Best 45 quotes in «biker quotes» category

Baby girl, five minutes alone with me and you're gonna be begging me to taste your pie.

Biker George says God’s voice is not an opinion… It’s a decision. He is not politician trying to win an opinion poll.

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

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

Biker George says that even though the government makes laws that sin is legal, it doesn't make it harmless or right.

Biker George says you're not alone anywhere when you know The One who's with you everywhere.

Harbor a healthy suspicion of safety.

I color your world." I blinked and my heart stopped. How did he....? Oh crap! I told him! Drunk, in the middle of great sex, I told him! Ohmigod! "I was right. You were asleep but you were dreamin'. You dream in black and white, babe. I gave you color. Now, you're awake." "Tack --" "You admitted it." "Tack, please --" "You were drunk, wet, hot and way the fuck turned on but you still admitted it." I did and the way he was looking at me, his blue eyes drilling into mine, I couldn't deny it. And also, it was true. Damn.

If it were illegal to kill insects, I’d be in the clink for three million years.

Have I ever told you you're like some kind of occult superhero? Georgia Clare: bookkeeper by day, badass biker witch by night. Seriously, you should put that on your business cards.

Horniness is just a mental state with a physical repercussion.

I have discovered biker paradise. It is called the Great Smoky Mountains.

I’m in a quandary. If I wash my hands before I eat fries, it’s healthy, right? But if I don’t wash my hands, I’m slowly building up my immune system. What to do, what to do…

In this world, there are only a few things more available than gasoline: coffee, soda and beer. Oh, and bad advice.

It truly is an odd thing we bikers do, riding through miserable conditions like this. We don’t invite them or look for them, surely, but when they are upon us we relish the challenge and silently claim the superiority of adventure over comfort, wilderness over warmth, discovery over certainty.

I’m here for as long as you want me.” “What if that’s forever?” He asked. “Then I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

If there’s a there there, there’s a road that’ll take you there.

It truly is an odd thing we bikers do, riding through miserable conditions like this. We don’t invite then or look for them, surely, but when they are upon us we relish the challenge and silently claim the superiority of adventure over comfort, wilderness over warmth, discovery over certainty.

Nothing shouts out “Celebrity!” as loudly as being a biker in desperate need of a shave, a haircut and clean clothes.

Puh-lease… Team leather and cocks isn’t always right.

Never breathe within forty yards of roadkill.

—Quiero besarte, quiero follarte, y deseo que me toques con tal intensidad que duela físicamente. No voy a conseguir los dos primeros, así que solo sube a la parte trasera de mi moto. Rodéame con tus brazos y demos un paseo. Es todo lo que puedes darme, así que dámelo.

Marie's drunk texts: Marie: Horse, muss yu Marie: Why dont anser? Marie: Horse like yur name. Horsey. I'd like to rid u horsey, LOL. You sleeping? Or busy with someone? Marie: I know yur there. I bet you got a new gurl alredy. Screw you. Marie: Screw you and your slut. I hate you. Take yur club and shove it up yur ass I wudn't be yoor old lady for ten milion dollrs.

Riding a motorcycle is a tribute, a tip of the helmet as it were, to our rugged ancestors who challenge us through the dust of centuries, proof that we have succumbed to the safety nets of civilization.

Riding is my hallowed place.

Riding is a sacred place.

Saw about a dozen and a half bikers pull into a gas station. After watching them stop at the pumps, start up their bikes and ride to the front of the convenience store, stop, then fire up their bikes again and take off, I’ve come to conclusion that the most time consuming activity bikers engage in is finding neutral.

So don't come in here acting like you matter. You left and took your high horse with you," he takes another step in my direction. My throat constricts. He's not finished, "And you show up here at my club thinking you can just waltz right in and have a say? No bitch.

Ride Big, Ride Long, Ride Free.

Riding a motorcycle takes vengeance on half-shut eyes, deadened ears, and dormant thoughts.

Take a stand. If you end up standing alone, then dammit, stand alone.

Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I’m-probably-a-murderer-but-I’ve-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you’ll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.

Sometimes Biker George lets the clutch slip on his motorcycle which isn’t good for the bike. Ya know, this is sortta like we know what the Word of God says, but sometimes it slips our mind… and that isn’t good for us!

The fact that I'm a biker doesn't make me a different kinda Christian, but the fact that I'm a Christian makes me a different kinda biker.

The Freedom Avatar is a biker.

The nastiest roadkill there is, is a skunk. Really. Never breathe within forty yards of roadkill.

Wherever your heart reside, go there.

The center-point of riding a motorcycle, and of life itself, is Freedom.

The mountains stand as if they have been there since the beginning of time.

The road listens. It believes in you.

The sky and the earth, The night and the light, The heat and the cold, The rain and the drought; Those are my demigods. But the road, The road is my mistress. Devious and open, Harsh and nurturing, She seduces me with love And dares me with death In equal measure. Just like any good woman.

Untethered.

Within every good experience is the promise for more; within every bad experience is the promise for better times.

You’re not touching us,’” Eve said, and raised her voice. “Shane! Shane, get your ass up here now!’” There was a touch of panic in her voice, although she was putting on a good front. Her hands were shaking where they gripped the hockey stick. The man glided around the end of the bed, prowling like a cat. Six feet tall, at least, and as broad as two of Eve, maybe bigger. His bare arms were ripped with muscle. His blue eyes looked shallow and hungry. Claire heard the thump of footsteps outside, and then a bang as Shane fetched up against the locked door. He rattled the knob and pounded hard. “Eve! Eve, open up!’” “She’s busy!’” the biker yelled, and laughed. “Oh yeah, gonna be real busy.’” “No!’” Shane screamed it, and the door shook with the strength of the blows he put into it. “Stay away from them!

You got no idea what you just messed with. No fuckin clue. You think you know but you fuckin don't cuz I didn't tell you shit about it cuz it's none of your fuckin business.