A successful gynecologist decides to fulfill his
life's dream: give up medical practice and become a motorcycle mechanic.
So he gets out of the medical business and enrolls at a mechanic's seminar with
After many weeks of training comes the final examination, taking apart and then
re-assembling a randomly chosen Harley engine.
He grabs his tools and sets to work, but soon he gets worried: while he is still
working on the valve-covers, everybody else is already busy with removing the
He falls more and more behind, and as he is just starting to put it all back
together, everybody else is already finished.
He manages to put the engine back together, barely in time before the exam ends.
Because it took him so much longer than everybody else, he goes straight to the
teacher to ask how he performed.
"Well," the teacher says, "out of one hundred possible points you scored 150."
"But how is that possible?" the ex-gynecologist asks.
"Well, it breaks down to this: You get fifty points for correctly taking the
engine apart. And you get another fifty points for putting it back together
perfectly." "And what did I get those additional fifty points for?"
"For doing it all through the exhaust."
There's the sad story of the poor guy who was in
a terrible motorcycle accident. When he came out from under the anaesthetic, the
doctor was leaning over him anxiously.
"Son," he said, "I've got some good news and some bad news.
"The bad news is that your were in a very serious accident, and I'm afraid we
had to amputate both your feet just above the ankle."
"Jesus," gasped the patient.
"What's the good news?"
"The fellow in the next bed over will give you a good price for your boots."
A mechanic was removing a
cylinder-head from the motor of a Harley motorcycle when he spotted a well-known
cardiologist in his shop.
The cardiologist was there waiting for the service manager to come take a look
at his bike when the mechanic shouted across the garage "Hey Doc, want to take a
look at this?"
The cardiologist, a bit surprised,
walked over to where the mechanic was working on the motorcycle. The mechanic
straightened up, wiped his ha nds on a rag and said, "So Doc, look at this
engine. I open its heart, take the valves out, repair any damage, and then put
them back in, and when I finish, it works just like new.
So how come I make $39,675 a year, a
pretty small salary and you get the really big bucks ($1,695,759) when you and I
are doing basically the same work?"
The cardiologist paused, smiled and
leaned over, then whispered to the mechanic................................
"Try doing it with the engine running."
A police officer pulled over two
nuns riding on a motorcycle, and said to the rider, 'Ma'am, you're driving much
too slowly, could you please drive faster?"
And the nun says, 'Oh, I saw the sign with the "21" and assumed the speed limit
was 21 km/h"
The officer explains: 'No ma'am, the speed limit is 80. The highway number is
Then the police officer look at the passenger and see the other nun shaking like
"Excuse me sister, but what's wrong with your passenger?"
"Oh, that's probably because we just got off Highway 205."
A rookie police officer pulled a
biker over for speeding and had the following exchange:
Officer: May I see your driver's license?
Biker: I don't have one. I had it suspended when I got my 5th DUI.
Officer: May I see the owner's card for this vehicle?
Biker: It's not my bike. I stole it.
Officer: The motorcycle is stolen?
Biker: That's right. But come to think of it, I think I saw the owner's card
in the tool bag when I was putting my gun in there.
Officer: There's a gun in the tool bag?
Biker: Yes sir. That's where I put it after I shot and killed the dude who
owns this bike and stuffed his dope in the saddle bags.
Officer: There's drugs in the saddle bags too?!?!?
Biker: Yes, sir. Hearing this, the rookie immediately called his captain. The
biker was quickly surrounded by police, and the captain approached the biker to
handle the tense situation:
Captain: Sir, can I see your license?
Biker: Sure. Here it is. It was valid.
Captain: Who's motorcycle is this?
Biker: It's mine, officer. Here's the registration.
Captain: Could you slowly open your tool bag so I can see if there's a gun in
Biker: Yes, sir, but there's no gun in it. Sure enough, there was nothing in
the tool bag.
Captain: Would you mind opening your saddle bags? I was told you said there's
drugs in them.
Biker: No problem. The saddle bags were opened; no drugs.
Captain: I don't understand it. The officer who stopped you said you told him
you didn't have a license, stole this motorcycle, had a gun in the tool bag, and
that there were drugs in the saddle bags.
Biker: Yeah, I'll bet he told you I was speeding, too.
Why Motorcycles are better than women
Your motorcycle doesn't get upset when you forget
You don't have to talk to your motorcycle after you ride it.
You can choke your motorcycle.
Your motorcycle doesn't get mad when you ignore it for a month or so.
Motorcycles don't get jealous if you come home with grease under your
Motorcycles don't snore.
Your motorcycle won't wake you up at 3:00 AM and ask you if you love it.
Your motorcycle won't leave you for another rider.
You don't have to pay child support / alimony to an ex-motorcycle.
If you say bad things to your Motorcycles, you don't have to apologize before
you can ride it again.
If your Motorcycle doesn't look good, you can paint it or get better parts.
If your Motorcycle goes flat, you can fix it.
If your Motorcycle is misaligned, you don't have to discuss politics to
If your Motorcycle is too loose, you can tighten it.
If your Motorcycle is too soft, you can get different shocks.
If your Motorcycle makes too much noise, you can buy a muffler.
If your Motorcycle smokes, you can do something about it.
It's always OK to use tie downs on your Motorcycle.
Motorcycles always feel like going for a ride.
Motorcycles don't care about how many other Motorcycles you have ridden.
Motorcycles don't care about how many other Motorcycles you have.
Motorcycles don't care if you are late.
Motorcycles don't get pregnant.
Motorcycles don't have parents.
Motorcycles don't insult you if you are a bad rider.
Motorcycles don't mind if you look at other Motorcycles, or if you buy
Motorcycles don't whine unless something is really wrong.
Motorcycles last longer.
Motorcycles only need their fluids changed every 2,000 miles.
Motorcycles' curves never sag.
New Motorcycles must be asked for, and if you don't want to pay for them, you
don't get them.
When riding, you and your Motorcycle both arrive at the same time.
You can kick your Motorcycle to wake it up.
You can ride a Motorcycle as long as you want and it won't get sore.
You can ride a Motorcycle any time of the month.
You can share your Motorcycle with your friends.
You can't get diseases from a Motorcycle you don't know very well.
You don't have to be jealous of the guy that works on your Motorcycle.
You don't have to convince your Motorcycle that you're a motorcyclist and that
you think that Motorcycles are equals.
You don't have to deal with priests or blood-tests to register your
You don't have to take a shower before riding your Motorcycle.
You only need to get a new chain or belt for your Motorcycle when the old one
Your Motorcycle never wants a night out alone with the other Motorcycles.
Your parents don't remain in touch with your old Motorcycle after you dump it.
Your Motorcycle doesn't car what you're wearing when you take it out.
Wearing two fresh rubbers makes riding a bike MORE enjoyable.
The rashes you get from motorcycles go away without those painful IM
One gets in no trouble for storing disassembled pieces of the motorcycle in
Disassembling the motorcycle is done out of pleasure rather than need.
Motorcycles always sound pleasant.
Unlike women FAT motorcycles aren't cheap dates.
Dave works hard
at the plant & spends most of his evenings riding his scoot with the boys. His
wife thinks he is pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday, she takes him
to a local strip club.
The doorman at the club greets them & says "Hey Dave, how ya doin'?" His wife is
puzzled & asks if he's been to this club before. "Oh No," says Dave. "He works
at the plant."
When they are seated,
a waitress asks Dave if he'd like his usual Budweiser. His wife is becoming
uncomfortable & says, "you must come here a lot for that woman to know you drink
"No honey, she
works at the plant, too."
A stripper comes over
to their table & throws her arms around Dave. "Hi Davey," she says. "Want your
usual table dance?" Dave's wife, now furious, grabs her purse & storms out of
Dave follows & spots
her getting into a cab. Before she slams the door, he jumps in beside her & she
starts screaming at him.
The cabby turns his
head & says, "Looks like you picked up a real bitch tonight, Dave."
The inventor of the
Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.
At the gates, St.
Peter told Arthur, "Since your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward
is that you can hang out in Heaven with anyone you want."
Arthur thought about
it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang out with God." St. Peter took
Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God. God recognized Arthur and
commented, "Okay, so you were the one who invented motorcycles, eh?!
Arthur said, "Yeah,
God commented, "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty
unstable, makes noise and pollution, and can't run without a road?!" Arthur was
apparently embarrassed, but finally spoke.
"Excuse me, but
aren't you the inventor of woman???" God said, "Ah, yes. "Well," said Arthur,
"Professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your
1. There's too
much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds
3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust
5. And the maintenance costs are outrageous!"
"Hmmmm, you have some good points there..." replied God.
"It may be true
that my invention is flawed, but according to my calculations, more men are
riding my invention than yours!"
This biker went to a store the
other day, and was in there for only about 5 minutes. However, when he came out
there was a cop writing a parking ticket. So the biker went up to him and said,
"Come on, buddy, how about giving a guy a break?"
The cop ignored him and continued
writing the ticket. So the biker called the cop a pencil-necked Nazi.
The cop glared at him and started
writing another ticket for having worn tires! So then the biker called the cop
a piece of horseshit.
The cop finished the second ticket
and put it on the cars windscreen with the first. Then he started writing a
third ticket! This went on for about 20 minutes and the more the biker abused
the cop, the more tickets he wrote.
Of course, the biker didn't care.
His motorcycle was parked around the corner.