You Know You're A Biker When:

OK thought I'd try and start something here. Just curious to see where it goes. Lets see how many different answers we can get. And to make it interesting. After we are done we can vote on the best answer. I will send the winner a box of chocolate covered macadamia nuts or a can of macadamia nuts, his choice. Only one answer per person. Keep it short one or two lines is enough. Contest runs for 7 days ending next week Sunday. After that we can vote highest vote wins. I'll start.

You know you are a biker when:

You are driving a car and you suddenly realize you have been leaning into the curves.

Sorry this is for US members only, anyone can play but I'm not sending prize international unless the winner wants to pay postage.

Aloha.....Mike

Isn't Hawaii international ????

Lol sometimes I thinks so.... almost nobody offers free shipping to Hawaii, but USPS Priority mail is the same price as any other state.

Aloha...Mike

you know your a biker when ur shifting gears in your sleep and your old lady smacks u telling u its her nipple not the throttle

Your neighbors tell you you're the luckiest person on your street because
you're the only one on your street that doesn't have a biker for a neighbor...

You're dress shoes are leather boots

You have bike parts in the dishwasher.

You're idea of jewelry is chains.

You know the names of bugs by their taste.

You're only sunburn on the back of your hands and neck.

Your wife asks you to "Check up on the baby" and you head for the garage.

You remember the local H-D shop before it became a boutique.

. . . you leave skid marks on the road and not in your shorts.

you buy a battery for your bike rather than tires for your truck that engages the ABS on dry pavement.

You pull into the best biker bar in town and you shut down without reving your engine.

Only one answer per person :gah:

Awesome!:roflmao:
and in that vein..

... you don't really care where your pals want to meet up with you, as long as you can ride there.

.... you find yourself waving to passing bikes, then realize your sitting shotgun in your wife's cage.

.... you gripe about road snakes, and non-bikers look at you like you're crazy.

... you don't worry about gas prices, but do you worry about where the next gas station is.

... you're only other vehicles are 4X4s.

... you don't whine about other folks rides, as long as they ride 'em.

... you can't walk through a parking lot without stopping and checking out the other bikes there.

... when your scars are better stories than any tattoos.

... when you can pack for a month in two saddlebags and a small duffle bag.

... when you dream about riding, then wake up and live the dream!
:cheers:

P.S. Never really cared for macadamia nuts, so, NUTS!:roflmao:

If you don't limp, you aint sheet

When all your shoes have worn tops on the left just above the big toe! And you fly to the coldest part off the country to build a harley motor for your biker buddy.lmfao that's love for the machine brother!

:roflmao::roflmao:Egg cell ant:roflmao:

These are so true. Gas prices? What are they at now? :roflmao:

You can say that again, that is mucho love! :roflmao: Sissy:roflmao::roflmao:

My only trouble with this one is I've the heel-toe kick-down shift controls on my Harley, but all my hunting boots do have the left worn top from scouting rides on my DR650.

And, yep, all my dress shoes are riding boots. Brown or black. Used to get away with wearing them in uniform while in the Navy, too, though it drove some REMF nitpickers crazy.

Ya argue endlessly about what oil should be used in ya scooter!

When you've been in as many Starbucks as FB128 :roflmao: