a modern-day knight of the road. Protect the weak, walk tall and stand proud. Your word is your bond. Stick to your guns. Don't take any shit. Life is not a drill. Now go forth and ride. When in doubt, ride. That's what we do...ride. If you want to ride around in a Day-Glo Hawaiian shirt and sandals, go for it, but if you intend to look like an idiot, at least don't act like an idiot.
These commandments are just a few of the broad strokes, there is a lot more to being a biker than buying a bike. If you just buy a bike, you are a motorcyclist. Being a biker is a way of life, a proud way of life we hold in high regard with a burning passion for the open highway.
What say you?

Well folks I got in my first car wreck today. Been driving since 1975 and riding longer than that and never had a wreck till now. I usually drive an ancient, heavy 1979 Mercedes Benz for the last 4 years and am so used to it it feels like an extension of me. About a week ago my sweetie Roger got me a new car cuz the old Mercedes is needing a bit of work. Little things like the heater blower is out so the defroster doesn't work but that's no problem. I just carry a scraper in the car and a rag with me to wipe the frost off the inside of the windshield. No heat can circulate because of no blower motor so we just wrap up in a blanket and it's fine. The radio, dash and console lights work when I hit a big enough bump and keep working till I hit another big bump. The fuel gauge reads 1/8 tank for a long time until suddenly it reads below reserve and it's out of diesel. The speedometer works great though, sometimes, when it isn't buzzing and bouncing up and down between 10 mph and whatever speed you're really driving. Oh, yes, the sunroof opens great! Course, if you want it shut that is a little complicated. All in all a wonderful old car that runs like a tank, gets 28 mpg and gets me from point a to point b.

Roger decided I needed a car that is nice and everything works on so he bought me a cute little tiny Nissan Pathfinder. It's 4x4 and has a very spunky v-6 engine so when you step on the gas pedal it scoots! I love the cute little thing. So I was on my maiden voyage driving it 13 miles to the next town feeling all cocky sitting up high in my little Japmobile. Well... last night it snowed several inches, about 8 of them, then rained then snowed again. The roads are so nasty slick it's hard to even walk on them so I knew to go slow. Was doing about 50 mph when the back end tried to pass the front end so I slowed down to 45 and hit another ice patch and again the back end broke loose. I corrected, got going straight again and slowed down to 40. Now I was sure I was going slow enough and the back end seemed to be behaving itself. Seemed to be, but... suddenly we were spinning around and around and around like a carnival ride and then sliding across the road, flying into the ditch and a huge drift of snow. We landed with a loud WHUMP sound and were still. There we sat and a couple stopped to see if we needed any help and then a man with a railroad truck came by and offered to let us wait in his warm truck and use his cell phone to call for help. A Sheriff's deputy stopped and said to call them if we need traffic control when we pull it out of the ditch, did not ticket me, just offered to help, and everyone was so helpful. The first thing I said when the car came to a stop was "Thank you God" My son said "Mom why did you thank God?" "We just got in a wreck" So I told him We are not hurt, the little car is not hurt, we need to be thankful. I think he got it. So that was my maiden voyage in the new car. Guess I need weight in the back and new snow tires instead of all season radials. Lesson learned. Japmobile does not behave the same as Krautmeister in the ice and snow. Note to self, (Learn to drive).

I have this fantasy that keeps re occurring...I'm sitting in my chair here at the computer just chatting with friends...a knock on my door and then it opens...he walks in..tall, smiling, and those eyes, sultry, full of promising delites.
He leans down and kisses me. Softly, deeply and gently. He then kneels down and pulls my lace panties aside..and kisses my neck, letting his tongue travel down to my nipples, while his finger gently enters me....he pulls my legs towards him so that he has easier access to my wet, throbbing pussy...as his tongue travels down to my abdomen, and his finger is going in and out...slowly, then he adds another finger and I moan in pure ecstasy. I run my fingers through his dark hair, silky and soft on my fingers. I can't wait anymore...I slide off the chair and onto the floor, with his help, he lays me down softly and plunges his tongue into me and I scream out in pleasure. I struggle to sit up, because I want to feel his skin, and to taste him. I pull his head up and kiss him. I unbutton his shirt and run my fingers over him. I lay him down and unzip his pants....licking and kissing what skin I can. After I finally get him undressed, I take his balls in my hand and gently squeeze. As I lean down to take my first taste of him, he pulls me around so he can pleasure me while I take him in my mouth. I start at the back of his balls and lick my way to the front. One ball at a time...then both of them and he tastes so good. I then start to lick around the tip, and he moans, blowing some air into my already dripping pussy...I moan also. I take him into my mouth fully and we start to pleasure one another. He makes me cum so hard, I squirt, which one of my favorite things to do with a man...if he can make me squirt then I know it's gonna be powerful when he pounds into me.
When we've had are fill of one another, we move to be side by side and start to kiss, hot, hard and thrusting our tongues into each others hungry mouths. I then take him in my hand and gently pull him over me and guide him into me. He is so big, thick and throbbing, I can hardly wait....as he enters me I cum again, hard...he slowly sticks himself into me little by little, and then I can't stand it anymore I thrust up to meet him fully and he moans with pleasure. We start the longtime rythm and suddenly we can't get close enough....we are slamming into each other...I can feel his balls banging against me. I can feel his pressure building as I've been cumming steadly the entire time. Finally, together, we cum! Hard, hot streaming cum. Then as we lay panting....he gently leans over to kiss me. He goes to my bathroom and gets a hot washrag and cleans me off and then himself. He gets dressed and leaves with that same smile....NOT ONE WORD WAS SPOKEN BETWEEN US....