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You know what’s the secret of many fastest cars? It is not always with the drivers or the car weight, and definitely not with the car manufacturer. Usually, it is with the engine. Not with the engine itself, but with that something with the engine. Have you heard of nitrous? I’m sure you know it is a compound. But did you know it is of great use for many car enthusiasts and racers? They are using it as one of the most important element to make their engines run faster.

Nitrous is an accelerant. It means that this combination of nitrogen and oxygen resulted to a substance that can accelerate the spread of fire. It is also regarded as something that can speed up the process. Now, the use of Nitrous Oxide is the most popular method of increasing horsepower of engines because of the instant boost in power and the low cost against engine modifications to gain the same result. It is the simplest way to provide a significant horsepower to boost any gasoline engine.

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Rules from A Honda

 1962 Safety Rules from Honda

 Taken from a 1962 Honda Motor Cycle Owner’s Manual.

Translated by Honda for the American Motorcycle Rider

 1. At the rise of the hand by Policeman, stop rapidly. Do not pass him by or otherwise disrespect him.

 2. When a passenger of the foot, hooves in sight, tootel the horn trumpet melodiously at first.  If he still obstacles your passage, tootel him with vigor and express by word of mouth, warning Hi, Hi.

 3. Beware of the wandering horse that he shall not take fright as you pass him. Do not explode the exhaust box at him. Go soothingly by.

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I didn’t get a chance to mug you

“Got into work at my usual five-o-dark, get on elevator. I’m wearing “business casual” but it’s under full leathers. I’m heading up to second floor from G4, when the elevator stops at G2 and a nicely dressed lady, about my age, gets on. She glances at me, and I say “Good morning” – no acknowledgment – and she quickly turns around to assume the correct elevator position – facing forward. The doors are brass, I can see her glance up at my reflection, then down, to stare at the floor when she sees me see her seeing me. We stop at the lobby and she’s walking out before the door opens… as the doors start to close, she takes a fast glance back to make sure I’m not following her.

Have a NICE day! So sorry I didn’t get a chance to mug you and take your DKNY purse.
Maybe next time, OK? You can meet my gan- er, friends. You’ll like them, too…”
As posted on the Roadhouse April 2010


My bike is heavy, I kid you not.  I’m been riding for a few years now and still find myself over thinking in what I consider tight situations.  Take last weekend for example.  A beautiful June day, my husband and I decided to ride to the local restaurant for a late breakfast, then off to a quick visit to a friend who had just moved to a new place.  That morning we were both starving as we woke up late and it was really too nice outside to eat in.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened between our house and the restaurant, unless you count the guy who stopped us in the restaurant parking lot to tell us he had just bought a bike on EBAY, a 91’ Heritage, just like mine (I have a 94;) with 18,000 original miles and leaks oil like a sieve (I was going to question the 18,000 original miles on a 18 year old bike, but didn’t.)   He wanted to know my dear husband’s (DH) solution to his problem.  My husband always rides in his Colors and I notice some people just gravitate to him when they see this, like they are his long lost best friend. (Biker Syndrome!)   And you can ask a friend anything, right?

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The “Other” People

Don’t get the wrong impression, I’m not a writer –so blogging does not come naturally to me as it may with you. But to pull this web site off I have to blog so here it goes:

Motorcycles were always for the “other” people, the not so nice or good people, at least that is what I was led to believe growing up in New York. When my Aunt and Uncle moved by us, on Long Island, my cousins’ became more accessible to my family and I found myself visiting them quite often.  Of my two cousins the spotlight however was always on the older one, Jo, only 4 years older than me and a Biker!  My Uncle thought Jo was a juvenile delinquent because she rode a Motorcycle (Biker Syndrome) and with her Biker associations he usually refused to speak to her with any sort of civility.
Her parents always criticized her when she came home in “gang leathers”; but I believe my Aunt and Uncle were really afraid of her Biker friends they let her come and go as she pleased.  My Aunt told me they were “gang members “dirty nasty gang members” (Biker Syndrome) and I was not to speak to them when I was there visiting, or she threaten to tell my mom. (My mom thought my Aunt was nuts)

I thought my older cousin was the coolest person on earth. She was tough and confident and rode a motorcycle.  (Just as a side note here, when I decided to kick the good little girl habit and become a Hippie my Uncle refused to speak to me too).  My Aunt and Uncle also said Jo was in a gang a motorcycle gang and all motorcycle gang members are crude, drink, smoke dope, steal and smoke cigarettes. (Biker Syndrome)  After that list, cigarette smoking didn’t seem too bad to me, besides I was only 13 and it was 1968, and yea right, like I never smoked before! Needless to say when Jo turned 19 she married, and rode off into the sunset all the way to Florida and never looked back. The only regret I have: I never got up the nerve to ask them for a ride.

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What Color Is That


What color is that?June 10th, 2009
Stuck in rush-hour traffic, I couldn’t help but stare when a burly  biker wearing black leather jacket and chaps pulled up next to me on  a shocking pink Harley Davidson.  My first thoughts were, “Is that  really a pink Harley? I wonder if he’s…?”
Just then the traffic cleared and he pulled in front of me. On the
back of his helmet were stenciled the words “Yes it is. No I’m not.”