Biker Jokes & Stuff

The Married Man's Chopper
I went into the gas station today and asked for five dollars worth of gas...the clerk farted and gave me a receipt.
The correct hand signal for letting other riders know that they pissed you off, is to...
Extend your left arm straight out with your elbow bent 90 degrees.
Carefully extend your middle finger to clearly demonstrate your dissatisfaction with the other guy.
NOTE: It is not recommended you do this when you are alone.
A truck driver was eating breakfast at a lunch counter, when a gang of motorcycle tough-guys walked in. One of the bikers put his finger in the truck driver's coffee and said, "Not very hot, is it?" Then another biker put his finger in the scrambled eggs and said, "Not very fluffy, are they?" Finally, without saying a word, the trucker paid for his meal and left. "Wasn't much of a man, was he?", the gang leader asked the waitress. "He's no great driver either", replied the waitress. "He just ran over a bunch of motorcycles."
This big ugly biker walks into the bar with a parrot on
his shoulder, orders a beer and a shot. The bartender sets him up and says,
"That's really cool, where did you get him?"
"Sturgis." Replied the parrot, "They're all over the friggin place!"
A highly timid little man, ventured into a biker bar in the Bronx and clearing his throat asked, "Um, err, which of you gentlemen owns the Doberman tied outside to the sidecar?" A giant of a man, wearing biker leathers, his body hair growing out through the seams, turned slowly on his stool, looked down at the quivering little man and said, "It's my dog. Why?"
"Well," squeaked the little man, obviously very nervous, "I believe my dog just killed it, sir."
"What?" roared the big man in disbelief. "What in the hell kind of dog do you have?"
"Sir," answered the little man, "It's a four week old puppy."
"Bullshìt!" roared the biker, "How could your puppy kill my Doberman?"
"It appears that he choked on it, sir."
A biker riding home from the watering hole bites the dirt and goes to meet his maker. The Almighty welcomes him with open arms but asks him for his opinion of His greatest creation... woman. The biker thinks for a minute and responds, "Oh, she's wonderful. But let me ask you something. Why'd you make her so pretty?"
"Oh, I did that so you'd like her."
"And why'd you make her so sexy?"
"I did that so you'd like her too."
"Well then, why'd you make her so freaking stupid?"
"OH, I did THAT so she'd like YOU!"
This biker lady has a heart attack and is taken to the hospital. While on the operating table, she had a near death experience. Seeing God, she asked, "Is my time up?" God said, "No, you have another 43 years, 2 months, and 8 days to live."
Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a facelift, liposuction, and tummy tuck. Since she had so much more time to live, new roads to ride, she figured she might as well look even nicer.
After her last operation, she was released from the hospital. While riding her motorcycle home, she was run into by a delivery truck and killed. Arriving in front of God, she demanded, "I thought you said I had another 40+ years? How come you didn't pull me out of the path of that freakin' truck?"
God replied, "I didn't recognize you."
A biker went to a bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his whiskey, a young lady sat down next to him. She turned to the biker and asked, "Are you a real biker?" He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life on Harleys. My momma was pregnant with me when she rode on the back of my Daddy's Harley, then as a little boy I rode on the back with my Daddy until I finally got my own Harley. I've been riding a Harley ever since. So yes, I guess I am a real biker."
She said, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women; when I shower, watch TV, eat, whatever, everything seems to make me think of women." Then she got up and left.
The biker was thinking about what just happened when a man sat down next to the biker and asked, "Are you a real biker?"
He replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian."
A hip young man goes out and buys a 2001 Ferrari 360 Spider. It is the best convertible sports car, costing about $250,000. He takes it out for a spin and while stopping for a red light, an old man on a moped, wearing an open face crash helmet (looking about 70 years old) pulls up next to him.
The old man looks over the sleek, shiny red surface of the car and asks, "What kind of car ya' got there, sonny?" The young man replies, "A 2001 Ferrari 360 Spider. They cost about a quarter of a million dollars!"
"That's a lot of money," says the old man, shocked. "Why does it cost so much?" "Because this car can do over 200 miles an hour!" states the cool dude proudly. The moped driver asks, "Can I take a look inside?" "Sure," replies the owner.
So the old man pokes his head in the window and looks around. Leaning back on his moped, the old man says, "That's a pretty nice car, all right!"
Just then the light changes so the guy decides to show the old man what his car can do. He floors it, and within 30 seconds the speedometer reads 220 mph. Suddenly, he notices a dot in his rear view mirror. It seems to be getting closer!
He slows down to see what it could be and suddenly, whhhoooossshhh! Something whips by him, going much faster! "What on earth could be going faster than my Ferrari?!" the young man asks himself.
Then, ahead of him, he sees a dot coming toward him. Whoooooosh! It goes by again, heading the opposite direction! And it almost looked like the old man on the moped!
"Couldn't be," thinks the guy. "How could a moped outrun a Ferrari?!" Again, he sees a dot in his rear view mirror! Whooooosh Ka-BbblaMMM! The moped plows into the back of his car, demolishing the rear end. The young man jumps out, and it IS the old man!!! Of course, the moped and the old man are hurting for certain. He runs up to the old man and says,
"You gotta tell me how you got that thing to be faster than my Ferrari !" The old man looks up and replies, "OK..., but first, unhook my suspenders from your side-view mirror, will ya?"
A couple of bikers are out in the woods when one of them
falls to the ground and his eyes roll back in his head. The other guy
whips out his cell phone and calls 911. He gasps to the operator, "Help!
Help! My friend Bubba is dead! What'll I do?" The operator, in a calm
voice, says, "Take it easy. I can help. First let's make sure he's
really dead."
After a brief silence, a shot rings out, then the guy's voice comes back on the
line. "OK, now what?"
A biker walks into a local bar. After having a few ice cold beers he spots this hard bodied redhead. Thinking she's got to be the sexiest damn thing he has ever seen, he sits down next to her. After a couple more drinks he asks her if she would like to take a ride on his bike. They ride out about 20 miles, and then she tells the biker, "There's something I should mention. I am a professional and I get $30 the first time." The biker thought a moment and gave her the $30. After they were done, she asks him for a ride back to the bar. The biker looks back with a smile and tells her, "There's something I should have mentioned. I am a professional cab driver and the fare back will cost you $65."
One day my housework-challenged-boyfriend decided to
wash his own sweatshirt. Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he
shouted to me, "What setting do I use on the washing machine?"
"It depends," I replied, "What does it say on your shirt?"
He yelled back, "Harley-Davidson."
"Send
someone over quickly!" the old woman screamed into the phone. "Two naked bikers
are climbing up toward my bedroom window!"
"This is the Fire Department, lady," the voice replied. "I'll have to transfer
you to the Police Department."
"No, it's YOU I want!" she yelled. "They need a longer ladder!"
A little old lady wanted to join a
biker club. She knocked on the door of a local biker club and a big, hairy,
bearded biker with tattoos all over his arms answers the door. She proclaims "I
want to join your biker club." The guy was amused and told her that she needed
to meet certain biker requirements before she was allowed to join. So the biker
asks her "You have a bike?" The little old lady says "Yea, that's my Harley over
there" and points to a Harley parked in the driveway. The biker asks her "Do
you smoke?" The little old lady says "Yea, I smoke. I smoke 4 packs of
cigarettes a day and a couple of cigars while I'm shooting pool." The biker is
impressed and asks "Well, have you ever been picked up by the Fuzz?" The little
old lady says "No, I've never been picked up by the fuzz, but I've been swung
around by my nipples a few times."
Morris, an
82 year-old biker, went to the doctor to get a physical. A few days later the
doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young lady on his arm.
A couple of days later the doctor spoke to Morris and said, "You're really doing
great, aren't you?" Morris replied. "Just doing what you said, Doc: 'Get a hot
mamma and be cheerful.'" The doctor said, "I didn't say that. I said ‘you've
got a heart murmur. Be careful.’"
An old biker was invited to his old friend's home for
dinner one evening. He was impressed by the way his buddy preceded every
request to his wife with endearing terms-Honey, My Love, Darling, Sweetheart,
Pumpkin, etc. . .
The couple had been married almost 70 years, and clearly they were still very
much in love. While the wife was in the kitchen, the man leaned over and said
to his host, "I think it is wonderful that after all these years you still call
your wife those loving pet names.
The old biker hung his head. "I have to tell you the truth. I forgot her name
about 10 years ago."
A ten year
old boy was walking down the street when a big man on a black motorcycle pulls
up beside him and asks, "Hey kid, wanna go for a ride?"
"No!", said the boy, and he kept walking. The motorcyclist pulls up to him
again and says, "Hey kid, I'll give you $10 if you hop on the back."
"No!", said the boy and proceeded down the street a little quicker.
The motorcyclist pulls up to the boy again and says, "Ok kid, I'll give you $20
and a BIG bag of candy if you hop on the back for a ride."
At this point the boy turns around to him and screams angrily, "Look Dad, YOU
bought the Honda, so you ride it!!
Bra Sizes (as defined by bikers!):
Did you ever wonder why A, B, C, D, E, & F are used to define bra sizes?You Might Be a Diehard Harley Rider, if:
#1: You call your bike your
woman
#2: You treat it like it was your daughter
#3: You wash and polish it until it shines like a mirror
#4: You ride it more often than your wife (Hey, it can happen)
#5: You take it out to eat more than your wife
#6: You race against another bike and he loses
#7: You rev up your engine late at night and the neighbors start yelling
#8: You out ran the police
#9: You ride in a rally and everyone compliments you about how good you and your
bike looks
#10: You watch bike shows on TV while relaxing in your armchair, drinking beer
and buying Harley gear off the infomercials and off the internet
New Biker 10 Commandments
1) WE DO NOT HOLD! (purses, beers, coats and other peoples
shit, etc.)
2) WE DO NOT WAIT! (for phone calls, slow people or losers)
3) NO FREE RIDES! (some type of payment is expected)
4) ALWAYS AVOID ASSHOLES AND PEOPLE WITH PROBLEMS! (red necks in big trucks, 18
wheelers, and don’t get cut-off by sleds, fences, and holes
larger than thy front tire)
5) HOLD NO OTHER BIKE HOLY OTHER THAN THY HARLEY-DAVIDSON! (You may wave at
riders of rice burners, however you must help a “brother” in need)
6) BE KIND TO OLD PEOPLE, CHILDREN AND ANIMALS! (also don’t litter and “Don’t
mess with Texas” remember the Guadalupe River Flood in October l998, water
rights are free to everyone, not just land owners)
7) HONOR THY FODDER AND MUDDER AND TO THY OWN SELF BE TRUE!
8) ACCEPT THAT THERE IS A “HIGHER POWER” THAN OURSELVES! (and He rules. Ask
Him to “show you the way” to serve Him every day of your life)
9) DO NOT STEAL, LIE OR KILL! (except if hungry, answering your old lady or
fighting)
10) HONOR THY BROTHERS AND YOUR COLORS! (Our Colors Don’t Run)
Two bikers walk into a roadhouse to wash the road dust from their throats. They stand at the bar, drinking a beer and talking about the new model Harleys. Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress. One of the bikers looks at her and says, "kin ya swaller?" The woman shakes her head, no. "Kin ya breathe?" The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head. The biker walks over to the woman, lifts up the back of her dress, yanks down her panties, and slowly runs his tongue from the back of her thigh up to the small of her back. The woman is so shocked, that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the biker walks slowly back to the bar and takes a drink from his beer. His buddy says, "Ya know, I'd heard of that there "Hind Lick Maneuver," but 'til today, I ain't never seen nobody do it."
An old biker is sitting out on his back porch just bawling his eyes out when his old lady comes out & asks him what's wrong. He wipes his eyes & asks her if she remembers back when her daddy was gonna have him thrown in prison if he didn't marry her. She says "yes, but what does that have to do with you bawling like a little bitch?" " Well, he says, today I would have been released!"
The Inventor and God
The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went
to heaven.
At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "Since your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is that you can hang out in Heaven with anyone you want."
Arthur thought about it for a
minute and then said, "I want to hang out with God."
St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God. God
recognized Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who invented
motorcycles, eh?!
Arthur said, "Yeah, that's me..."
God commented, "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty
unstable, makes noise and pollution, and can't run without a road?!"
Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally spoke.
"Excuse me, but aren't you the
inventor of woman???" God said, "Ah, yes."
"Well," said Arthur, "Professional to professional, you have some major design
flaws in your invention:
1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds
3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust
5. And the maintenance costs are outrageous!"
"Hmmmm, you have some good points there..." replied God.
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