Ever Wonder What Bikers Talk About?

First Biker
“I was riding my Heritage and got a bumble bee up my nose. I blew and blew, but I couldn’t get it out. So grabbed it with my fingers and threw it away. But it stung me up my nose – right up my nose. Jeez it took about three hours for the thing to stop stinging.”

Second Biker
“Never mind, I got hit by a seagull.”

Third Biker
“I got hit by a couple of hornets and couldn’t stop. So I drove until I could get off the road and stop. All the while those hornets are stinging me. There were four or five huge welts on my back when I finally was able to take off my shirt.”

Fourth Biker
“Never mind I was driving in the hills in Maine and I come around the corner and there was a long line of cars stopped on the highway. Turns out they were stopped for a family of turkeys crossing the road. By the time I saw them I couldn’t stop.

I drove right through that family of turkeys. I looked in my rear view mirror and there were a couple of turkeys flopping around on the highway. But I couldn’t stop. I guess I must have perpetrated the biker stereotype.”