Female bikers

[Diane]

Hello,

I'm feeling like Misc could use a little dose of levity. Did anyone else see the segment about women and motorcycles on the CBS Morning Show today? That brought back memories of fun times that are now only afterglows. When I first met Jerry, he had a Harley and we'd tool around on it. I suppose it was simply natural for a trailer park girl like me to be attracted to a guy who not only had a Green Beret but also rode a Hog.

Very quickly, I discovered that I wasn't content riding around on the back and wanted my own. So I bent Jerry's arm and he patiently helped me find a bike that sort of fit. Being a small person, the machines were rather daunting and might come close to rivaling my weight. I loved going down the highway wearing a leather jacket with the wind blowing my hair around -- what's a helmet?

I found that besides the physical challenges, there was a lot to be alert to. For example, it's a fact that many motorists simply don't see people on motorcycles and seem oblivious to bikers on the road. Defense driving isn't a new concept for people on bikes. Jerry thought that one of the most important skills was knowing how to put a bike down -- better to scratch some paint than to leave your kneecaps on the road. So he made me practice that on grass ad nauseam. I was very fortunate and never had any serious mishaps.

Somewhere in the 80s I had some serious Road Rash. At times we'd get someone to take care of the kids and go on weekend road trips with others so inclined. Often, I was the only woman who wasn't putting up with being a back seater.

Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone - George Thorogood and the Destroyers

But Jerry turned out to be a lazy Z-car guy. He (we, that is -- shrug) bought a 280ZX that he still has and I'm trying to figure out how to get retired. I insisted that it be a 2+2 so there was a place for kids. I admit I did get a lot of attention from men (they'd honk at me for no reason) when I'd go buzzing around in that shiny black and gold ZX with our son as copilot and the girls in the back (or without kids for that matter).

There was a time when I got weird and thought our daughters didn't have a complete education unless they knew how to ride a motorcycle. When I mentioned this to them, they started avoiding me like the plague and tried hiding out in their room a lot. But I'm not that easily distracted or dismissed and dug them out. So I managed to borrow some appropriate machines and Cindy and Joyce were out on the road. I think after they got past the initial misgivings, they got to enjoy the freedom.

It's been eons since we've been on two wheels but nostalgia does flare up now and again. Anyway, I enjoyed the TV seg on the Road Warrior babes.

Diane

[nvr2old]

I used to ride a lot. Still got the classification on my license just in case, but it got to the point where I seemed to be having way too many close calls, so I gave it up. My neck still gets sore from straining to check out the rare babe on a bike though! And yes, there is something very hot about a babe cruising in the pilot's seat of a Harley...or ANY bike!

[Jerry]

Now that's a blast from the past. When we were much younger, we frequented what amounted to a strip bar (more like I dragged Diane there). It was the kind of place where if there was any trouble you were on your own and the management didn't want to hear about it. This rowdy joint attracted a regular crowd of bikers and we got acquainted with some of them. A few expressed more than a little interest in banging Diane and I was even offered Mamas for compensation but she never fucked any of them. We'd go there in that ZX and I'd park it behind the place right along with the row of bikes. I never got so much as a scratch on that car ... there was a time when at least a few bikers had a fundamental respect for vets.

There was one time when they were trying to get Diane to strip on the elevated stage (no complimentary G-string for amateurs). She was getting a lot of encouragement including from the pro stripper. When I thought she might, I got a raging hard on imagining Diane disappearing into the night naked on the back of a Hog with a bunch of bikers. I still believe she was thinking about it but didn't do it. Ah, the memories that come from a misspent youth!

Some years later Diane relented and did things like Wet-Ts and showing titties on a stage ... I admired that she wasn't afraid to do that even with much younger chickies showing their ample wares.

It might be fun to feel the wind again but I'm afraid I don't mend as well as I used to.

Hmm ... maybe I should have put this in the Hotwife section.

[Softail]

I love to ride! Hense my screenname, "Softail".
I bought a Sportster for my wife last year (2008) for Christmas, she had ridden before, and even took the Rider Safety course. On her second ride, Jan 3rd 2009, she got into a bad situation, riding back froma nearby town. She laid it over, shattering her left elbow and dislocating a finger, and lots of road rash. The bike is repaired, she is healing up, but I don't think she'll ride again (alone). She has only road once with me since.
Still, I love a Biker Chick.

[unfaithfullyurs]

good for you Dianne for riding your own. the wife and i love to ride, and we talked about her doing that, but (besides me being terrified of it) we decided one of the best things about it is the closeness of her being right behind me, and yes the occasional squeeze feels good too lol, plus i love the attention she gets when she puts on the biker gear, the sexier the better, and she has long blonde hair, although she doesnt let it "fly" in the wind as i see some chicks doing (something about it getting all tangled and knotty), she does have this long leather wrap she puts around her ponytail and the last couple of inches of her hair extends beyond it, and she gets plenty of stares and comments from both the guys and the gals.

although she isnt driving you can still keep an eye out for her, nvr2old

[Matt2]

Hoooo Wheeee! Bikes and Z-cars!

Two of my favorite nostalgias!

Unfortunately, having owned and ridden seven bikes before retiring to a Z-car, not a single one of them was a Harley. I don't want to embarrass myself

[Diane]

My neck still gets sore from straining to check out the rare babe on a bike though!

And I've always liked basking in attention from horny men.

On her second ride, Jan 3rd 2009, she got into a bad situation, riding back froma nearby town. She laid it over, shattering her left elbow and dislocating a finger, and lots of road rash.

Sorry to hear about mishap as it must put a damper on you doing it together. But glad she is mending. Sometimes there are situations you can't control.

.... plus i love the attention she gets when she puts on the biker gear, the sexier the better

I'll bet she likes it too.

I don't want to embarrass myself

Nothing to be embarrassed about. There really are some very nice machines that aren't from York, PA -- we went past the Harley plant many times and stopped in for a tour (cameras not allowed). That said, nothing else sounds like a Harley and delivers that unique crotch tingling vibration.

A few expressed more than a little interest in banging Diane and I was even offered Mamas for compensation but she never fucked any of them.

Are you really SURE about that? Well, are ya? Would you bet a guy you don't like to have me for a weekend if I ever did one or more of those guys? It was very dark out back and plenty of opportunity (right then and there or after hours). You might think about alternate meanings for "Don't ask, don't tell!".

[Jerry]

A few expressed more than a little interest in banging Diane and I was even offered Mamas for compensation but she never fucked any of them.

Are you really SURE about that? Well, are ya? Would you bet a guy you don't like to have me for a weekend if I ever did one or more of those guys? It was very dark out back and plenty of opportunity (right then and there or after hours). You might think about alternate meanings for "Don't ask, don't tell!".

There's that "Dark Side" of the Force!

Are you telling?

[SeaGirtCuck]

Biker takes the road back.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstop ... ested.html

[cum4me2]

This whole topic brought back many wild and crazy memories and one bigger downer one. The happy was cause this was the type of crowd around. Most of people who lived in the little ass town that I called home were rough necks. Too many of whom no longer walk the earth or live as free citizens anymore...

The people I knew, called friends and hung out with were all rowdy hard drinking, fast living wild ones. Hell even the girls you didn't want to mess with although being the rebel without a cause that I was back then I did. One of the sweetest girls was a gal by the name of Jane or crazy Jane as everyone called her. Sweet if you got close enough to know her, thought of as the black hearted shedevil if you didn't. No one not even the hard core leatherheads dared cross her without regretting it. She had some childhood trauma issues that I won't go into. Anyway I befriended her and we became buds. If I had a problem and it involved a female Jane would just pull her aside and "talk" to her and that was the end of that problem.

Oh but that's not the story I wanted to tell, my first serious gf was from across the tracks named Darlene and all three of her brothers hated me...black boy dating their sister. Lets just say in a fair fight or one on one I stood a chance, it was never that way. I got my ass kicked but always went back for more. I never said I was very smart. Any way there were always "keggers" in the woods and always wild times to be had for all that attended. Among the crowd were many Biker as in official affiliation to illegal gangs such as Pagans and others(if your from the east coast you may recall their reign) The parties if you can call such gathering that were all about sex, drugs and rock and roll and the occasional fight. If rivals were there it could easily become more than a fist fight and a lot more bloody.

Well anyway I used to ride a million years ago and remember those heady days with exhuberance and nostalgia. I am both grateful and slightly amazed that I came out of those years fairly unscathed. What stopped me in my tracks was a major dose of reality when my then best buddy was killed riding. A car came out of nowhere and merged into his lane as he was coming down the street and well that was that. This was my early twenties and I haven't strapped up since. But that doesn't stop me from think about back when... Any nice sunny warm day or when I see a bike blow by, in my mind I can still feel the wind in my face and that's a feeling unlike any other when you ride hard and free.

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[jerusha]

I love to ride on my own! To feel that hot, powerful machine between my legs, to have other riders come up behind and stay awhile, others passing while doing a wheelie all for my amusement! Such a display of "cockery"! I JUST love it!!

[weluvtoodoit]

Mrs weluv is an avid biker.....she is on her 2nd Harley since 2001. She loves to take solo trips each fall and spends 3 or 4 days out on the road by herself. She likes to get to an intersection and decide which way to turn and see where the road leads. The bike she rides is 700 lbs, but like a little old lady once said "i don't have to carry it, i just ride on top"! It is a passion that has given her more self confidence and self esteem than anything i have ever seen. Her one trip she invited a bf along for a night and on another trip she spent a night at a couples house where she was entertained. She even invited me along one year!!
So women and bikes are something that i think go together very good (of course the visual asthetics are a huge plus), and it is one more thing that we can put on our list as.......weluvtoodoit.

[Matt2]

Not very exciting but memorable.

I got started on bikes in the service (a neighbor owned one and got me hooked.) My first bike was a 90cc "putt-putt" and I thought I was king of the mountains in Utah The Harley guys pointed their fingers and laughed but I was relentless in learning the ropes of biking. My wife was an occasional passenger, uninterested in piloting. Finally trading the "90" in on something that would keep up with the big boys, I attended a lakeside beer bust with them one night (sans wife) that ended in my first and only accident. I think I passed out on the darn thing in the middle of a mountain road curve, all alone at the time. The only things damaged were the bike (a "TR6",) my ego, and the helmet. Some dude in a car happened along and drove me home. About an hour later seven motorcycles showed up in my front yard - they'd found my damaged TR6 on the side of the road and wanted to make sure I was okay. The neighbors thought we were under attack

One could say that biking facilitated the onset of HWing for us. I was with this same group (not a gang) of riders one night when I saw one of the GFs take on three of the others serially. It would be safe to say I was "inspired" and began dropping hints at home, and "pillow-talk" found its way into our bedroom. It was another biker friend that came to visit us with a 6-pack one Saturday that ended up as the "extra" in an experimental "soft HWing" exercise.

Years later in civilian life, with some close-friend HWing behind us, we invited a co-worker (who also rode) to a house party we attended. He was a great guy, unmarried, and my wife decided she liked his cute little buns. We invited him to follow us home "for a few more drinks, and whatever else might sound interesting," and he agreed that it sounded more than just interesting. My wife was wearing one of those spaghetti strap summer dresses and, on the way home with sufficient rum in her tummy, didn't care how much the wind lifted the skirt part. Our friend riding along beside us approved, which probably figured into her plans. Unfortunately his bike encountered the median and he took a spill that broke his collarbone. We were at the hospital with him until dawn. As luck would have it they never did get together, even after all that!

It finally occurred to me that bikes and alcohol don't mix well.

[OZCPL]

Maybe he was distracted when the wind lifted your wifes little skirt and he couldnt see the median.

[Wistful]

After so much time has passed I was surprised to see a new comment in Diane's "Female Bikers" thread. She was a stellar contributor to the site.

Her story continues on for another eleven pages, an additional 258 posts--but you need to have access to the "inner sanctum" hidden forum to view it (on page three labeled "Female Bikers--from Misc") Apparently a lawsuit was threatened so Diane and the admins hid the balance of her story there a decade ago?

I know I must have missed a lot of what OHW has to offer, but I found "Female Bikers" particularly clever, and for me the hottest, most exciting and dirtiest read in all of OHW. Wish I could have thanked Diane for telling her story, contemporaneously, as she was posting it.

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