Best 142 quotes in «motorcycle quotes» category

I would be screwed if I got hurt on my motorcycle and couldn't wrestle.

[Mike] just loves [his] motorcycle and he would take it out too early [in Green Bay]. In Green Bay, you've got ice until June, and he'd take it out sooner than that. He can finish the rest of the story. Ask him about taking the bike out a little too early.

More books, more racing and more foolishness with cars and motorcycles are in the works.

My social life goes in bursts, where I get like, "Oh, I gotta get out and do something, man, I gotta do something." And I'll plan a trip and go on a motorcycle trip down the Baja Peninsula for 900 miles and I'll hang out with my friends for like a month, and then they'll never see me for two months or three months or whatever, and I won't answer any calls.

nobody could catch a vampire on a motorcycle.

My mother always told me if I rode a motorcycle with a boy, she'd kill me." ... She couldn't hear him laugh, but she felt his body shake. "She wouldn't say that if she knew me," he called back to her confidently. "I'm an excellent driver." -Clary & Jace, pg.289-

I've never heard Daft Punk; I've never heard a track of theirs in my life. They're the two guys with motorcycle helmets on?

Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.

Our cheeky sidekick. We're like a motorcycle and sidecar.

Peter Fonda is the reason I became a motorcyclist. I saw Easy Rider and I bought a motorcycle the next day, and I rode it all the way from LA to San Francisco.

Note to self: Never ride a motorcycle in stilettos and a miniskirt.

Sometimes I forget how much I like riding the bike." Most chicks do," I said. "Roar of the engine and so on." Murphy's blue eyes glittered with annoyance and anticipation. "Pig. You really enjoy dropping all women together in the same demographic, don't you?" It's not my fault all women like motorcycles, Murph. They're basically huge vibrators. With wheels.

Riding a motorcycle on today's highways, you have to ride in a very defensive manner. You have to be a good rider and you have to have both hands and both feet on the controls at all times.

The fifties were when people started coming down on "juvenile delinquents," "hoodlums," "vandals"--anybody that was young, wore a motorcycle jacket, and didn't act polite around older people.

The main thing (about the organization) is to enjoy motorcycles, ..and have a good relationship with the community.

Tumblr has a big community of bears and bear chasers. All my favorites on Tumblr and all the fan mail I get is all like, "We want to tickle you! What size shoe are you?" They're all like really big, heavyset, bearded guys who are like, "I want to ride your face like a motorcycle!

No hot guys should be allowed to have an English accent and drive a motorcycle. Not to mention wear the leather jacket or sport the cool shades. Hot guys should be forced into footie pajamas.

Taking B12 is the price of getting to be vegan, the way wearing a helmet is the price of getting to ride a motorcycle and giving up alcohol for nine months is the price of getting to have a baby.

The motorcycle was the thing I really didn't want to do... 'You're going to be raped, be naked...' but as soon as he was like, 'You're going to have to ride a motorcycle,' I was like, 'Oh, really?'

Try to remember the reason you started riding a motorcycle in the first place. For me, it was a couple of things but mostly rebellion.

When you have a transportation system that the price of propellant is essentially negligible something is very wrong. If you look at any other transportation system, a car, a motorcycle, a train, an oil tanker, an airliner, you name it; about a quarter to a third of the operating cost is buying the propellant.

When I ran for governor, I told all the bikers, "You don't need to worry about me bringing in a helmet law. It's your option because you as a motorcycle rider that's your option. It doesn't come with the bike.

When I'm riding my motorcycle, I'm glad to be alive. When I stop riding my motorcycle, I'm glad to be alive.

Women, in order to recharge their batteries, gather in groups. They can recharge their batteries with their sisters. I tend to recharge my batteries in solitude, therefore the motorcycle trips. I need to be alone. As a matter of fact, I have to be careful. I could turn into a hermit.

You could make a film about being intoxicated only when you're riding motorcycles, but really when you're in an enclosed space safely, you can.

You live more in five minutes on a bike like this going flat out than some people live in a lifetime.

Adventure can be an end in itself. Self-discovery is the secret ingredient...

Among all the machines, motorcar is my favorite machine.

Animals travel on all fours. Mankind on two. Motorcycling is not a means of transport but an ideology, a nomadic way of life.

Any day is a good day to leave some miles behind.

Asking someone else to drive your sports car is like asking someone else to kiss your girlfriend.

As we got closer to Staten Island and the tip of Manhattan, the sun hung behind the dense wll of skyscrapers that defines the Manhattan skyline. Within minutes, the sun was a gigantic orangish-pink orb suspended over Gotham. I couldn't take my eyes off the scene, but there was nowhere to stop the bike for a photo. It was one of those moments seared into my consciousness for all eternity. The realization that I was riding out of the darkness and into the light of a new day ran through my head as I kept my eyes on that glorious sunrise.

At the high school a pretty girl strolled across the parking lot to her black stallion, let her cigarette dangle from her lips while she put on her helmet, adjusted her goggles. Throwing a slender white leg over the side she jacked her little backside up and down a few times, exciting the steed. Now she came down on his back and he squatted, moaning to the soft squeeze of her hand, then at her sudden clutch shot out fast between the press of her knees. Claude looked down at his shoes as they passed, having seen nothing. But he glanced up in time to watch them glide off under the next streetlamp, the gleaming beast appearing almost languid with release, very pleased with himself and with the girl who clung to his back, small and stiff and unsatisfied. She had been noticed: everywhere along the way the leaning people looked after her as though wondering if the new week had finally begun, then they looked at one another, then back at nothing.

Biker George says that laughter is like a shock absorber on your bike that softens & minimizes the bumps of life.

You'd never have a motorcycle policeman out on the Indian reservation.

You do not need a therapist if you own a motorcycle, any kind of motorcycle!

Feminity for me was discovering you when I took you for a ride on my motorcycle Charming for me was talking to you when you would call me and I would call you and we would talk till 3:00 am in the morning Love for me is you when I get blazingly angry almost raging like a mad bull and you calm me down with your patience and grace!

For some of us, riding a motorcycle makes heroin addiction look like strolling to the dessert table at a Sunday brunch.

He had changed. And not for the good. He was using strong language - filthy in her estimation - and had become totally immersed in the restoration of the motorcycle.

You know, Motorcycle Diaries has no incredible stories, no sudden plot twists, it doesn't play that way. It's about recognizing that instance of change and embracing it.

Find Beauty in all things: The grand and the trifling, The sacred and the profane.

Harbor a healthy suspicion of safety.