Mr. Motorcycle's word challenge game

I have a challenge for you.

Rules of the game. I pick the word, you get to tie that word into motorcycles in as few words as possible. The most creative one in fewest words wins bragging rights.

The word is Potato.

I'll go first since it's my blog.

"The sound a Harley makes while idling is Potato, Potato, Potato. "

(Of course I picked the easy obvious one! It's my game!)
However, this most likely guarantees me no bragging rights.

I'll do a poll on the best one after some entries are done in comments.

You'll have three days starting tomorrow morning.

Good Luck!!!!!

Hope your holiday's were filled with cheer!

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday experience. I am truly blessed, and can say that I have nothing more that I could ever want, (except some not so important materialistic things) of course!

Seeing as I don't post pictures of my wife or kids, I'll share a couple of Christmas pictures of the cats and dog.

I don't have pictures with cats and their new mice, 'cause, well, they get them every year. I do have a few good ones though.

Can you find Beethoven the cat in this picture?


How about now?


(Wolfie on lower step, Beethoven on upper step)
Did anyone say Cheese????


Cy's new walkin boots (first time on his feet).
Doesn't look too happy does he???


Cy's new hedge hog


Cy's new moose


It was a joyous day with friends and family.
I hope yours was as well.

cool art that I came across

It's called The Motor Lisa

winter project

It's cold outside in Minnesota. Too cold to ride up here in the Great Northwest, so I started a Red Neck project trike.



Just kidding. A friend of mine passed this along.
This is one of the strangest trikes yet.

Biker joke

The Sensitive Biker

Tara and a few of her friends decide to step out of the box. Instead of their usual meeting place, they decide to spice up the night and try going somewhere different. They choose a local biker bar in Charming, named Road Grits. They are all fairly prim and proper and completely out of their comfort zones. Most certainly not the biker type of gals.

Tara ends up sitting next to Jax, one of the bar's locals. They talk...they connect....they end up leaving together.

They get back to Jax's place, and he shows her around his apartment. She notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears.

There are three shelves in the bedroom with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly teddy bears carefully placed
in rows, covering the entire wall! It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them and she was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display.

There were small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf.

She found it strange for a biker to have such a large collection of teddy bears.Although, completely drawn to his rebel side, she is quite impressed by his sensitive side as well.

They have a few drinks and continue talking. After awhile, She finds herself thinking, 'Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one! Maybe he could be the future father of my children?'

She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips. He responds warmly.

They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom where they rip off each others clothes and have hot, steamy sex.

She's more overwhelmed with passion than she has ever known before.

After an intense, explosive night together with this sensitive guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow. Tara rolls over, gently strokes Jax's chest and asks coyly, 'Well, how was it?'

He gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says:


'Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf before you let your self out'

Awesome artwork you must see...

I try not to post more than once a day because I often don't have enough material to post once every day. Today is different. I can't wait to share this with readers who might not catch this good blog I regularly read myself. I just popped over to Forty Years On Two Wheels, a noteworthy moto-blog, and read Doug Klassen's post about A Babe in the blogging Woods. I've noticed on Doug's blog that in the side bar he has a photo of a most spectacular water color painting of a motorcycle.


original watercolor painting by Debbie Klassen

I've seen it many times before, and studied it. The first time I laid eyes on it, I was in awe of how that much detail could be done with watercolor. From a distance, it looks airbrushed. I'm an artsy fartsy kind of fellow myself, and this kind of quality does not go unrecognized. Too bad that before today, I never noticed the link below the photo on Doug's blog. Salt and Light Studio Fine Art watercolor. Hell, until today's post on Doug's blog I never even knew his wife was the fine artist of the painting that I so many times have drooled over. Her name is Debbie Klassen. She's a great painter of high caliber in my opinion. If you like art, and you like motorcycles, go check it out! She obviously paints more than just motorcycles, but her husband Doug has a great passion for them, and She is recently sharing a love for a Honda Ruckus herself. Rumor has it she is starting her own blog. I look forward to seeing what she might have to say!

Aim High. What's the worst that could happen?

Dedicated to my Nutso off-road blogger buddy Tony.

This is not so much of a balze of glory but a Wholly Sh*t moment!