Your bike says a lot about you ...
Ducati 900 SS Monoposto: My wife is having an affair with her tennis coach.
Honda ST 1100: I really do understand the stock market.
1967 Triumph T120 Bonneville: If I'd had this bike instead of a Cushman Eagle when I lived at the fraternity house in 1965, I might now be married to a former cheerleader named Veronica.
Harley-Davidson XR1000: All my left shoes are made of steel, and all my motorcycle boots have laces.
Yamaha TZ250: My other bike is a van.
Brough Superior SS100: My mother was an Episcopalian.
Moto Guzzi Eldorado: If I'd wanted a Harley, I'd have bought a Harley. But I didn't, and I didn't.
Honda GL1500 Gold Wing Aspencade: The wife and I both feel that donuts are an unfairly maligned and under-appreciated source of protein and minerals.
BMW R1200RT: The sound system on my bike is permanently tuned to Public Radio, but when I play it too loud I can't hear the cell phone.
Velocette Thruxton: I have a professional-quality dartboard in our basement rec room, next to the real ale tapper on the wet bar.
Yamaha V-Max: I am the only mechanical engineer in our office with a Mohawk.
Ural Tourist: My Yugo is waiting for parts.
India Enfield Bullet: My 1965 short-wheelbase Land Rover is waiting for parts.
Triumph Speed Triple: I'm not waiting for any parts. Ever again.
Honda Elite 80: My mom is knitting me a warmer scarf for going to class.
Vincent Series C Black Shadow: If you need to borrow any books or videos on the Battle of Bri tain, the life of Winston Churchill or Gordon's defense of Khartoum, I have an extensive library.
Honda CBX: I can pronounce both "Soichiro" and "Irimagiri" correctly. Also, I own many valve shims.
Suzuki TL1000R: Desmo Shcmezmo, I just wanna ride.
MV Agusta 750S: Our firstborn son is the only Ago Schmiddlekopf in the Milwaukee phone book. .
Kawasaki ZX-11: I am on my way to our insurance agent's office for a personal conference, during which I will explain everything.
Honda 400F: My husband thinks I believe he bought this bike just for me.
Suzuki GSX1300R Hayabusa: The Honda CBR1100XX was making me late for work.
Triumph Trophy TR6-C: I have seen the The Great Escape, starring Steve McQueen 27 times. And so have my two remaining friends.
Munch Mammoth: I have been fighting a lifelong, losing battle with the Dark Side.
Honda CBR600F2: My older brother is in the Air Force.
Pope 998 V-Twin: I am on my way to the annual stationary steam engine and vintage farm implement meet.
Norton 750 Atlas: I tried smooth and found it overrated.
Harley-Davidson WLA 45 Flathead: I am saving for a Stearman.*
1942 BMW R75: I show the Luger collection only to a few close friends whoknow how to handle them without leaving acidic or salty fingerprints.
Honda Pacific Coast: I am among that very small minority of human beings who honestly don't care what anybody else thinks. If I did, I'd probably own a bike just like yours.
Harley FX Super Glide "Night Train": There are only six things in my refrigerator, and they are all beer.
Henderson Four: My grandson thinks these computers are quite the coming thing, apparently.
Yamaha R1:My hair is not actually on fire, it's just a figure of speech.
Maico 360 X4: Since the bypass surgery, my dirt riding and energy level have improved tremendously.
Bimota DB3 Mantra: Ducatis are all very well, but I don't find them quite Italian enough.
Moto Guzzi Centauro: Sometimes I misspell the word "eccentric" on purpose, just to be different.
Whizzer/Schwinn Phantom: I still own my first baseball glove, Warren Spahn-autograph model.
Boss Hoss V8: I can curl more weight with one arm than you can move on a refrigerator dolly.
MV Agusta F4 Oro: My wife is spending exactly $37,000 on our kitchen, just as soon as she can find a contractor.
Honda Valkyrie: I tried vibration and lassitude and found them overrated.
Harley-Davidson 883 Sportster: I am on my way to the Harley shop to purchase a larger set of pistons.
Buell Thunderbolt: This big air-cleaner housing is coming right off, just as soon as I can get home to my toolbox.
Honda CL77 305 Scrambler: My high school letter jacket still fits. More or less.
Suzuki GS 650: I had a job once. Really I did!
Ducati 900 SS Monoposto: My wife is having an affair with her tennis coach.
Honda ST 1100: I really do understand the stock market.
1967 Triumph T120 Bonneville: If I'd had this bike instead of a Cushman Eagle when I lived at the fraternity house in 1965, I might now be married to a former cheerleader named Veronica.
Harley-Davidson XR1000: All my left shoes are made of steel, and all my motorcycle boots have laces.
Yamaha TZ250: My other bike is a van.
Brough Superior SS100: My mother was an Episcopalian.
Moto Guzzi Eldorado: If I'd wanted a Harley, I'd have bought a Harley. But I didn't, and I didn't.
Honda GL1500 Gold Wing Aspencade: The wife and I both feel that donuts are an unfairly maligned and under-appreciated source of protein and minerals.
BMW R1200RT: The sound system on my bike is permanently tuned to Public Radio, but when I play it too loud I can't hear the cell phone.
Velocette Thruxton: I have a professional-quality dartboard in our basement rec room, next to the real ale tapper on the wet bar.
Yamaha V-Max: I am the only mechanical engineer in our office with a Mohawk.
Ural Tourist: My Yugo is waiting for parts.
India Enfield Bullet: My 1965 short-wheelbase Land Rover is waiting for parts.
Triumph Speed Triple: I'm not waiting for any parts. Ever again.
Honda Elite 80: My mom is knitting me a warmer scarf for going to class.
Vincent Series C Black Shadow: If you need to borrow any books or videos on the Battle of Bri tain, the life of Winston Churchill or Gordon's defense of Khartoum, I have an extensive library.
Honda CBX: I can pronounce both "Soichiro" and "Irimagiri" correctly. Also, I own many valve shims.
Suzuki TL1000R: Desmo Shcmezmo, I just wanna ride.
MV Agusta 750S: Our firstborn son is the only Ago Schmiddlekopf in the Milwaukee phone book. .
Kawasaki ZX-11: I am on my way to our insurance agent's office for a personal conference, during which I will explain everything.
Honda 400F: My husband thinks I believe he bought this bike just for me.
Suzuki GSX1300R Hayabusa: The Honda CBR1100XX was making me late for work.
Triumph Trophy TR6-C: I have seen the The Great Escape, starring Steve McQueen 27 times. And so have my two remaining friends.
Munch Mammoth: I have been fighting a lifelong, losing battle with the Dark Side.
Honda CBR600F2: My older brother is in the Air Force.
Pope 998 V-Twin: I am on my way to the annual stationary steam engine and vintage farm implement meet.
Norton 750 Atlas: I tried smooth and found it overrated.
Harley-Davidson WLA 45 Flathead: I am saving for a Stearman.*
1942 BMW R75: I show the Luger collection only to a few close friends whoknow how to handle them without leaving acidic or salty fingerprints.
Honda Pacific Coast: I am among that very small minority of human beings who honestly don't care what anybody else thinks. If I did, I'd probably own a bike just like yours.
Harley FX Super Glide "Night Train": There are only six things in my refrigerator, and they are all beer.
Henderson Four: My grandson thinks these computers are quite the coming thing, apparently.
Yamaha R1:My hair is not actually on fire, it's just a figure of speech.
Maico 360 X4: Since the bypass surgery, my dirt riding and energy level have improved tremendously.
Bimota DB3 Mantra: Ducatis are all very well, but I don't find them quite Italian enough.
Moto Guzzi Centauro: Sometimes I misspell the word "eccentric" on purpose, just to be different.
Whizzer/Schwinn Phantom: I still own my first baseball glove, Warren Spahn-autograph model.
Boss Hoss V8: I can curl more weight with one arm than you can move on a refrigerator dolly.
MV Agusta F4 Oro: My wife is spending exactly $37,000 on our kitchen, just as soon as she can find a contractor.
Honda Valkyrie: I tried vibration and lassitude and found them overrated.
Harley-Davidson 883 Sportster: I am on my way to the Harley shop to purchase a larger set of pistons.
Buell Thunderbolt: This big air-cleaner housing is coming right off, just as soon as I can get home to my toolbox.
Honda CL77 305 Scrambler: My high school letter jacket still fits. More or less.
Suzuki GS 650: I had a job once. Really I did!
