Thursday, February 20, 2014


    This is my bike. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

    My bike is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

    My bike, without me, is useless. Without my bike, I am useless. I must ride my bike true. I must ride my bike straighter than the car that is trying to kill me on the open road.I must avoid it before it will hit me.And I must ride my bike smarter than the government's slaves  who's trying to stop me.I will...

    My bike and I know that what counts in this war is not the speed we travel, the noise of our exhausts, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the journey that count. We will ride...

    My bike is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its torque,its brakes,its gears,its frame and its wheels. I will keep my bike clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

    Before Gods, I swear this creed. My bike and I are the defenders of freedom. We are the kings of the road. We are the saviors of my life.

    So be it, until victory is ours and the freedom for mankind will prevail.

    by Sunshine81


Pe scurt va invitam la Chiftele cu Sos.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Not Even Death Can Stop This Man From Riding His Prized Motorcycle

Bill Standley started planning his funeral 18 years ago, because he had something very specific in mind. Today, he was buried sitting on his Harley

Source: The Columbus Dispatch