Been there, done that, and we’re not about to boo-hoo when (not if) it happens again. As in, “sorry ma’am, that repair bill is going to cost you a lot”. households, it’s the woman who wears the fiscal pants, so it’s really in your own best interest that the woman in your house digs motorcycles, too.Doesn’t matter what we ride (not like she’d know the difference, anyway), your nut-job ex sees you holding hands with some girl who’s holding a helmet in the other, and suddenly, camping out on your porch with a batch of your favorite cookies on what would have been the two-year anniversary of your first date doesn’t seem like such a good idea. Not only will we approve your purchase of that vintage scrambler or the latest bike-of-the-year, we just might surprise you with it on your birthday. When some poor guy stops to ogle your bike and utters that familiar, most emasculating phrase ever voiced by the human male, “I’ve always wanted a motorcycle, but my wife won’t let me have one”, go ahead, twist that knife. Admit it: riding is a lot more fun without a 130 lbs backpack.Members in this online club can share their riding experiences and passion with other riders, discuss Harley culture and motorcycle riding lifestyle in the Harley forum and blogs."Certified Harley Riders" feature allow all Harley Davidson riders and other type of motorcycle riders to verify their profile, photo and age.Of course, our dream-date is a long ride on a twisty road with lunch someplace where they bake their own bread and the hostess calls the guy making sandwiches “dad.” Bonus: we show up with our tanks already full. Pull off a stunt like that and we’ll probably throw ourselves at you.Feeling like a rock-star for taking your scarlet-faired torque-monster of an Italian race bike down the “scenic route” on your GPS that turned out to be sixteen miles of winding, mostly-dry, dirt logging trails and moss-slimed riverbeds? Another scientific fact: if you ride a motorcycle, at some point, you’re going to fall down and go boom.She may not admit it at first, but secretly, every mother hopes her son will date a strong woman.
No matter if you ride a VRSC, SPORTSTER, SOFTALL, DYNA/FXR, TOURING, BUELL, OR a Honda, Yamaha, BMW, OR other types of motorcycle, as long as you are interested in Harley motorcycle riding, you are welcome to join the Harley Davidson Dating Club.In fact, over half of the members who join us are single biker men.If you are a single biker man looking for a single biker woman, there are plenty of options to choose from.Mom will overlook all that: she rides a motorcycle, ergo, she’s strong.The line of thinking here is “good; let her take over,” And if a motorcycle-riding, pole-dancing, tattoo artist of a girlfriend can’t make a man out of you, get help. Chances are, we’ve got a cool tank bag that doubles as a stylish purse anyway.Forget martinis and sea bass; we’re good with a Frog Dog and a beer at the races.You could be escorting the new gal to her pearl-pink Vespa, but all’s that psycho sees is “BIKER-CHICK”. As any man in a steady, co-habitative relationship with a woman knows, in order to maintain emotional homeostasis, all big purchases (doesn’t matter what for), must be approved by the female. Why, with my vast knowledge of spinal anatomy and physiology, I estimate riding solo could extend the total life-time and ride-years of the average 30 year-old rider by a good 17.4 years*, simply by removing the added physical burden of a passenger. Dating a woman who rides her own bike is actually healthy for you.In the twisted hierarchy of feminine badasses, we’re sort of up there. (*= a completely arbitrary statistic for which I claim full artistic license and hereby disavow any claim, real or otherwise, regarding actual health benefits).Would you believe we found an actual woman who rides motorcycles to write this one? I got a chuckle from last week’s "Ten Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Date a Motorcyclist." But something in the satire made me feel... First of all, the author uses the word “motorcyclist” to exclusively define the heterosexual male rider, so right there, you know he’s either ancient or been hiding under a rock. Secondly, the poor guy must be so beat down by the unrealistic expectations of non-riding females, he’s actually trying to talk them out of dating him (and you, too, if you’re a heterosexual male who rides a motorcycle). Then, he’s outing his rare disorder of the nasal mucosa, which apparently, a lot of heterosexual males who ride motorcycles suffer from.I don’t really know what he’s talking about, being a girl and all; we don’t get “boogers.” Anyway, the article got me thinking.