#motorcycle

I sailboat raced, I love to go out on my motorcycle alone, but I also love my family dearly. I love that aspect of my life as well. ↗

— Bob Seger

#also #aspect #dearly #family #go

If I want to work, I can. If I want to play golf, or ride my motorcycle, I can. But the rest of it is family. Sometimes you're not really needed by your family, but you're there. And my kids like to know I'm there. ↗

— Bob Seger

#golf #i #i can #kids #know

Whatever this shit is between us it’s always been there and it’s always gonna be there. I’m shit-fuckin’-tired tryin’ to ignore it. I’ll try to do right by you Eva, you’d be the first, but I’ll fuckin’ try my damndest. And baby, true freedom is the open road, the wind on your face and a good woman on the back of your bike holdin’ you tight like you’re her reason for breathin’ because she sure as fuck is yours. ↗

— Madeline Sheehan

#motorcycle-man #contemporary

Note to self: Never ride a motorcycle in stilettos and a miniskirt. ↗

— Maggie Grace

#never #note #ride #self

Adventure can be an end in itself. Self-discovery is the secret ingredient... ↗

— Grace Lichtenstein

#life #motorcycle #travel #life

Indeed ... but no sand this time, so the lever goes up into fourth, and now there's no sound except wind. Screw it all the way over, reach through the handlebars to raise the headlight beam, the needle leans down on a hundred, and wind-burned eyeballs strain to see down the centerline, trying to provide a margin for the reflexes. But with the throttle screwed on there is only the barest margin, and no room at all for mistakes. It has to be done right ... and that's when the strange music starts, when you stretch your luck so far that fear becomes exhilaration and vibrates along your arms. You can barely see at a hundred; the tears blow back so fast that they vaporize before they get to your ears. The only sounds are wind and a dull roar floating back from the mufflers. You watch the white line and try to lean with it ... howling through a turn to the right, then to the left and down the long hill to Pacifica ... letting off now, watching for cops, but only until the next dark stretch and another few seconds on the edge ... The Edge ... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others -- the living -- are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later. But the edge is still Out there. Or maybe it's In. The association of motorcycles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, to the place of definitions. ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#lsd #motorcycles #music

A mother is neither cocky, nor proud, because she knows the school principal may call at any minute to report that her child had just driven a motorcycle through the gymnasium. ↗

— Mary Kay Blakely

#because #call #child #cocky #driven

My dreams for the future are simple: work, a happy, healthy family, a lovely long motorcycle ride, and continuing the struggle to awaken people to the need for serious human rights reform. ↗

— Mike Farrell

#continuing #dreams #family #future #happy

You see, I don't know how to ride a motorcycle, actually. ↗

— Henry Winkler

#how #i #know #motorcycle #ride

I admit to wasting my life messing around with fast cars and motorcycles. ↗

— Brock Yates

#admit #around #cars #fast #fast cars