Theres something floatin around the internet called The Bikers Code. Wish i could paste it up but it sez alot of what that the 'code' was and still should be. Unfortunatly we got alot of 'bikers' ridin around thinkin all it takes to be a "Biker' is an HD but im of the mond that they're wrong.
heres my take....

1) "Biker".....Someone who has an innate understanding and appreciation of the unspoken rules of the road.
Someone who will always stop to help a fellow rider-regardless of whatever the rider is ridin-and offer to help in any way they can. Someone who will never abandon his brother/sister in times of trouble.
Someone who realizes that the bike is merely an extension of oneself and not the defining end in itself. Someone who recognizes the deep uniting love and bond all bikers share with one another for our two wheeled horses and our own particular lifestyle and mindset.Someone who can feel the pain and loss when one of our brothers/sisters cashes their check and passes on. Its a language without words but only truly understood by those of us in this life.

2) "Motorcycle Enthusiast" is someone who preps themselves up in fancy flashy name brand expensive 'RUB' type gear and only rides their bike after checkin out the weather charts. Someone who would ride past a downed brother \\\\sister-an unpardonable sin in my book-and not glance or pretend to not see. This freakin breaks my heart! Som eone who has no clue as to why its impoertant to maintain contact with fellow riders durin the down season when we are all suffering from acute PMS (Parked Motorcycle Syndrome) and only shows up when the weather is fine.
Thats my opinion.Maybe im wrong but thats what i think..

Singsing....Heres a brother biker hug "at least a from me to you...It's about time someone put it into perspective....DAM...you said it well,,,aint that right ya'll?
 RandyJoe...Ride Strong...

 

Biking is a simple equation. Mind over matter..... We don't mind and they don't matter.

To me biking is a state of mind, its a general attitude towards other bikers. We are the most vulnerable users of the road, so we are O.K towards each other, because we never know when we may, if ever meet again. Its not about clothes, image or speed. Its about a comradeship, a fellowship of the road, you pass in the rain and wave " yeah man, I know " you pass in the sun and wave " great isn't it". You meet at a filling station and share a smoke an' joke without ever a name passing, just a handshake and a "see ya later".
Its an understanding, between guys/gals , we hit the road and face the same feelings, the feelings that only a dog with his head out the window of a car knows about, its the wind in your hair, or the rain for that matter, its the feeling of freedom, of control of your destiny. Its a feeling of sharing a can of beer at a campsite and talking shyte. But most of all to me its " you laugh at me 'cos I'm different....well i laugh at you, 'cos your all the fckin same"

I was driving to work one day when I had an office in downtown Columbus, OH. I saw a lot of smoke in front of me and traffic swerved all over the place. After a couple minutes, we started moving and as I came abreast of the wreck, I saw a bagger against the jersey barrier and a guy in leathers and blood laying on the highway. There were at least half a dozen people standing there just looking at him. I got out and as I got to him I saw that his hip was badly dislocated or broken and he was laying on the smokin hot asphalt in the summer sun.

He was probably a 1%'er, big hairy, sweaty, bloody, tattooed up with prison ink instead of your std boutique art. Not only were they just staring at him with that "better you than me" look, but they couldn't even stand close enough to create some shade for him. I bloodied up some damn expensive threads that day doing what I could to make him comfortable until the bus arrived and was glad of it so I didn't look like the rest of the clones standing around commenting on his misfortune a looking on like they were traumatized by this BIKER making them late for work.

I don't get into the old school code, my kids and my wife come before my life. But, I totally understand why we feel connected. Strongly. There is a personal code that wouldn't let most of us stand and just watch another biker suffer

Defcon, wish you had come along after i went down. But as i lay in the ditch, some guy was raining hell from his car, because my bike was in pieces in the road and he could'nt get through.