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The Chase

It was Sept. Just before my 16th birthday. After school I was hanging out with friends. The friends were 2 brothers Tom & Joe. We would have a great time always. We usually sparred in Tae Kwon Do for hours. This day we decided we were going to visit another friend. His name was James. He had bought a Dodge Cornette with a 440. We wanted to see it. So we decide to ride 3 miles to were James lived. The problem was there was 3 of us and one Motorcycle. It was A Kawasaki GS 750. Only 2 could fit on the bike. But sitting in the garage was their Uncles Harley Sportster. I was customized into a Late 50's Bobber. Nice springer front end with a 21 inch front wheel. Everything not needed was off the bike. Nice and clean. That sporty made me drool. Now we had that problem of only one bike & 3 people.
Joe got the idea of me riding the Sporty. The uncle was on vacation. He wouldn't know a thing. We could be back in a hour. What could happen/ right?

So we rode up to see James. Checked out the car & it was Awesome. The ride home turned into a adventure...
Tom & Joe were on the Kaw. I was happy on that Sporty. Thought I was just the King of Cool. At a light on Main St. I deicided to show off. did a wheelie to the next light. Then I noticed the lights. The police saw the whole thing & were gonna pull me over. I didn't have a licence & wasn't old enough to drive.
I damn near crapped my pants. I stated to go like I didn't see him & turned on to Harrison Ave. Tommy & Joe took off like a bat out of hell. I was in total panic. I also had a bag of weed on me. So I was about to have a heart attack. so I was riding really sloooooooooow. I din't know what to do. after about 100 yards he said something on the PA speaker. I couldn't understand what he said. I looked in the mirror. Expecting to see a pissed off cop in the mirror. I was in shock to see him laughing at me. Not just laughing. The cop was bouncing from side to side. That was how hard he was laughing. God It must have been his first chase at 15 MPH. I though "oh God how am I gonna get out of this with a bike". DUH. I took off! turned onto a side street. then started cutting thru peoples yards. he kept following the best he could. I just kept going thru yard & side strrets. till I got hin into Montclair. then I shot into another driveway & into some woods. I made it back To Tom & Joe's Tha garage was open. Rode in and jumped off that bike. I came out of the garage & yelled RUN!!! We ran like hell & hide in the grave yard a couple of blocks from the house.
12 police cars showed up at the house. We hide in the grave yard for hours. then we went to a deli. I called my Mom to have her pick me up & went home like nothing happened. Tom & Joe walked home. The police gave them hell. They still didn't rat on me. The Uncle got into it when he came home from vacation. He had a meeting with the police. I never found out what happened cuz if i brought it up i would look guilty...

Well How about hearing some of your stories???

 

[sweetie]

the chase

That sounds very hilicious story I've read!!!



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[C.C.Sinned]

That sounds very hilicious story I've read!!!

Glad you liked the story. I have been planning on posting more. Hoping others will do the same. Will post more in the future. Didn't want to put them all out at once. Trying to keep the thread alive for a while. I've done alot of stuff...


Until then read most embarassing sex moment on this thread - http://www.alldeaf.com/showthread.php?t=14968&page=1&pp=20

 

[Alex]

Please stay on topic and keep the interesting biker stories coming.

Thank you.

 

[C.C.Sinned]

Born To Be Wild...when I decided to be come a biker

This is about when I first realized I wanted to be a biker.

During the summer of 1975. I was 5 that summer. My whole family went to California. Visting with the relations there was always awesome. We would stay with Grandpa & Granma on thier farm near Marysville.
Well Mom & Dad decided it was time to visit Aunt Louise. So Mom & Dad brought my brother & I over to Yuba City. My Aunt Louise was really cool. Her husband Uncle T was awesome. He was a greaser. Like he lived as if it was still 1956. Had greased hair with a DA. Pack of Lucky Strikes rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve. Jeans with engineer boots. I mean boot. He lost his left leg from the knee down. He had A BSA motorcycle. It is a Limey Brittish for those that dont know. Those bikes shift in the right. So Uncle T was able to ride it.
Then there was my 2 cuzins George & Johnny. You will be reading more about them in future stories. George & Johnny had little Hondas. Those 2 would raise hell all over Yuba city on them little jappers.
George (age 17) & Johnny (age 15) became role models for me that summer. My brother Tom (age 8) & I were hanging out in thier room. They had this poster on the wall with 2 hippies on motorcycles. It was a poster of the movie Easyrider. my cuzins started talking about what a great movie it was. The choppers in that film were killer. They started talking about the music from that flick. They put in a Steppenwolf 8-track & listened to Born To Be Wild. I thought it was great. As they put on a Lynyrd Synyrd Freebird 45. I FREAKED OUT!!! To this day Lynyrd Skynyrd is my favorite band. Then They showed us some Easyriders magazines. That magazine amazed me. Not only did I see Killer Choppers. I got to see women's boobs. I was one happy 5 year old.
Uncle T heard me talking Going on about how cool I thought choppers were. So Uncle T fired up the BSA. He took Me for a Putt (ride for you common folks). It was like flying to me. No other way to feel so free. Felt AWESOME!!!
We had to leave to visit another Aunt. All I wanted was to stay on that BSA.
We left for Chico. I was sulking. All I wanted was to be back on that bike. My Dad tried to cheer me up. So he started talking about the BSA again. This part is still so clear in my mind. He asked me if I wanted to have a motorcycle like the BSA. As he asked a huge pack of Bikers were passing us. They were the Turantulas Motorcycle Club. There were Choppers every where. I FREAKED OUT!!! I screamed- "DAD I DON'T WANT A BSA I WANT ONE OF THOSE CHOPPERS!!!". I think my Detective father crapped in his pants...

When we returned home. I went right to my bike. I had 12 bikes. Cuz my Dad helped a Junkie get clean. That junkie became a garbage man. So he would bring us bikes that people would put in the trash. Yes of coarse my Dad helped me. He made me do the work. He made sure it was done right. I removed the front wheel from my favorite bike. Took a hacksaw to a ugly one. Cut off the forks. Then I hammered those forks on to my bike. I put on a little front wheel from the smallest bike. Then I grabed a banana seat with a huge sissy bar & head rest. Put That on & I had myself my very own chopper. Then I taped my transistor radio on to the handle bars. I thought I was the coolest kid in the world...
I became addicted to everythingthat had to do with motorcycles. My Dad got my brother & I a mini-bike. I rode the hell out of it. Would fly up & down the streets on that thing. When I got hooked on Evel Kinevel. Built ramps & started doing jumps...
One thing I thought was truely cool. With the attitude & reputation I got. Even when I started Kindergarden. All the cute girls would flock around me.
Chicks dig bad boys even from a early age...
Every time, that I hear Steppenwolf's Born To Be Wild. I remember those early days fondly...

My next story will be about trouble makin'. I promise.

 

[Reba]

Do any of you go to the Heritage Motorcycle Rally, Bike Week Charleston, SC? This year's date is April 8 - 17.
http://www.heritagemotorcyclerally.com/

 

[Reba]

Bike ralliers, circa 1946. Sorry, I don't know the location; probably Northeast Coast, possibly on route to Laconia. I noticed that the window signage says "Indian Motorcycle".

 

[jazzy]

We have a yamaha and we rode alot since 2002. We love it. We wait for a perfect weather to go out riding to Death Valley, best time of year with alot of wild flowers.

 

[Reba]

1948

 

[C.C.Sinned]

Wow!!!

WOW!!! Reba those are outstanding photos!!! Thank You for putting them on the thread. Keep them coming. It is so nice to see. The history of motorcycling this way. That is one sweet Indian! One Pretty Lady there too.

Jazzy, When you take your trip to Death Valley. Take lots of photos. I have always wanted to ride thru Death Valley... Keep me posted please... Thanks

 

[Reba]

When a car hit my dad's motorcycle he broke his leg. This happened in the late 1940's. My dad was a veteran, so he went to the VA hospital for treatment. The doctors at that time wanted to try a new way of fixing broken legs. Instead of a cast, they put my dad's leg in traction for several weeks. Needless to say, that was the worst thing to do. His leg never did heal completely, and he had a slight limp from then on.

 

[Reba]

We have a yamaha and we rode alot since 2002. We love it. We wait for a perfect weather to go out riding to Death Valley, best time of year with alot of wild flowers.

I saw on TV that Death Valley is blooming beautifully with many, many colorful wild flowers due to the unusually heavy rains in California this year. If you can get there soon, that will truly be a special opportunity. I hope that you do get great pictures.

 

[Reba]

Laconia, NH, 1946

 

[Reba]

I know that I said I wouldn't bore you with baby pix, so sue me.

Just this one of me attending my first motorcycle race with my family and friends from the local motorcycle club (1951).

 

[Steve]

It's not Sturgis, but it's another midwest rally this year.

21th Annual Freedom Rally - July 1,2, & 3 2005 at Algona, Iowa

Steve

 

[Reba]

Three amigos in front of an Esso station, 1946.
(Second portrait from the left is my dad, and he is on the far left in group shot.)

 

[Reba]

Heritage Bike Week at Ladson, SC, this week. It has been cool to see all the bikers on our roads today. We will probably attend next Saturday.

 

[SpiceHD]

im a harley wannabe :-P have drove it once without license *whistles innocently* but have been riding on those babes often when i lived in milwaukee, wi. someday i will get motorcycle and get myself a harley davidson!! but till then... ill just watch and get all envious of them :-P

 

[C.C.Sinned]

A bar fight with a friend...

A story from my Snortin' Whiskey and Drinking Cocaine Days -
It was a Saturday afternoon in July. I had just finished work. After a long hard day. There is nothing like being in the wind. I fired up my little Sportster. It was a 1977 Sportster 1000 chopper. The bike was chopped in '77. Really a sweet little scooter. Cut raked & streatched. 6 bend pullback H-bars. Aris triangle lights. The narrow springer forks were 10 inch over. Had a little 17 inch 5 spoke invader front wheel. 16 inch 5 spoke invader on the rear. Warbird tail light. Custom seat padded almost to the top of the 32 inch bitch bar. Sitting at the very top of the bitch bar. Was a warbird on a Nazi swastika. The guy I got the Bike from was a Aryan. So he had something Nazi all over the bike. Even swastikas & SS were hidden in the psychodelic paint job on the prisim tank. The chopper was 100% garunteed. To either scare, offend or piss off everyone that saw it. Wow that chop kicked ass.

It was really hot that day. I took off my work uniform shirt. So wearing just the tank t-shirt. These days those shirts are called wife-beaters. Cooled me off and I liked to show off my build. I was working out really hard back then. My chest was 56 inches. Waist was 32 inches. I benched 450 with ease. My tattoed arms were huge. Also practiced my martail art. I'm a black belt in tae kwon do. Being 6 foot 2 inches I made that chopper look really small.

So I fired up my chopper. Twisted the wick and lit up the road. Riding in the PA country side is great. Leaving the Lehigh Valley. I made my way back home. Into the Pocono mountains. Being in the wind on my chopper. Gave me the most incredable feeling of total freedom. Just me and this connection. Find myself & lose myself all at the same time. Awesome feeling. Try it for yourself some day.

I stopped at one of my favorite bars for some chow. I was going to meet up with friends there. Look for women as I partied. I put my uniform shirt back on. Sat at the bar & ordered a cheese burger and fries. I could see my chopper thru the window. I saw my Brothers (friends) pull in the parking lot. Put their scooters next mine. They came in and sat at the opposite side of the bar. To flirt with some ladies they knew.

Well as I was eating. This damn tourist walks in. Wearing Ralph Lauren clothing and few pounds of gold chains. Of coarse the annoying ass has to sit next to me. Since I was in my uniform. He didn't think I was a regular. I know this because right after he sat down. He started shooting off his mouth.

"All these people here. I think they are all shit bags" He said with a heavy New York accent. He laid a $50 on the bar, ordered a drink and went on. "My wife wanted to come up here. I can't stand being around shit bags and inbreed hillbillies. I think I'm in the movie Deliverance. Some body is gonna try to take me out back. Then try to have sex with me while I squeel like a pig. You think thats gonna happen. huh? Forgettabout it". He said trying to sound tuff.

I said - "Listen asshole me and those shitbags. Along with everyone else in this bar. That you just called inbreed hillbillies. Were born and raised here. Well you know like in the movie Deliverance. All of us in this bar. We're going to take you out back. Then make you squeel like a pig mother fucker".

He turned pale white. Left the $50 on the bar and ran...

We bought drinks for evey one on him. Then started to really party. I started to flirting with this total fox named Heather. She was really fine. The night was going by fast. Everyone in the place was feeling great. Mostly me. I kept going into the head to do more drugs. About every hour, I was smokin' poppin' or snortin'...

One of my Bros was feel way to good. He tried to impress the woman he was talking with. Started going on about how tuff he was. That he could beat anyone in that bar that night. He even talked himself into thinking he could beat me. Even that It didn't matter that I was a black belt. That was the dumbest thing he could have done. Fox his name was was slight. Maybe 5 foot 6 inches and a 145 pounds.

I walked up to the juke box. Put on the Allman Brothers Band Ramblin' Man. As I walked back to Heather. Fox came up behind me. He kicked my legs out from under me. I looked at him like ,
Fox said in a slur. "Your nothing I'm gonna kick your ass"!!!
That was the last thing he said for months.
I sprang to my feet. Went into a spining back kick. It land on his chest. he flew backwards. Hit the bar with the small of his back. Then as he hit. He went aross the bar. Then landed in the floor in the middle of the bar. I jumed the bar and grabbed him. Holding him over my head by his neck & nuts. I threw him over the bar and into the wall. Jumping the bar again. I kicked him in his jaw. I could feel it break as blood sprayed across the floor. Then I slammed my fist into his chest. I could feel his ribs break. As my fist slammed into him. Then grabbing him by neck and nuts. I threw him into the bathroom door. He went right thru the door. I went into the bathroom. Slammed his head into the condom machine. Then into the sink. After that I shoved his head into the urinal. The urinal was backed up and clogged. Full of piss I dunked his head inside. I was trying to drown a really close friend. Who was drunk and not thinking strait. I was in a fit of drug crazed rage. Trying to kill some one that I partied with every weekend. For something stupid. That is when the Bartender Jake screamed at me to stop. I turned my head. Seeing the 12 gauge pointed at me. I lifted Fox's head out of the urinal. Fox's jaw was way out of place. He had a urinal cake stuck in his mouth. Jake told me to let go of Fox. So I dropped him to the floor. I jumped on my chopper and split.

Everyone had left the bar. Not wanting to be involved with the police. according to what Jake told the State Ploice. A tourist with a New York accent showed up at the bar. The Tourist started a fight with Fox. Hurt him then splint. Jake gave the cops a partial plate number as well. They never even heard about me. Fox, went along with the story. Because he was scared of me. He claimed he was real drunk and could remember anything. Since he was drunk with a concushion. The cops never pressed him for details. They went on Jake's story. How all other regs left for the night & there were just tourists in there. Except for Fox and our friend who was passed out on the bar. The story made the news. Police were looking for more information by anyone that could have been there...
Fox never talked to me again...

That was about 12 years ago. I have changed in a lot of ways since...
I hope this story wasn't to much for you AD member... Wait for my next story...

 

[FeistyChick]

Not a biker here but a biker wanna be. I always envy these bikers who pass me with their loud engines while driving out at the coast or mtns.

I like that lifestyle....just get on a motorcycle and explore with a sense of freedom.

me too.. especially riding on the coast or going over the mountains.. with less cars... ohhhh how romantic!!! with the wind blowing on my face on a warm and sunny day!! and also love the idea of "hogging" the guy if you get my drift!! MWAHHH!