Crusade Against Bandidos Continues

Crusade Against Bandidos Continues (via The Aging Rebel)

Outlaws MC: Harry "Taco" Bowman Dead at 69

Outlaws MC: Harry "Taco" Bowman dead at 69 (via Biker Trash Network)

19-03-03 Linx of the Preternatural, Prodigious, and Propaedeutic

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A Cannabis High, No Plant Required - Scientists think they can re-create marijuana’s active ingredients with brewer’s yeast. (via The Atlantic found @ digg)

California keeps a secret list of criminal cops but says you can’t have it. Over 12,000 cops on this list. Who are the real criminals? Cops or Bikers? (via Insane Throttle Biker News)

Found in the Cold Mountains of Antarctica: A Warm Weather Lizard Fossil (via Popular Mechanics)

After Living 10 Years Of A Happy Life Man Wakes Up And Realizes He Was Unconscious And Dreamt It All (via Bored Panda)

Behold, The Pizza Omelette - Breakfast Pizza Paradise! (via digg)

Child Explains Why He Built a Nuclear Fusion Reactor in His Playroom and at Age 12 became the World's Youngest Person to Achieve Fusion (via Motherboard)

18 Harmful Foods We Keep Giving to Children (via Bright Side)

19-03-02 Linx of the Preternatural, Prodigious, and Propaedeutic

Peter Fonda rides the Captain America chopper. Credit: Topham/Topham Picturepoint/Press Association Images

Vandals Steal Head Of 800-Year-Old Mummy In Ireland (via NPR)

9 Creepiest Ocean Discoveries (via They Will Kill You)

Facebook, Amazon, Google, Apple, and Microsoft are turning our lives into a horrific Ray Bradbury novel (via Vanity Fair)

22 Old Weather Proverbs That Are Actually True (via The Art of Manliness)

Man Disappears In Brazil, Leaves Behind Locked Room With 14 Books Of Encrypted Text And A $2500 Statue (via Bored Panda)

10 Most Insane Requirements of The Green New Deal. The Green New Deal is not just un-American, it is completely bonkers. (via The Federalist)

10 Ways to Dress Up and Improve a Frozen Pizza (via ManMade)

Behind The Motorcycles In ‘Easy Rider,’ A Long-Obscured Story That Left Out The Two African-Americans Who Actually Built Them (via Insane Throttle Biker News)

Insane Harley Riding With The UNKNOWN Riders

UNKNOWN Industries presents: "The UNKNOWN Ride" a video following UNKNOWN Riders Nick Leonetti, Buddy Suttle, Kade Gates and Logan Lackey ripping through the streets of Oakland, CA and around the Bay Area on their Harley's.

Buy UNKNOWN shirts, hoodies, DVDs, calendars and more now at www.UnknownIndustries.com

About UNKNOWN Industries:

UNKNOWN Industries is a new breed of Harley-Davidson riders who push the limits of their motorcycles and themselves as they prove to the world what is possible on a bike.  UNKNOWN has garnered nearly 5 million views online of the first 13 episodes of their world famous “Harley Wheelies” YouTube series.   UNKNOWN’s team of Riders have traveled the country and performed hundreds of closed course Freestyle Harley Riding demos at events ranging from NASCAR, the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, Supercross, UFC, Harley-Davidson dealerships, X-Games, military bases, massive music festivals, the Hot Bike Tour and various other events across the US.  2014 included the release of UNKNOWN's second feature-length movie, "Into The UNKNOWN" on both DVD and iTunes.   UNKNOWN co-founder and rider Nick Leonetti was featured on the cover of Hot Bike magazine in 2014. UNKNOWN co-founder and rider Buddy Suttle was featured on the cover of Baggers magazine in 2015.  Additionally, UNKNOWN Riders have been featured in TV shows, music videos, TV commercials, online web-series shows, other magazines, and more. 

Watch UNKNOWN’s “Harley Wheelies” series on YouTube: www.youtube.com/unknownindustries
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Biker Rock Music Mongolian Style - The HU

The official music video for The HU's "Wolf Totem" The HU is a Mongolian band that plays Hunnu Rock with Mongolian instrumentation, like a horsehead fiddle (morin khuur), Jew's harp (tumur khuur) and Mongolian guitar (tovshuur), and Mongolian throat singing, with the pounding bass and drums of rock. The band plans to release its first album in Spring 2019, entitled Gereg, the name for a diplomatic passport used during the time of Genghis Khan. They said they have worked on it for seven years and it will contain nine tracks. The band calls their style of music "hunnu rock", (hunnu aka hun) hu being a Mongolian root word for "human". Hunnu is an ancient empire that was present in central Asia and in present-day Mongolian territory around 210 BC. In the west, they are known as the Huns, yes, as in Atilla the Hun.

19-02-16 Linx of the Preternatural, Prodigious, and Propaedeutic

Secrets of the Living Dolls (via Plaid Zebra)
QAnon Facebook groups supporting the conspiracy theory seems to have created a lot of problems in the lives of its adherents (via VICE)

WARNING: If you ride a motorcycle (of any kind) you are considered a criminal by the Federal Government! (via Insane Throttle)

Female British News Host Strips Naked On Live TV Because Of  Brexit (via digg)

Wait, What? You Can Buy a Ghostbusters Ecto-1 Transformers Toy! (via Geeks Are Sexy)

A Snow Moon—the Year’s Brightest Supermoon—Will Be Visible Next Week (via Mental Floss)

Top 10 Outrageous Burger King Scandals

Video by Babble Top

Image found @ AdWeek

Further documented Burger King legal battles (some still pending) can be found all over the internet. I've been an on again off again consumer of Burger King food products even though I am so turned off by the mascot Burger King himself (more on "The King" in a later Bonez post). I have eaten Whoppers in about 30 of the 50 U.S. states and in five or six European countries. No, they don't taste the same in Europe and that's not because of the horsemeat contamination. In my opinion, the only thing that makes European Whoppers passable is the fact some of the Burger Kings in Europe also serve large amounts of really good Beer (McDonald's has more beer selling locations and started serving beer years before Burger King jumped on the money train of adding alcoholic beverages to their menu. However, McDonald's has its own European legal problems.). The beer definitely makes the experience better.  But I digress ...

Some harder to find Burger King sex scandals like their apology for a Russian ad offering a lifetime supply of Whoppers to Russian women who got pregnant by World Cup players are nonetheless entertaining in their own right.

KRUSTY PUNCHING GIF by GIPHY

My favorite is still the BK Super Seven Incher (fondly referred to as 'the blowjob ad' by many Burger King critics) pictured above left. 'Burger King raped my face', claimed the angry model whose image was used without her permission. She (who mysteriously has never been named) called for a Burger King boycott protesting her being featured in the sexually suggestive ad, saying, "...with no due regard to me as a person, profited off reducing me to an orifice for their penis sludge; publicly humiliating me in the process." Penis Sludge? Er, okay then. Her viral YouTube video rant was taken down (again, under mysterious circumstances) I must assume after Burger King quietly paid her off for the services rendered against her will, i.e., Face Rape with Super Seven Incher Penis Sludge. Respectfully, no pun intended by Bonez, of course.

So, I added to the Top 10 Outrageous Burger King Scandals a few you will not find on YouTube to further entertain Bonez readers. If you desire to learn even more interesting "facts" about Burger King and Whoppers click this hyperlink now and then stay tuned to Bonez (i.e., SUBSCRIBE for totally Free Updates) for future Burger Madness and other world revelations.

Adiós amigos Bonez hasta que nos volvamos a encontrar.

Unwritten Rules of the Road Every Rider Must Know

Unwritten Rules of the Road Every Rider Must Know: If you’ve got a motorcycle endorsement, chances are you’ve got a grasp on the written rules of the road. But did you know there are plenty of unwritten rules that are just as important? Not following these rules won’t just make you look dumb; it could get you killed. So if you want to stay safe, make friends and earn some good biker karma, make sure you commit this list to memory. 1. Never touch someone else's bike without asking first. For many people, a motorcycle is like a...

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The Miss Buffalo Chip Video So Hot It’ll Melt Your Screen

The Miss Buffalo Chip Video So Hot It’ll Melt Your Screen
The biker babes from the Miss Buffalo Chip Pageant turn up the heat more than two-lanes of blacktop baking in an August South Dakota sun every time they set foot on the Wolfman Jack Stage. Lucky for you, Sturgis Rider TV® All Access caught everything you may have missed while wiping the steam from your riding goggles, plus some behind-the-scenes footage that shows how these head-turning hotties like to party once they step off the stage. Now that your pipes have cooled, grab some popcorn and...

Other Related Bonez Posts: Biker Babes

5 Reasons Biker Women Get Sexier with Age

5 Reasons Biker Women Get Sexier with Age: Some things in life just get better with age. Just like your first album, a box of cigars, a great bottle of whiskey, your favorite pair of riding boots or a comfy pair of jeans, biker women keep improving with the passing of time. Click through to find out five reasons why biker women get sexier with age and learn how you can attend or be a part of the Rally’s sexiest contest for 35+ biker women. 1. They’re confident. Mature biker women simply know who they are better than anybody...

19-02-01 Freaky Friday Fun

The LSD Archive at The Institute of Illegal Images - “It kept me from eating it if it was framed on the wall” - Mark McCloud on his amazing collection of LSD Blotters (via Flashbak)

New Research Says Lack Of Sex Makes Your Vagina Depressed - I do not have a vagina, but I think the same concepts and principles may apply to keep your penis from being depressed. (via Higher Perspectives)

Check Out This Dude's 'Emotional Support Gator' (via VICE)

Abandoned Shark Found in Defunct Wildlife Park (via Ripley's Believe It or Not!)

The Grave with a Window: Visiting the Mysterious Final Resting Place of Dr. Timothy Clark Smith (via Week In Weird)

Featuring hundreds of haunted, historical, and supernaturally-significant artifacts, the Traveling Museum of the Paranormal & Occult is the world’s only mobile museum of the unexplained. (via Traveling Museum of the Paranormal & Occult)

Have a Great Weekend ~ Bonez

Lean Meat with a Crusty Top

Just like Mrs. Mac's meat pies, my life is pretty much some awesomely delicious lean meat with a crusty top called the school of hard knocks wisdom tempering it. Funny what truth we can glean and apply to our lives even from a silly tantalizing (or is that titillating?) commercial. This is an example of what I mean when I tell people that they can hear God's voice everywhere and at any time through any medium and often in the most unlikely of places and situations. Those who have ears to hear ...

Bonez ... also known as ME, MYSELF and I, will be riding up to the Lexington, Kentucky area today to meet up with my best friend for Life, Captain Willie Lee (HawkEye) Payne. He and I have been best friends since we were about fourteen and have saved each other's lives numerous times so we are continually indebted to put up with each other's crap till we croak. I would include a picture of him and his ride (2010 H-D Road King über customized and schmexxy as all git out) but that would take away from a fairly good shot of me and my ride (2010 H-D Dyna Super Glide Custom even schmexxier than Captain Willie Lee's two-wheeled babe). Since this IS my home turf I will play my home turf trump card this time and save pictures of him and his sweet ride for another post or three. Okay, who am I kidding here? I can't resist posting another pic of my beauty (still as yet unnamed) and it so happens Willie Lee's heartthrob is in it so it serves a dual purpose. Note, this shot was before I installed my wickedly cool skeleton hands holding coffins mirrors and she's pretty dirty after a thousand miles or so of hard riding so look beyond that and see her inner beauty and power. Okay, you see his bike but I refuse to cave in and post a picture of him until he reads this post and gives me sh*t over it.

Wow, what is all the above about? Well, primarily, I am supposed to be packing the bike right this minute and getting my tired butt on it and heading up North. I am in for a long weekend of riding twisties in the Blue Ridge Smokies, eating lots of grilled animal carcass, shooting handguns and AR-15's and anything else we can get some ammo for, riding some more twisties, and enjoying the natural magnificence of Creation we are so blessed to inhabit at a level most people never experience. Definitely one of those "if you don't ride you don't know" moments that I will hold dear in my memories until the aforementioned day I croak. So ... am I packing and loading and riding at this very moment? No, Ma'am (or Sir as the case may be). I am sitting here naked tapping out another Bonez blog post to let some of my pent up emotions become exposed (get it? I'm naked and "exposing" my emotions .... hahaha, I crack myself up sometimes) to a faceless mass of strange electronic visitors. How's that for a blogging addiction?

Okay, time for me to stop self-indulging and unstick my bare buns from this leather and get geared up and out of here on my weekend adventure. I will leave you, Dear Reader, with a reminder of what this weekend is really all about least you forget. I can NEVER forget and will always be eternally grateful for those who gave all so that I can sit here naked and type rambling nonsense in FREEDOM. Ride Safe and Ride Free.

Dream Rangers and False Prophets

Not even a pending apocalypse could keep these Taiwanese gentlemen bikers from living the wonderful experience of two-wheel therapy. Reliving memories of their youth and bravely denying "circumstances" and fear from squelching their desires to LIVE. Life is something we are supposed to live ... not just let happen to us.

Thank goodness none of them were influenced by the likes of our False Prophet, Reverend Harold Camping.

Harold Camping, the radio evangelical preacher now says he "miscalculated" (again) in his predictions that May 21, 2011, would be Judgement Day and the Rapture. Um, actually those are supposed to be two separate major events separated by a specific period of time ... according to the Bible. But, I guess in Reverend Camping's world its all just a game of numbers he randomly picks and chooses from "God's Word" since he's obviously the only one smart (or is that "devious") enough to interpret them and prepare the Flock for their imminent departure from the fleshly realm.

Camping is not retreating from his end of the world on October 21st predictions, though. He says that God has spared humanity five months of hell on Earth but the apocalypse would still happen right on schedule ... Camping's schedule apparently ... on the 21st of October come rain or shine or hell or high water. Hold it. Hell and High Water may be part of the end, my bad.

Some of Camping's followers gave away everything they owned since they would not be needing them once they rose naked into the air with the resurrected corpses to meet Jesus in the clouds. They were so convinced that Camping was right (this time) and they would be spared the horrors of an angry God hell-bent on killing billions of people and finally destroying the entire planet in five months.

Mr. Camping was hiding out in a motel room with his wife ... probably fearful of being tarred and feathered and run out of town on a rail or stoned to death like the Bible says should happen to all false prophets who miss predictions.

The penalty for false prophecy, is capital punishment (per Deuteronomy 18:20)."But a prophet who presumes to speak in my name anything I have not commanded him to say, or a prophet who speaks in the name of other gods, must be put to death."In summary, the biblical standards for a false prophet, it is forbidden to speak in the name of a god other than YHWH.[citation needed] Likewise, if a prophet makes a prophecy in the name of YHWH that does not come to pass, that is another sign that he is not commissioned of YHWH and that the people need not fear the false prophet.(Deuteronomy 18:22)

Oh, that's right, that is part of the Bible Camping selectively disregards ... not a lot of profit in that one.

When Camping was asked if he had any advice to offer those who had given away everything in the belief the world was about to end, he almost smugly said, "We just had a great recession. There are lots of people who lost their jobs, lots of people who lost their houses... and somehow they all survived." Wow, how's that for compassion for the thousands you duped and ripped off? Oh, and then he added, "We're not in the business of giving any financial advice, we're in the business of telling people maybe there is someone you can talk to, and that's God." What an absolute asshat! Yeah, they better talk to God because they are not going to get any truth or sense or financial remuneration out of you, Mr. False Prophet Camping!

Doom Death Destruction and Other Fun Stuff

I have sat on my blog butt and contemplated the lint in my virtual bellybutton instead of writing for the last few days and that is more than long enough. It seems like weeks already but it has only been a short time since I posted my critically acclaimed and highly circulated "Don't Throw The Tail Away That's Good Eatin'!". I refuse to bask in the daily flood of fan mail and cannot afford to sit on my laurels. Hmmm, actually sitting on my laurels sounds sort of painful as my laurels are fairly sensitive and quite possibly one of my erogenous zones. Oh, um, yes, as I was saying, I will not continue my self-imposed mini-hiatus from Bonez and vow to break the lag between posts today with this erratic and esoteric item for your blog consumption. Bon Appétit.

R.I.P. Yvette Vickers, former Playboy bunny (1959) and SciFi B-Movie Queen.

I know that Mr. Camping is totally wrong on his hysterical predictions of the end of the world because I am going on a long motorcycle ride with friends in Kentucky the weekend after. It's sort of like knowing it is going to rain if you wash your car. Know what I mean? It's quantum mechanics or something or other like where the heck do those missing socks and g-strings go when they disappear out of the dryer? It's frakking bewildering, isn't it? I just know that these poor evangelical fundamentalist doomsayers are going to be spending that weekend hiding from the press and recanting their predictions because of some "new" biblical evidence that was found on May 22nd. Sheesh. Hey, this is not the first time these sort of party poopers have done this and worked themselves up in a lather over bizarre biblical interpretation. I say let them interpret to their hearts' desire. That's their right and I will defend it to the death but don't go telling me about how scary and mean and vengeful their loving God is who will only save a few hundred thousand lucky souls while the rest of the 6.5 billion people cook on the slow roasting spit of eternal hellfire and unimaginable torment. Yeah. Wow, now isn't just like a God of Love for you? So damn fickle to say the least. Love ya one minute and burn ya the next. These are the same folks that probably think it was cool that God struck Japan with the earthquakes and tsunamis .... and are excited about all the death and destruction God is going to exact on America (according to them) ... wow, sounds more like they are praising their boogie man, Satan, and not their "amazing loving God of mercy".

I'm a Freak Bitch, Baby I Don't Wanna be Friends

I have a confession to make.

I choose right now to boldly step out of the closet and admit my dark secret infatuation for Lady GaGa. There, I did it and I am not ashamed. Yes true BONEZ believers, that strange ... nee, Bizarre sexy nymph over-the-top songstress has captivated my sweaty music video psycho-sexual fantasies. In doing so, Lady GaGa has accomplished what no other pop diva could have hoped for and dethroned the Material Girl Like a Virgin Madonna who reigned over my deeply buried fetish urges for the last twenty-something years. I do not care how un-Biker-like it may be to come clean with this confession. I do so with full understanding that I may well become a marked man for ridicule and derision in the Biker Community at large. DILLIGAF? Of course not. Ride your own ride, Baby, and mine is Lady GaGa ... at least for this post.

I do not know what attracts me so much to her art (yes, I believe it is ART and superb showmanship). Maybe it is the combination of psycho-sexual innuendo, classic glamor infused with fantasy and science fiction anime-like qualities ... every fanboy's fetish wet dream? Her songs get caught up in my head and I find myself mentally singing,

"I want your love
love-love-love
I want your love"

over and over and it actually makes me feel good and light spirited in my stressful corporate shark infested world. And if it makes me feel good then it is good for me and true to my real nature. Thus, I am going with it and openly confessing my devotion to Lady GaGa here in front of the whole multitude of BONEZ fanatics... all three or five of them.


"I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love"

Hell, I do not even know what most of the words really mean, but it is so much fun in my brain and it makes my heart leap. The wicked vision she creates through her videos makes it all such a wonderful escapist excursion into her questionable manipulated reality and I do not care that others know I Live there for brief moments. It helps me cope with the steaming pile of feces that my own reality sometimes becomes and gives me renewed hope and strength that I will turn that pile of crap into a better tomorrow ... tomorrow. Isn't that what ART does? Inspires us to better tomorrows?

Just to show that I am not totally GaGa over the Lady I give you Caught in a bad BROmance created by some sick brethren that will have you singing

"Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rom-mah-rom-mum-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad " BROmance.



Ra Ra Ooo Rah Rah a Bad BROmance Part Deux with an even sicker version of just plain outright Wrongness. I Don't Wanna be Friends!

I Heart Me Some Superslab Gators and Misty Dawns

I loves me some gator on hot superslab for breakfast lunch or dinner. My Harley powers down the highway like a predatory beast chewin up the miles with no fear of them sinister gators and their unruly hides barrin our path. Gators come in all shapes and sizes and even the smallest of them can give you an instant laundry problem in your tidy whities ... or a quick trip to the hospital or the morgue for those less fortunate to tangle with one unexpectedly. My Harley shows no sign of backin down when she spies one of the ornery critters laying all innocent like on the concrete roadway and it is up to me to reign her in and put a little heel to her to steer her head around the rubbery monster she really shouldn’t mess with. She seems to forget that night a few months back when we were plowin through the night at seventy-five or eighty on that Kentucky superslab with Captain Hawkeye when that big ass gator snuck up on us out of the blackness and nearly swallowed us whole. I know I about shit my britches and screamed like a girl as my pelvis was rammed up through my rib cage and my sweetheart Harley bucked like a crazy mare who’d seen a rattlesnake. We come through it all right but I have the emotional scars and still wake up from nightmares to that girlie scream and sweatin like a pig. Now I know them gators move around at night and bein all nocturnal and all and not just lazin around sleeping on the hot superslab in the day time. My dear Super Glide Custom has a tendency to quickly forget and she recons that she got through that one all right so what’s to worry about running up on another one. I love her but she can be so damn hard headed at times when it comes to cutting her own path down the highway.


No, I am not talkin about THAT kind of gator ...
I'm talkin about THIS kind of gator ... a frakkin Road Gator!


A friend of mine used to hunt superslab gators on his bike. But he rode a rice burner ... er ... metric cruiser with a Japanese name. He didn’t much care about basic maintenance and such on his bike and he was pretty fearless ... translate “fearless” as ignorant as hell ... and he bragged about killin gators with his iron (aluminum and plastic) steed and made a game of gator jumpin like he was one of them Jack*Ass movie stars or somethin. Well, one day he called me and was actin all giddy like and shoutin into the phone about tryin to jump the biggest dang gator he’d ever laid eyes on and it about killed him and how he totaled his P.O.S. Japanese named bike but he still killed the beast and how the insurance man was goin to give him a ton-o-money and he was goin to get himself a real man’s bike like mine and he, in fact, had made so much money by wrecking his bike and killing that gator that he was going to get himself a custom made one of a kind chopper-iffic motorcycle babe-magnet make your Momma cry bike to end all biker wet dreams from here on in. Yeah, he talked all funny like that for real.

I didn’t hear from my friend for a couple of months and then I got an e-mail from him with this picture attached ...


Now you can probably guess at my amazement that he indeed done gone and built himself a custom made one of a kind chopper-iffic motorcycle babe-magnet make your Momma cry bike to end all biker wet dreams from here on in real man’s bike. But I was not so convinced that it was really the alleged motorcycle babe magnet he had dreamed it would be and I told him so. A couple days later he sent me another email with THIS picture attached.


Yep, I loves me some superslab gators, but I ain’t got the kahunas to do what my buddy did ... even for another Misty Dawn potential out there. Which is probably for the best as I don’t think there’s enough room in this world for another superslab gator bike ... or another Misty Dawn :)

The American Dream - A Biker's Perspective

So many people ask me why I ride. The following two videos do a little explaining but like I always say ... "If you don't ride, you don't know" ...


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Chaz Marie - Biker Chick

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