Straight roads do not make skillful drivers.
Riding a bike is like an art, something you do because you feel something inside.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.
I don’t give a monkey’s arsehole about the Mods and Rockers.
Sometimes it’s a little better to travel than to arrive
A motorcycle coming down from 30 feet at 70 mph gives you a terrible jolt.
If I could marry my motorcycle, I’d roll her right up to the altar.
There’s a rumble in Brighton tonightRingside seats for the neighborhood fightThere ain’t a damn thing that the cops can do...
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
Well I woke up Sunday morningWith no way to hold my head, that didn’t hurtAnd the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t badSo I had one more for dessertThen I fumbled in my closet through my clothesAnd found my cleanest dirty shirtThen I washed my face and combed my hairAnd stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Anybody can jump a motorcycle. The trouble begins when you try to land it.
You see, I don’t know how to ride a motorcycle, actually.
We’re not here for a long time, we’re here for a good time.