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Discussion in 'Old's Cool' started by chiefrider, Oct 27, 2008.
They are off by a decade or two...
The zipper fuels my thoughts.
Yes. Those aren't riding leathers.
Perfect hip to waist ratio....
You're right! What decade was Monochrome the IN thing?
They are for the type of riding I have in mind
looks like she could kick your ass into next Tuesday, or give you the monster night of your life.
OMG! THERE SHE GOES AGAIN! :eek1
Tom in Salem
No, sorry. I can't even remember where I found it.
Considering the placement of the zipper, they could be.
been away, the last couple of pages were pure entertainment, thanks boys. And where the hell was I on St. Paddy's Day? Oh yeah, working my ass off...
Nothing goes better with an old RM then a 70's sci-fi space suit!
Charley's Favorite Angel!
I'm having a hard time believing she can handle that stump jumper...
Uh, depends on what you are riding.
I dunno, somehow I don't find 'stupid' very sexy. Eh...probably a faked shot. Who hits a corner covering the clutch but not the brake?
Uh, a model?
If so, give her at least a little credit for attempting to ride rather than just draping herself over the bike. Lots of those in this thread.
Inzipped jacket, shorts and goggles on helmet while underway are pretty good indicators as well that this is a photo shoot, not a serious ride.
But, mmmmm, she IS cute.
Tom in Salem
.... a bunch of girls who really ride old motocycles!
OK, one girl that doesn't!
Tom in Salem
true and true.
Duly placated! Man, even a grease cred shot...
I'd like to post a pic of my old riding bud Mary and her 350/4. Have to find it and scan it. Have a few others too...
One time I'm on the I80 loop west of fremont and this babe on a sportster passes on the outside. I'm in not only a truck but a small one. She looks to have a nice figure, long hair, leathers with fringes and all the Harley fittings (so they know what you were riding in the ER?).
But the rear license plate/turn signal assembly is hanging off the back of that POS by a bolt thread. So I catch up to her, start blowing the horn, pointing to the back of the bike, etc. Does she look? oh no. Waaaaay too cool---and hot. natch. I keep it up for about a mile and she just deadpans strait ahead like she's totally used to this and it's gotten old. Finally the plate et. al. falls off and I watch it get nailed by the next car along, bits of plastic and chrome and license plate going everywhere.
She'll figure it out eventually.
I'd fall out laughing if she's around and reads this. So wish I had a pic.