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“We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others.”
― T.M. Frazier, The Dark Light of Day

“Bike is the most democratic transport vehicle. Bike is the most daring, challenging as it gives its owner the tempting feeling of freedom, that is why one can say without any exaggeration, bike is a symbol of freedom," Putin said.”
― Vladimir Putin

“They say life is a highway and we all travel our own roads, some good, some bad, yet each is a blessing of its own.”
― Jess "Chief" Brynjulson

“Nobody gives way to anybody. Everyone just angles, points, dives directly toward his destination, pretending it is an all-or-nothing gamble. People glare at one another and fight for maneuvering space. All parties are equally determined to get the right-of-way--insist on it. They swerve away at the last possible moment, giving scant inches to spare. The victor goes forwards, no time for a victory grin, already engaging in another contest of will. Saigon traffic is Vietnamese life, a continuous charade of posturing, bluffing, fast moves, tenacity and surrenders.”
― Andrew X. Pham, Catfish and Mandala: A Two-Wheeled Voyage Through the Landscape and Memory of Vietnam

“The best bike is the one you're on,
The best road is the one you're traveling,
The best destination is wherever you're headed,
The best time to get there is whenever you arrive.”
― Foster Kinn, Freedom's Rush II: More Tales from the Biker and the Beast

“When Freedoms Live, We Ride;
When We Ride, Freedoms Live.”
― Foster Kinn, Freedom's Rush: Tales from The Biker and The Beast

“Mountains slowly change, but they will always be there, defining Freedom.”
― Foster Kinn

“We've known each other for years."
"In every sense of the word." Tanya gave him a nudge and they shared another laugh.
In every sense of the word... Daisy felt a cold stab of jealousy at their intimate moment. It didn't make sense. Her relationship with Liam wasn't real. But the more time she spent with him, the more the line blurred and she didn't know where she stood.
"Daisy is a senior software engineer for an exciting new start-up that's focused on menstrual products," Liam said. "She's in line for a promotion to product manager. The company couldn't run without her."
Daisy grimaced. "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."
"Take the compliment," Tanya said. "Liam doesn't throw many around... At least, he didn't used to."
At least, he didn't used to...
Was the bitch purposely trying to goad her with little reminders about her shared past with Liam? Daisy's teeth gritted together. Well, she got the message. Tanya was a cool, bike-riding, smooth-haired venture capitalist ex who clearly wasn't suffering in any way after her journey. She was probably so tough she didn't need any padding in her seat. Maybe she just sat on a board or the bare steel frame.
Liam ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the dark waves into a sexy tangle. Was he subconsciously grooming himself for Tanya? Or was he just too warm? "What are you riding now?"
"Triumph Street Triple 675. I got rid of the Ninja. Not enough power."
"You like the naked styling?" Liam asked.
Tanya smirked. "Naked is my thing, as you know too well."
Naked is my thing... As you know too well...
Daisy tried to shut off the snarky voice in her head, but something about Tanya set her possessive teeth on edge.
"Do you want to join us inside?" Liam asked. "We're going to have a coffee before we finish the loop."
Say no. Say no. Say no.
"Sounds good." Tanya took a few steps and looked back over her shoulder. "Do you need a hand, Daisy?"
Only to slap you.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“Several shades of hazy blue hung over the landscape like a heavy tapestry, giving the Blue Ridge Mountains its name. I stopped at one of the scenic overlooks, switched off the bike, and sat in the absolute stillness of the mountains. Their silence was a soothing balm for my soul. The maternal rhythm of nature is a tonic that heals emotionally. I just wanted to sit still, breathe deeply, and match my heartbeat to that rhythm.”
― Debi Tolbert Duggar, Riding Soul-O

“When Freedoms exist, we ride;
When we ride, Freedoms exist.”
― Foster Kinn

“If you're going to go out, go out in a blaze of glory.”
― Guy Martin, Guy Martin: My Autobiography

“If you know where you’re going, you can get there;
if you don’t know where you’re going, you can get everywhere.”
― Foster Kinn, Freedom's Rush II: More Tales from the Biker and the Beast

“In the still and gloaming air, utter silence all around, I find a different kind of peace.”
― Foster Kinn, Freedom's Rush: Tales from The Biker and The Beast

“I was 1,600.7 miles from home and alone on my motorcycle. I felt a freedom on Bessie I had not felt before. I had shed 185 pounds of dead weight, and I was finally riding soul-o. I was at peace.”
― Debi Tolbert Duggar, Riding Soul-O

“Furthermore, my soul was sick, and heart shattered, seemingly beyond repair. I needed consolation.
I sought redemption in the wind. I knew that on Bessie I could navigate around the soul sickness, find solace in the journey, and steer in the opposite direction of all the hefty feelings bearing down on me.”
― Debi Tolbert Duggar, Riding Soul-O

“C. Dick helped me discover that I was no longer interested in redefining myself just to please a man, and I found out I could end a relationship simply because it wasn't meeting my needs.”
― Debi Tolbert Duggar, Riding Soul-O

“Then I pivoted, turned, climbed astride Bessie and rod off into the sunset, soul-o.”
― Debi Tolbert Duggar, Riding Soul-O

“He was an outsider chasing the unknown.”
― Foster Kinn, The Poet, The Professor, and The Redneck: How Men Die, How They Live

“And he rode faster and faster still so that at last he looked through the eyes of angels and his mind was cleansed of all earthly effects and he reached that higher realm of light in which all things are holy and pure.”
― Foster Kinn, The Poet, The Professor, and the Redneck: How Men Die, How They Live

“The shadows lengthened and they were like newly grown hands of the Dark Companion that grasped at his boots and jeans and vest and hair, and he rode through them and over them, and still they grew and grasped until the shadows consumed the sun as a substitute for his soul.”
― Foster Kinn, The Poet, The Professor, and The Redneck: How Men Die, How They Live

“After saying goodbye to Cassie, Wyatt was alone, an everywhere stranger, his emotions disconnected like old kitchen items strewn around a dump. Loneliness was his only companion. But the loneliness itself was something he simply observed rather than felt so it didn’t bother him, but he did gradually come to worry about the fact that it didn’t. He wondered if he was dying. Maybe. It didn’t seem so, but still, maybe he was. Maybe he was already dead. That thought occurred to him, too.”
― Foster Kinn, The Poet, The Professor, and the Redneck: How Men Die, How They Live

“WHERE THE STREET, MEETS YOUR FEET”
― Vanguard Boots

“It’s not about the bike. It’s about the ride”
― Michael ONeill, Road Work: Images And Insights Of A Modern Day Explorer

“There was also a term for bikers called “target fixation.â€� When a rider looked at something for too long and focused on a passing object, or any small distraction to the left or right of him, he had an increased chance of colliding with that object. It was extremely dangerous to fixate. Any concentration expended that was not ahead of the rider oftentimes resulted in severe injury or death. A biker who wanted to live must not be thrown off course. And after miles and miles of riding, of looking ahead, of sixty mile per hour winds piercing his neck, the gloss of his eyes hardening, he naturally never target fixated on things or people either.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, A Happy Ghost

“And suddenly the motorcyclist felt ignited, that was, in the most subtle spark of need: to live in that alternate, finer side of life that was within reach and waited to be taken. It occurred to him what he wanted. And as that butterfly of chance flew past the biker’s soul, he eyed it and caught the white-winged sign instantly. There, he said to himself, I’ll go. And he attended to that meteoric obligation—that dear, vivacious reality unveiled by leaping humans. The biker wanted to see what a certain future looked like, and excitedly leaned back on his Triumph, released the clutch, and pushing off on the rubber footrests, leaned high up in the air to his right and threw himself off the bike.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, A Happy Ghost

“Life is nuts, and then you die" ~ Keith R. Ball”
― Keith Randall Ball, Bandit's Cantina

“There’s more to life than a job, or titles. There’s integrity, freedom and adventure to be considered." ~ Keith Randall Ball”
― Keith Randall Ball, Bandit's Cantina

“Life is nuts, and then you die" ~ Keith Randall Ball”
― Keith Randall Ball, Bandit's Cantina

“Perhaps then, the most important tools for achieving our goals, ('singing our song' as the poet might say), may be a wall calendar and a permanent marker. Just circle a date and decide to go. The decision to act becomes more important than all subsequent decisions because it is the one that made all the other decisions possible." (Molded on a Motorcycle, page 17)”
― Wes Stephenson, Molded on a Motorcycle: A Rider's Journey

“Iran Motorcycle Bazaar is an online store specializing in both foreign and Iranian motorcycles. They offer motorcycles from top brands, including Niro Motor, Koohsar, Nikran Motor, Dino Motor, Hani Motor, and more.”
― Bazard Amand