This is a chance to meet some of our Old Bastard friends. Send me an email with a little strory and a picture of your ride and I will see what I can do to post it.

Max The Old Bastard creator

 

Dave ready to ride

 

Joe AKA the gambler

Steve AKA DESPERADO

Ricky AKA Mr. Grumpy

Joe AKA Mr. Limo

Steve AKA Goldwing bastard

Victor AKA The mile man
 
Fidaa AKA the mechanic
Not an old Bastard but we love him anyway

Not an Old Bastard but with a bike like that he is some serious Bastard

 

Frank AKA Mr. Speedy gotta ride

Ed AKA CRASH

David AKA the Architect

Dave AKA The silent one

 

Matteo AKA The Operator

 

Donato AKA Donut

 

Tony AKA Mr Italia

 

Dave AKA the Doc

 

The Fying Rabi
   
 

 

 

(Author Unknown)

I ride because it is fun.

I ride because I enjoy the freedom I feel from being exposed to the elements, and the vulnerability to the danger that is intrinsic to riding.

I do not ride because it is fashionable to do so.

I ride my machine, not wear it. My machine is not a symbol of status. It exists simply for me, and me alone.

My machine is not a toy. It is an extension of my being, and I will treat it accordingly with the same respect as I have for myself.

I strive to understand the inner-workings of my machine, from the most basic to the most complex.

I will learn everything I can about my machine, so that I am reliant upon no one but myself for it's health and well-being.

I strive to constantly better my skill of control over my machine. I will learn its limits and use my skill to become one with my machine so that we may keep each other alive. I am the master, it is the servant. Working together in harmony, we will become an invincible team.

I do not fear death. I will, however, do all possible to avoid death prematurely. Fear is the enemy, not death. Fear on the highway leads to death, therefore I will not let fear be my master. I will master it.

My machines will outlive me. Therefore, they are my legacy. I will care for them for future bikers to cherish as I have cherished them, whoever they may be.

I do not ride to gain attention, respect, or fear from those that do NOT ride nor do I wish to intimidate or annoy them. For those that do not know me, all I wish from them is to ignore me. For those that desire to know me, I will share with them the truth of myself, so that they might understand me and not fear others like me.

I will never be the aggressor on the highway. However, should others mess with me their aggression will be dealt with in as severe manner as I can cast upon them.

I will show respect to other bikers more experienced or knowledgeable than I am. I will learn from them all I can. However, if my respect is not acknowledged or appreciated, it will end.

I will not show disrespect to other bikers less experienced or knowledgeable than I am. I will teach them what I can. However, if they show me disrespect, they will be slapped.

It will be my task to mentor new riders, that so desire, into the lifestyle of the biker so that the breed shall continue. I shall instruct them, as I have been instructed by those before me. I shall preserve and honor traditions of bikers before me, and I will pass them on unaltered.

I will not judge other bikers on their choice of machine, their appearance, or their profession. I will judge them only on their conduct as bikers. I am proud of my accomplishments as a biker, though I will not flaunt them to others. If they ask, I will share them.

I will stand ready to help any other biker that truly needs my help. I will never ask another biker to do for me what I can do for myself. I am not a part-time biker. I am a biker when, and where ever I go. I am proud to be a biker, and hide my chosen lifestyle from no one. I ride because I love freedom, independence, and the movement of the ground beneath me. But most of all, I ride to better understand myself, my machine, the lands in which I ride
and to seek out and know other bikers like myself.

 

 

 

 

 

Midnight Bugs taste Best

Saddlebags can never hold everything you want, but they CAN hold everything you need.

Wear Heavy Boots. You can't kick things when you're wearing' sneakers

NEVER argue with a woman holding a torque wrench

If you're a complainer, ride at the back of the pack
so you won't contaminate the rest of the group.

Never try to race an old Geezer, he may have one more gear than you.

The size of the PISTON don't tell you nothing' about the DEPTH of the stroke.

Home is where your bike sits still long enough to leave a few drops of oil on the ground.

You'll get farther down the road if you learn to use more than two fingers on the front brake.

Routine maintenance should never be neglected

It takes more love to share the saddle than it does to share the bed.

The only good view of a thunderstorm is in your rearview mirror.
Never be afraid to slow down.

Only Bikers understand why dogs love to stick their heads out car windows.

Bikes don't leak oil, they mark their territory.

Never ask a biker for directions if you're in a hurry to get there.

If it take more than 3 bolts to hold it on, it's probably crucial.

Anything that shows up on more than 2 bikes is a FAD.

Remember that you will be judged by the Horse you rode in on.

Don't ride so late into the night that you sleep through the sunrise.

Pie and Coffee are as important as gasoline.

The number of kicks it takes to start your bike is directly
proportional to the number of spectators.

Never ask your bike to scream before her throat is good and warm.

Sometimes it takes a whole thankful of gas before you can think straight.

If you want to get a job, you may have to compromise your principals,
you may even have to shave.

Riding faster than everyone else only guarantees you'll ride alone.

Never hesitate to ride past the last street light at the edge of town.

Never loan your bike to someone else, and never ride another's.

If the bike isn't braking properly, you don't start by rebuilding the engine.

Motorcycling is a giant game of Mines Bigger than yours!

Remember to pay as much attention to your partner as you do your carburetor.

Sometimes the best communication happens when you're on separate bikes.

Well-trained reflexes are quicker than luck.

Good coffee should be indistinguishable from 50 weight motor oil.

The best alarm clock is sunshine on Chrome.

Learn to do counterintuitive things that may someday save your butt.

The twisters-not the superslabs-seperate the bikers from the squids.

Beware the biker whose ink peels off.

New leather don't smell right.

When you're riding lead--don't spit.

If you really want to know what's going on, watch what's happening at least 5 cars ahead.

Don't make a reputation you'll have to live down or run away from later.

If the person in the next lane at the stoplight rolls up the window and
locks the door, support their view of life by snarling at them.

Smoke and grease can hide a multitude of errors, but only for so long.

A friend is someone who'll get out of bed at 2am to drive his pickup to the
middle of nowhere to get you when you're broken down.

If she changes her oil more than she changes her mind--follow her.

The thicker your oil, the hotter you can take it.

Catching a June bug @ 70 mph can double your vocabulary.

If you want to get somewhere before sundown, you can't stop at every tavern.

There's something ugly about a NEW bike on a trailer.

You can always hear a classic open primary-
it sounds like $1.34 in change is loose in the friction plates.

Hunger can make even road kill taste good.

You got to be smart enough to understand the rules of motorcycling,
and dumb enough to think the games important.

Don't lead the pack if you don't know where you're going'.

If you leave without one of your group, you better hope he doesn't catch up at the next stop.

Sleep with one arm thru the spokes and keep your pants on.

Practice wrenching on your own bike.

Everyone crashes. Some get back on. Some don't. Some can't.

Three things can't be trusted: a fart, a cook, and a rear view mirror.

Beware the biker who says the bike never breaks down. Some bikes run on 99-octane ego.

Owning 2 bikes is useful because at least one can be raided for parts at any given time.

You'll know she loves you if she offers to let you ride her bike.

Don't do it and she'll love you even more.

Don't argue with an 18-wheeler.

Don't lean on the horn 'til you're out of danger. Then blast it for all you're worth.

Never be ashamed to unlearn an old habit.

Maintenance is as much art as it is science.

A good long ride can clear your mind, restore your faith, and use up a lot of gasoline.

If the country side seems boring, stop, get off your bike, and go sit in the
ditch long enough to appreciate what was here before the asphalt came.

If you can't get it going with bungee cords and electricians tape-it's serious.

If you ride like there's no tomorrow-there won't be.

Bikes parked out front mean good chicken-fried steak inside.

If you want to complain about the pace being set by the road captain,
you better be prepared to lead the group yourself.

Gray-haired bikers don't get that way from pure luck.

There are drunk bikers. There are old bikers. there are NO old, drunk bikers.

We don't need no stinking' weekend warriors.

Thin leather looks good in the bar, but it won't save you from "road rash" if you go down.

The best modifications cannot be seen from the outside.

Always replace the cheapest parts first.

You can forget what you do for a living when your knees are in the breeze.

No matter what marquee you ride, it's all the same wind.

It takes both pistons and cylinders to make a bike run.

One is not more important than the other.

 

 

 

Quebec has some spectacular roads for riding,. Especially in the fall when the weather is on the cool side and the leaves are changing colors. The roads are lined with a sea of colors that gives the impression that your surroundings are on fire. As we twist in and out of snaking roads some covered in a tunnel of colors the feeling of being free and alive reaches its peak.

Gloves and thick clothing are order of the day. We straddle our bikes clutching the engine in an almost erotic clasp to absorb the heat of the engine to give us our warmth. The knuckles are frozen the nose is cold and running as the cold breeze lashes at our face, but no one dares to stop this is the time of glory the time we have waited all year.

As we ride all side by side in a bandit like position looking at your partner and feeling the rumble of his bike you look over to see your partner give you the siesta sign. We smile nod and flash the thumbs up.

As the road wind up and around the mountain we see ahead our decline to our watering hole. In the distance we can see the whole valley and we feel as if we are at the top of the world.

Finally we arrive. Cold and hungry after riding all morning we sit and greet the host a great guy who runs this pit stop with his wife. He is an extremely wealthy man and yet he keeps this place open just to serve the thousands of bikers that stop by. The appreciation for this, keeps this place the most protected place in the region. Anyone not acting civilized in this stop will face the wrath of the bikers. A small out of the way stop with no more that 4 tables and the whole no larger that my garage. But clean cozy and full of hospitality, andf the food is all home made and out of this world. If we leisurely walk to the rear of this refuge we can see the city of Montreal almost 100 miles way. For those of you who come across the Covey Hill US Border, from Plattsburg, it must be your first stop before entering Quebec. The place is called La promenade Bistro. Just say you are a friend of Max the white haired Italian biker and you will get a great smile of welcome.

Small areas like this one are common in Quebec and the further North you travel the further apart you will find them, and the greater the feeling of the great outdoors engulfs you. This one however is the closet to home and one of my favorites…

Max