A guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink for half an hour when this big trouble-making biker steps next to him, grabs his drink, gulps it down in one swig and then turns to the guy with a menacing stare as if to say, 'What'cha gonna do about it?'
The poor little guy starts crying.
'Come on man I was just giving you a hard time,' the biker says. 'I didn't think you'd CRY.' 'I can't stand to see a man crying.
'This is the worst day of my life,' says the little guy between sobs. 'I can't do anything right.' 'I overslept and was late to an important meeting, so my boss fired me.
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Skid Marks - A guy is sitting in a bar...
Submitted by RickW on August 6, 2008 - 7:49am.
Durham | Entertainment | HOG
Ride to Papa Mojo's Roadhouse
Submitted by RickW on August 4, 2008 - 6:40pm.
Durham | Events and Celebrations | HOG
It had been a long time since I had been in Nawlins (New Orleans) but looking at the menu on the web-site ( http://papamojosroadhouse.com/ )
had brought back a lot of memories and the thought of tasting that food again kept running through my mind. I remember getting a 6-pack of some kind of local beer for a souvenir as I had left town but could not remember the name of it as it had been sacrificed to some occasion or another years ago. A severe thunder storm watch was in effect until 8PM but that was not going to stop me from meeting the group at 6PM to ride over there. I was pleasantly surprised to see more bikes arrive as the skies seemed to brighten up and again I marveled as to how weathermen keep their jobs in spite of their very limited ability to predict the future. GailS was going to lead this ride and I fully expected her to blush and let someone else lead but that was obviously not going to happen. She ran the pre-ride meeting well and rattled off about 20 road changes we were going to make to turn a 20 minute trip into a much longer ride. I think I remembered the first turn and decided she knew where we were going and I could conserve my memory for better things. We took off at a good pace and within moments I was clueless as to my location but as we got into semi-familiar territory, I realized some of the roads had been transformed from little country roads into developed areas suitable for gridlock, and if I had not been preoccupied with thinking about food, some Al Gore type thoughts would have surely taken over. We finally arrived at the little strip mall with no problems and I was amazed with the premium parking we found that would keep the bikes safe from any rain. We crammed into the waiting area as they prepared a table for 17. We wound up with 2 large tables next to each other and all the chatter turned to food and drinks. The menu had changed recently and the people in the group that had been there before were frantically searching to insure their favorite dish was still on the menu. I noticed all the condiments were in a cardboard container created to carry 6 Dixie longnecks. THAT was the name of the beer and I was glad to know that it was still around and came in bottles too! Most of the gals got some drink that I can't remember (catawampus?) and it had the color and look of red clay mixed with lots of water. They must have been good as they disappeared amongst a lot of oohs. I ordered a Papa Mojo’s Cajun Bloody Mary mostly because I could not remember the name Crawgator which I had picked out of the online menu and my description of it had left Jasmine (our waitress) with that clueless look. I ordered the Blackened Catfish, rice with Tasso cream gravy, and a salad called Cajun Caesar. Within moments of trying my drink, my lips were numb. The drink was garnished with a pickled okra which was actually very good. Two baskets of cornbread arrived and were emptied within seconds. Eventually everyone had their meals except for my end of the table. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but eventually everyone was done eating except for my end of the table. We were getting very anxious and then the meals finally arrived. I always thought that making people wait for food makes the meal better and this time was no exception. The catfish was the melt in your mouth kind and then it lit the fire. Not too much, but enough so you knew the chef was not a beginner. Our end of the table got quiet as we tried to catch up with the rest of the group and the next thing I knew, my plate was clean, and the Mary was down to a sludge of pepper. Some of the group left and some of us stayed for the band but that is a whole other story. Gail done good.
Fifth Annual Ride for Kids
Submitted by RickW on April 29, 2008 - 8:26am.
Events and Celebrations | HOG | North Carolina
News: Fifth Annual Ride for Kids, supporting the Pediatric Brain Tumor Foundation.Hog members:We will meet at Shelton's Durham at 7:30am to leave at 8am to ride to registration at White Oak Recreation Area on White Oak Beach Road off Hwy 64 ... [Read more]
Skid Marks - Top 10
Submitted by RickW on March 12, 2008 - 1:14pm.
Entertainment | HOG
Top Ten Reasons Why Harley Riders Don't Wave Back
10. Afraid it will invalidate warranty.
9. Leather and studs make it too heavy to raise arm.
8. Refuse to wave to anyone whose bike is already paid for.
7. Afraid to let go of handlebars because they might vibrate off.
6. Rushing wind would blow scabs off the new tattoos.
5. Angry because just took out second mortgage to pay luxury tax on new Harley.
4. Just discovered the fine print in owner's manual and realized H-D is partially owned by Honda.
3. Can't tell if other riders are waving or just reaching to cover their ears like everyone else.
2. Remembers the last time a Harley rider waved back, he impaled his hand on spiked helmet.
1. They're too tired from spending hours polishing all that chrome to lift their arms.
Skid Marks - Blind Cowboy
Submitted by RickW on March 2, 2008 - 8:50pm.
Entertainment | HOG
An old, blind cowboy wanders into an all-girl biker bar by mistake. He finds his way to a bar stool and orders some coffee. After sitting there for a while, he yells to the waiter, 'Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?'
