AMEN TO TO YOUR DEFINITION TO "OLD SKOOL" Just because u ride a Harley damn sure don't make u my brother either! Plus hon if u r anything like me, I liked it a whole lot better when the average Joe was afraid of us!!! lol lol Love the pic of your ride. Old pans,knuckles,ect. that's old skool.
Can a good Muslim be a good American?
I sent that question to a friend who worked in Saudi Arabia for 20 years.
The following is his reply:
Theologically - no. Because his allegiance is to Allah, the moon god of Arabia.
Religiously - no. Because no other religion is accepted by his Allah except Islam (Koran, 2:256)
Scripturally - no. Because his allegiance is to the five pillars of Islam and the Quran (Koran).
Geographically - no. Because his allegiance is to Mecca, to which he turns in prayer five times a day.
Socially - no. Because his allegiance to Islam forbids him to make friends with Christians or Jews.
Politically - no. Because he must submit to the mullah (spiritual leaders), who teach annihilation of Israel and Destruction of America, the great Satan.
Domestically - no. Because he is instructed to marry four women and beat and scourge his wife when she disobeys him (Quran 4:34).
Intellectually - no. Because he cannot accept the American Constitution since it is based on Biblical principles and he believes the Bible to be corrupt.
Philosophically - no. Because Islam, Muhammad, and the Quran do not allow freedom of religion and expression. Democracy and Islam cannot co-exist. Every Muslim government is either dictatorial or autocratic.
Spiritually - no. Because when we declare "one nation under God," the Christian's God is loving and kind, while Allah is NEVER referred to as heavenly father, nor is he ever called love in The Quran's 99 excellent names.
Therefore after much study and deliberation.... perhaps we should be very suspicious of ALL MUSLIMS in this country. They obviously cannot be both "good" Muslims and good Americans.
Call it what you wish.... it's still the truth.
If you find yourself intellectually in agreement with the above statements, perhaps you will share this with your friends. The more who understand this, the better it will be for our country and our future.
Pass it on Fellow Americans. The religious war is bigger than we know or understand.
Old School....HMMMMMMMMMMM....... to tell you the truth I fukin' hate that term.......either your a biker (old school or not )or your not. REMEMBER $20,000 or 20,000 miles will NEVER make you a biker........its bred into you.. so sorry if I pissed you RUBS off ( Real Useless Bikers)with your SWANK softails (Softail With Abundance of Needless Krap )but my first ride was a 1941 knucklehead thats when we really rode. but OK I have succombed to comfort....now I ride for the pleasure & not to profile
old school is living with your bike for the winter-- It is all in pieces - and the only way to your bed is over the bike parts--
Old school is when the cops think your so bad they have one ride with you trying to reform you in your ways and the laugh is he becomes one of you -
Old school is the jeans you wore all summer and the leather with a little road rash
Old school is the chicks on a Saturday nite wearing their tite jeans and the name of their man on their leathers
Old School=Old Timers, thats the way I see it.
Old School still has his old B-17 Pilots Jacket.
Old School still rides a Flat Head 74
Old School still smokes NonFiltered Raliegh's
Old School still Camps with his ridin Buddies
Old School never trailered his bike to a rallye or Bike Week
Old School wrenches on his bike
Old School will still be riding till they pry his cold blue fingers from his bike long after he has died.
Now that is Old School.
Whenever I hear the phrase "Old School"
I think of all the great Old School hardcore punk bands. Like, Minor Threat, Dead Kennedys, the Misfits, D.O.A., Circle Jerks...etc
I've seen D.O.A. a couple times!!! And Joe Kiethley still puts on an awesome show 25 years after D.O.A. started in his parents basement in burnaby, (not too far from my house).
To me "Old School" is the person who keeps their word. If they say they'll do it, be there or whatever; you can bank on it.
The Old school is the dude that you don't know, who stops to help you when you are broke down on some highway, even if you are riding Harley and he's ridin jap.
Old school is that trucker in Alaska that sacrificed his truck and his life,
by taking to the ditch when grandpa in a motorhome pulled out in front of him.
Old school gives all the respect due everyone, but also demands that same respect in return.
Old school stands for what he/she believes in and if that is not the 'popular' opinion, doesn't care.
Old School is the little grunt that drops beside the trail to give covering fire, when Victor Charlie is pounding at your heels.
Old School is that young lady who screams in protest about a "wrong war" at the US Government, but then hands a flower to a disabled Vet.
Old school may be called scooter trash, derelict or may be even someone you admire, but whatever they are called, they walk proud.
I went to find some coffee and when I got back he was awake and had that same enormous smile on his face like he had just spent the night in a palace. As luck would have it, I wound up having the priveledge of riding beside him in the poker run and we stopped for a smoke and more conversation at each card stop. After watching him kick his bike over a dozen times at the first stop, I enquired about the suicide shift on his bike and asked why he was still riding such old equipment when the newer stuff was so much more 'user friendly'. His only reply was, 'no need, this one still works perfect'. After the poker run, I guess because of my curiosity about his bike, he was soon giving me a brief lesson on how to ride a suicide shift with a foot clutch and he told me to take it for a spin. Well my total time in the saddle lasted about 15 feet, where I stalled it and almost dropped it on my leg, at which point I set the bike on it's side stand and looked back to see him laughing to kill himself. His comment was 'the new stuff just don't have no personality like that one'. Well I have a whole new respect for those who clutch with their foot, and I believe a vivid picture in my head of what 'OLD SCHOOL' looks like.
Old School? I was at a biker rally this past weekend where they had a poker run for charity, and among the shiny new Fatboys and baggers, 1 gentleman stood out. He rode a Panhead (no idea what vintage, I don't know Harley's very well) and showed up wearing a black leather jacket(which had long ago stopped being black and was more like light gray to match his hair) and tattered chaps with a WW2 German infantry helmet and nothing else but a roled up sleeping bag and a leather roll-up pouch full of tools strapped to his sissy bar. He had a pair of those old leather aviator goggles on and he immediately reminded me of something straight out of Easyrider, except he was much more dirty and road weary looking, which was understandable considering the pouring rain. He had a handlebar moustache of pure white, which, when he pulled it out from under his chinstrap, hung almost to his chest. He was tall and thin and had a smile of crooked teeth that never left his face the whole weekend. His bike shook and rattled and the tail pipe swept up and ended in a flattened out trumpet about 2ft above the seat beside the sissy bar, it was flat black and bore a few war wounds and weld marks from unexected trips into the ditch. He rode 500 miles (800 km's) to be there, through pouring rain and cold, because a friend told him that they were having a get together to raise money for a worthy cause. I befriended him on the Friday night and we spoke (well, he spoke, I mostly listened in awe) over many wobbly pops and he told me many a story of 'the road' and some of his more exciting tales. After a bit, he wandered off to talk to some others and I went to sleep in my truck that night because it was too darn wet to be bothered pitching a tent, and when I awoke on Saturday morning, I crawled out of my truck feeling stiff and sore and I saw this 'old timer' fast asleep on the ground under the pick-up truck parked beside me...
DakotaBlu write: WhiskeyRich... spoken like a true biker...
Thank ya Blu, and might I say you got a different kind of "old school" feeling that I get from reading your pro and your posts. You got that old school feelin of havin been through it, standin by your man as he did the things I talked about before, the experience, the understanding, the school of hard knocks ya know. I saw your man's pic in your pro, may peace and freedom be with him. I never knew him of course, but just the feeling I get from lookin at his pic, and from readin about you, and the things you say, cause you are a product of your time with him, I can tell you are an old school biker. You have that understanding that so few REALLY get. I would have been honored to have met him, not possible of course, but in meeting you I can to some degree. I hope you can understand what Im tryin to say here. Maybe I can shorten it a bit to, I got the upmost respect for you lady and any biker would be proud to ride with you and share the memories and experiences of you and your man. Sorry this ran on and on, but I do mean it, much respect Blu, and thank you for your comments. Coming from you, I am honored.
I think "old school" is closely intertwined with what a "biker" is (from the other thread). If you look some of ya'll have said the same things about being a biker. To me being old school is something that is hard to be if ya ain't "old". Now hear me out on this. What I mean is this, I like to think that I have the attitude and feelings and love of the open road upon two wheels and the folks that do the same to be called a true "biker". But I don't think I have the experience, the knowledge, "school of hard knocks" under my belt, to be called old school. Guys like harleydragon, oldbull, Lostboy...guys who have lived bikes all their lives. I would look rediculous standin next to these guys callin myself "old school". I am firmly in the new school corner. I love ridin but if my bike broke down on the road, I'd be prayin I was riding with the likes of some of you Old Schoolers on here. Does that make me any less a "biker" than these guys? I would so no. I have the same love for the open road, the same feelins about those I ride with that these guys do. I would do what I can for any biker on the road if he/she needed help, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for those I'm ridin with. So I think I'm as much a "biker" as any of these guys, but I ain't nowhere near being "old school bikers" like those guys. Rock on guys and keep sharin so some of us "new school" guys can keep up.
I'm sure there are other "old school" folks here, but I'm new and still checkin out profiles and posts.
Ride safe. Rich
While riding to bike week on your H2 from Pa. you could fall behind and ride with anyone heading ther.
At B/W it was fun to hear the storys, form the guys that road from Seatle.
Cutting a gasket free hand.
Everyone waves back.
All you needed was a sleeping bag and a soft spot along the road.
You could always find someone that had papers.
Being a redneck ment you were a hard working man with short hair.
At bike week, everyone there was going to the races.
A chopper was a work of art cause the rider did all the work himself.
It's the third lap and your drum brake stopped working.
You could buy a carb kit for 3 bucks.
You could buy a carb kit.
Yuppies didn't ride bikes.
If my knee touched the pavement it was by mistake!!!