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funny motorcycle jokes

origlieri

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I was just wondering if anyone had any FUNNY motorcycle jokes or BMW jokes.

I am a new BMW F800 ST rider and was just looking for some humor.


For example, I was taking acoustic guitar lessons a short while back and someone asked me if I knew what God's favourite chord was ?

I said no and he repiled " Gsus "


ps to quote reader's digest " Laughter is good medicine "


Newmarket , Ontario
 
Not my best, but will have to do

OK, here's two, though I don't think either is all that funny:

Q: What's the cheapest thing on a BMW Motorcycle?
A: The rider

Q: What's the difference between a Harley and a Hoover?
A: The position of the dirtbag

I've already used up my best PG material in a thread labeled "Campfire Jokes" back in June, the rest of my repertoire will get me banned from here.
 
jokes

They were both pretty good.

Too bad we have to keep it civil.

I don't have any but I will keep searching and get back to you when I hear some good ones.
 
Two guys were roaring down the road on a motorcycle when the driver slowed up and pulled over. His leather jacket had a broken zipper, and he told his friend, "I can't drive anymore with the air hitting me in the chest like that." "Just put the jacket on backwards." His friend advised. They continued down the road but around the next bend, they lost control and wiped out. A nearby farmer came upon the accident and ran to call the police. They asked him, "Are they showing any signs of life?" "Well," the farmer explained, "the driver was until I turned his head around the right way!"
 
For humorous purposes only!

Hey, careful. I resemble that remark.:p

Dave Hoover
San Antonio, TX

Some friends and I were discussing the merits of various bikes and I came up with this:
A Harley-Davidson is an American cultural icon, everything else is just a motorcycle; a better motorcycle, but still just a motorcycle.

Disclaimer: Tongue firmly in cheek!
 
BMW joke

Q: How can you tell that a BMW rider and his passenger are having an affair? ;)

A: Their jackets don't match yet! :D
 
Goldwing (or HD ) owners are like magpies. When they see something shiny they pick it up and bolt it to their motorcycle. :)
 
Stolen from Chromeheads Forum

Raced a Harley today

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I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really twisting sections of a canyon road with no straight sections to speak of and where most of the curves have warning signs that say "15 MPH".

I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.

I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering. Three corners later, I was on his fender. Catching him was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.

Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and outpower me. His horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me more determined than ever.

My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off squeezing the lever until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he struggled to keep up.

Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.

But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror.

Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the canyon and I had preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of britiron.

I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedalled so hard in my life. And some of the credit must go to Raleigh cycles, as well. They really make a great bicycle...
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Raced a Harley today

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I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really twisting sections of a canyon road with no straight sections to speak of and where most of the curves have warning signs that say "15 MPH".

I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.

I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering. Three corners later, I was on his fender. Catching him was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.

Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and outpower me. His horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me more determined than ever.

My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off squeezing the lever until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he struggled to keep up.

Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.

But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror.

Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the canyon and I had preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of britiron.

I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedalled so hard in my life. And some of the credit must go to Raleigh cycles, as well. They really make a great bicycle...
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Ya could have stolen it from here.
 
Q:I asked my Harley friend how exactly do "loud pipes save lives"
A:His answer was "I'm sorry, what did you say"?
 
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