Bike Names

[Larry1963]

This thread is started because of @cowpuc said something about my bike not having a name.

 

I have owned motorcycles on and off for many years. I was single until late 30s and because I got married a woman with two kids and moved I sold a lot of stuff and just never got back into bikes. Also at that time I was stationed at Mt. Home, ID. Living in South GA, my (step) daughter turns 16 and wants a car, I didn't want to buy another car, gas was close to 4.00 a gallon, so I told the wife I was going to buy a small motorcycle. I picked up a 1980 Honda 400T, it was great it was fun, it got great gas mileage. Well that just wet the appetite for a bigger bike. I wanted a HD, but man they are expensive. Long story short I went and looked at a HD 883, well that is way to small for me, but the guy had a 2001 Victory Classic Cruiser.

 

 

Well I bought this bike in a town about 50 miles from my house. So I get a ride and pick it up, and rode it home, now it has been about 12 years since I have ridden a big bike and years since I road a V-twin. It was a different feel, well 3/4 of the way home I ran into a bad thunderstorm. I arrive home wet, pull the bike into the carport, my youngest daughter comes out and looks at the bike and her dad soaking wet and says, is that the new bike, grinning from ear to ear YES! she says great and goes back in.

 

Well my other daughter comes home and looks at the bike and says so that is the new bike, again I am like a kid that cannot contain my excitement.

 

So we go out to eat to Sony's BBQ. I cannot stop talking about my new to me bike. Trips I can take, and all that good stuff. Finally my youngest daughter says, "Dad, that motorcycle looks like a great bike, but...... when a fat old man rides a bike with yellow flames it screams mid life crisis!" The funniest part of this story is my wife is very reserve, and doesn't show signs of a big since of humor, almost fell out of her chair laughing. she laughed so hard people where looking at her. So this bike has been named Mid Life Crisis or Mid Life for short.

 

What my youngest daughter fails to realize is that before her, I owned muscle cars, motorcycles, guns, ham radio, and other toys. She is the mid life crisis....... I didn't get married until I was 37...... I should of bought another corvette, I could of sold it and made money now LOL

 

 

The guy on the motorcycle is my daughters boy friend. you would have to read the post about the motorcycle lift and Tojo the dog.

Well after my daughter brings a dog home she also brings home a boy friend. Well like the dog, first I said no, HELL NO..... now he is my friend, I let him ride Mid Life since I have the venture, and helped him buy a 2000 Yamaha bike. I think they are still dating because he likes hanging out with me and my wife....... We ride a lot of weekends and I pay for all his gas and lunch while my wife makes dinner

 

So that is the story on how my Victory got called Mid Life I still do not have a name for my RSV yet.

[Hummingbird]

I've owned too many bikes to bother naming them and besides it just doesn't make any sense to me. If I go for a ride I go on "the bike", if I go fishing, I take "the boat", when I go to work, I go to "the shop" and work on my table saw or another tool. When I had more than one bike, I would take "the Silver Honda" or "the Black Honda" or "the Yamaha" for a ride.

When we got a puppy, he was named and we grew to love him, same with our cats, they have names and we love them. I have many tools that I use daily but I don't love them, they're a tool just as my bike is - a tool

I do have favorite tools but I don't name them, I just USE them.

The above is of course jmho and doesn't mean to reflect on anybody or anything.

[djh3]

I dont recall ever naming one. Seems their names change from day to day depending on how they treat me. LOL

[alwrmcusn]

My trike is "Big Red".

[Hummingbird]

My trike is "Big Red".

 

 

I have one just like that and it's a 2009 Yamaha RSV w/Hannigan trike kit - That's all the name it will ever get until the next owner should he/she decide to name it something else

[Larry1963]

I had a senior pastor friend of mine that had several bikes and their names where, Visitation, Greens, and I cannot remember them all, but he was at one of those churches and before cell phones, where they had to sign out. He would sign out and put out on Visitation.......

 

I am lucky at a small church, they call I answer, I show up to events and Sunday morning they are happy LOL

[WildBill1]

I named my 08 Harley, "Sundance", because of the pearl orange color and the 14 Indian is, "Blue Streak", because of the hole shot speed and arm pulling torque it has.

[Pic]

I have two in the stable. 07 RSV and 05 Fat Boy Screaming Eagle. They are both blue so I have Big Blue and Little Blue

[cowpuc]

I LOVE this thread:clap2::clap2::dancefool: Thinking that @Larry1963 has got ol Puc's number:Bunny:

THANK YOU for and and getting this started Lar!!

 

I've owned too many bikes to bother naming them and besides it just doesn't make any sense to me.

 

You have no idea how many times I have heard those words in my life Birdy, over and over again:rotf: Thinking it all has more to do with the color of the lenses of life that each one of us see the world thru..

Here is a short story about one of the times I heard the words "it just doesnt make any sense" in my life..

While working for the Boilermakers welding tube at a new powerhouse on the shores of Lake Michigan I discovered that the buddy welder I had gotten teamed up with was a major sloth. He would disappear for hours at time when we were suppose to be working, probably out token on a number and diggin on the radio. Our job assignment was for each of us to sit on a side of the "wall" of tubes and pass the puddle to each other to wring the tubes out (wall had little window openings around each tube joint that was ready to be welded - had to have a "buddy" on the other side cause there was no way to reach around to the other side to weld the pipe together). The wall of tubing consisted of 2" diameter tubing (or "pipe" if its easier to understand) with webbing between the tubes to tie them together into a solid wall that formed the inside of the boiler. These "walls" were 40 feet long and 60 feet in height..

One day I got tired of sitting on my bucket for 4 hours waiting for my buddy to show up so we could get started in the process of doing our job. The "Trades" are an extreme Union environment and our Bosses (called a "Push" on the job site) were Union also so complaining to the Boss about a problematic fellow employee would usually get the complainer into more trouble that the person being complained about - make sense? I finally got sick and tired of the unethical practice of not giving my employer an honest days work for a fair days pay and I decided to do something that I knew would make no sense to anyone else (theres those off colored glasses I seem to own). I started welding my side of the wall. About 3 hours and 1/3 of the wall later my Push came up and started screaming at that top of his lungs "WHAT THE HECK (not his actual word) ARE YOU DOING BARNHARD!!" As he was beating his fist against the wall and pointing downward into the "pit" he kept saying over and over again "You got the bottom of this wall pulled out 2 feet and have single handedly ruined well over 40 hours of fitment work on the tubes down there - THIS JUST MAKES NO SENSE!!

After he calmed down enough to quit asking me how I got so stupid followed by the words THIS JUST MAKES NO SENSE over and over again and while I was picking up my tools so I could go brass out (in a shop its called "punching out") for the last time (was in the process of getting fired) he finally said "I honestly thought you were smarter than this, you had to know what you were doing was wrong and that it was gonna cause that kinda damage didn't you?".. AHHHH HA, a chance to explain myself!!

As we were walking down to the "Change Shanty" (place to slip out of the Carharts and eat lunch on sub zero days) to collect my belongings I explained to him the whole story of why I did something that JUST MADE NO SENSE to him. After listening to my story I could literally see the color of his lifes lenses change right before my eyes:missingtooth:.. Just as we approached the brass house (last stop before entering the parking lot and heading home with no job), he stopped - looked at me and said "Tommy did that?" (Tommy was my buddy welder). He shook his head in a strange - WHAT I AM ABOUT TO DO JUST MAKES NO SENSE - kind of a way and told me to go back to work helping my pimp (that is what a welders helper is called in the field) grinding out all the welds I had done .

In the end some other really crazy things happened that made no sense to a lot of other folks.. In the end, my act of making no sense on the job site ended up with a Union boss firing a Union employee (Tommy) and the Union employee being actually booted out of the Union (which in and of itself MAKES NO SENSE cause that NEVER happens) .

Speaking about names, I ended up with the nick name of "Half Tube" because of that whole incident. Of all the nicknames of all the thousands of construction workers on the jobsites I worked for the Boilermakers thru the years, my earned nickname of Half Tube inspired more conversations between myself and other curious co-workers.. I cant tell you how many times I had someone walk up to me, stare at the words "HALF TUBE" that always appeared mysteriously on my Hard Hats and across the back of my Carharts. Those conversations more times than not would start out with a new friend saying "HALF TUBE? THAT MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE:scratchchin:"..

 

On a side note I would like to add,, I actually WON a BRAND NEW 1978 Harley Davidson Low Rider on the job site where I earned the name of Half Tube - this was AFTER I earned my nickname. I later took 2 months off my welding job and headed cross country on that bike - about three days into that journey my new Low Rider earned the name of "Hoglia" .. "Lia" and I spent many many hours with my feet propped up on her pipes while I slept by her side out trying to find lost Ghost Towns and Ghosts in far away strange places like Utah, Arizona, Montana, Maine and even New York City.. She protected me on the road, had my back under some bad situations by starting on the first kick, never let me down and totally earned her name.. At least thru my off colored glasses anyway..

 

I have one just like that and it's a 2009 Yamaha RSV w/Hannigan trike kit - That's all the name it will ever get until the next owner should he/she decide to name it something else

 

If I ever end up with your Trike Birdy I will shorten her name to Hanni.. "2009 Yamaha RSV w/Hannigan trike kit" is just to long of a name for this old knucklehead to try call her every time I loose her in a parking lot = "HANNI":rotf:!!

Edited January 28, 2016 by cowpuc

[Hummingbird]

I LOVE this thread:clap2::clap2::dancefool: Thinking that @Larry1963 has got ol Puc's number:Bunny:

THANK YOU for and and getting this started Lar!!

 

 

 

You have no idea how many times I have heard those words in my life Birdy, over and over again:rotf: Thinking it all has more to do with the color of the lenses of life that each one of us see the world thru..

Here is a short story about one of the times I heard the words "it just doesnt make any sense" in my life..

While working for the Boilermakers welding tube at a new powerhouse on the shores of Lake Michigan I discovered that the buddy welder I had gotten teamed up with was a major sloth. He would disappear for hours at time when we were suppose to working, probably out token a number and diggin on the radio. Our job assignment was for each of us to sit on a side of "wall" of tubes and pass the puddle to each other to wring the tubes out (wall had little window openings around each tube joint that was ready to be welded - had to have a "buddy" on the other side cause there was no way to reach around to the other side to weld the pipe together). The wall of tubing consisted of 2" diameter tubing (or "pipe" if its easier to understand) with webbing between the tubes to tie them together into a solid wall that formed the inside of the boiler. These "walls" were 40 feet long and 60 feet in height..

One day I got tired of sitting on my bucket for 4 hours waiting for my buddy to show up so we could get started in the process of doing our job. The "Trades" are an extreme Union environment and our Bosses (called a "Push" on the job site) were Union also so complaining to the Boss about a problematic fellow employee would usually get the complainer into more trouble that the person being complained about - make sense? I finally got sick and tired of the unethical practice of not giving my employer an honest days work for a fair days pay and I decided to do something that I knew would make no sense to anyone else (theres those off colored glasses I seem to own). I started welding my side of the wall. About 3 hours and 1/3 of the wall later my Push came up and started screaming at that top of his lungs "WHAT HECK (not his actual word) ARE YOU DOING BARNHARD!!" As he was beating his fist against the wall and pointing downward into the "pit" he kept saying over and over again "You got the bottom of this wall pulled out 2 feet and have single handedly ruined 40 hours of fitment work on the tubes down there - THIS JUST MAKES NO SENSE!!

After he calmed down enough to quit asking me how I got so stupid followed by the words THIS JUST MAKES NO SENSE over and over again and while I was picking up my tools so I could go brass out (in a shop its called "punching out") for the last time (was in the process of getting fired) he finally said "I honestly thought you were smarter than this, you had to know what you were doing was wrong and that it was gonna cause that kinda damage didn't you?".. AHHHH HA, a chance to explain myself!!

As we were walking down to the "Change Shanty" (place to slip out of the Carharts and eat lunch on sub zero days) to collect my belongings I explained to him the whole story of why I did something that JUST MADE NO SENSE to him. After listening to my story I could literally see the color of his lifes lenses change right before my eyes:missingtooth:.. Just as we approached the brass house (last stop before entering the parking lot and heading home with no job), he stopped - looked at me and said "Tommy did that?" (Tommy was my buddy welder). He shook his head in a strange - WHAT I AM ABOUT TO DO JUST MAKES NO SENSE - kind of a way and told me to go back to work helping my pimp (that is what a welders helper is called in the field) grinding out all the welds I had done .

In the end some other really crazy things happened that made no sense to a lot of other folks.. In the end, my act of making no sense on the job site ended up with a Union boss firing a Union employee and the Union employee being actually booted out of the Union (which in and of itself MAKES NO SENSE cause that NEVER happens) . Speaking about names, I ended up with the nick name of "Half Tube" because of that whole incident. Of all the nicknames of all thousands of construction workers on the jobsites I worked on for the Boilermakers thru the years, my earned nickname inspired more conversations between myself and other curious co-workers.. I cant tell you how many times I had someone walk up to me, stare at the words "HALF TUBE" that always appeared mysteriously on all my Hard Hats and across the back of my Carharts. Those conversations more times than not would start out with a new friend saying "HALF TUBE? THAT MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE:scratchchin:"..

 

On a side note I would like to add,, I actually WON a BRAND NEW 1978 Harley Davidson Low Rider on the job site where I earned the name of Half Tube - this was AFTER I earned my nickname. I later took 2 months off my welding job and headed cross country on that bike - about three days into that journey my new Low Rider earned the name of "Hoglia" .. "Lia" and I spent many many hours with my feet propped up on her pipes while I slept by her side out trying to find lost Ghost Towns and Ghosts in far away places like Utah, Arizona, Montana, Maine and even New York City.. She protected me on the road, had my back under some bad situations by starting on the first kick, never let me down and totally earned her name.. At least thru my off colored glasses anyway..

 

 

 

If I ever end up with your Trike Birdy I will shorten her name to Hanni.. "2009 Yamaha RSV w/Hannigan trike kit" is just to long of a name for this old knucklehead to try and say every time I loose her in a parking lot and am standing on the sidewalk yelling "HANNI":rotf:!!

 

puc - that just doesn't make any sense to me

[cowpuc]

puc - that just doesn't make any sense to me

 

Thats probably because you tried to read it before I had a chance to proof read it and edit it Birdy.. I missed a couple "a"'s and "the"'s in there and have fixed it.. Now it should make sense

[Hummingbird]

Seriously puc - I don't bother naming inanimate objects because I usually don't hold them long enough to remember what I called them. I have never owned a bike longer than a few years and that's really a long time for me. I once drove the St. Louis to buy a trike, trailered it home and the following weekend a guy asked if it was for sale. Wife and I had a dis-agreement but I won and the next weekend it (the trike) had a new owner and I was paid $$$$$ for my trip to St.Louis.

Point is - everything is for sale, just a matter of how bad someone else wants it.

I'll probably put my current ride up for sale this spring because I feel bad that it doesn't have somebodys affectionate name

[Larry1963]

Seriously puc - I don't bother naming inanimate objects because I usually don't hold them long enough to remember what I called them. I have never owned a bike longer than a few years and that's really a long time for me. I once drove the St. Louis to buy a trike, trailered it home and the following weekend a guy asked if it was for sale. Wife and I had a dis-agreement but I won and the next weekend it (the trike) had a new owner and I was paid $$$$$ for my trip to St.Louis.

Point is - everything is for sale, just a matter of how bad someone else wants it.

I'll probably put my current ride up for sale this spring because I feel bad that it doesn't have somebodys affectionate name

I recently bought a Honda VTX 1300 dressed to the max, for 2500.00 Put new tires on it, a guy drove by my house on the 3rd of July and seen the bike and stopped and asked how much I want for it. I was just trying to get rid of the guy and said 6500 cash. On the 4th of July him and a buddy stopped by the house with 6500.00 and asked to test drive it. Well he did and rode it home. I still had (Mid-Life) 01 Victory so I wasn't worried. I was looking for a HD, and almost pulled the trigger on a Ultra Glide, Limited addition for 12,500, but before I could go back to give this guy the money for the HD the guy called wanting to sell the 07 RSV he recently wanted 8K and I offered him 7, no deal, he 6th of July and said I need 6k by 3 pm today if you want the bike come and get it for 6K well I did. And I have been living happy ever after.

[Larry1963]

 

I have not named this bike, life has been in a hurry 2015. The above story with the VTX I had, right after I bought the RSV my mom died, I had a colon cancer scare, turned out to be nothing. Plus a friend of mine got into the business of buying bikes and selling them. I would pick them up, detail them and usually before I could have a bike detailed he would have it sold. He would pay me a percentage of the sale for detailing and delivering them. Most of the time I road the bikes home and to the person that bought them. I am not sure where he found the bikes, I think Cycle Trader, and the buyers at. But man it was a fun summer riding bikes all over South GA and FL.

 

A couple times I would be riding a gray hound bus to get a bike, with 20K cash in my pocket. I always dressed like a bum carrying motorcycle gear.

 

When I say I didn't name it when I ride down the highway I run the CB and there is still some traffic with truckers on there, looking for picture takers. My made up CB handle is Blue Goose.

 

Larry

[Hummingbird]

Larry1963 - pm in your inbox

[Larry1963]

Larry1963 - pm in your inbox

 

I think you figure it out

[NewbeeMC9]

Reba, it's a little red scooter.

[Barrycuda]

My 2000 Kawasaki Vulcan is named "Spock"

my Red 2008 wing is named Aurora. ( aurora borealis, the red ones are the most rare)

[mraf]

DOT {Doing our thing}

[Pegasus1300]

Most of my bikes especially the Yamaha V4s have been Pegasus something or other.The anniversary one in the Garage is Pegasus1300. The Spyder is Charlotte,kinda obvious huh?

[Flyinfool]

I normally call my bike "The Bike" But I occasionally have names for it that can not be mentioned on a PG website, but those names are only while it is misbehaving...................

[cowpuc]

I normally call my bike "The Bike" But I occasionally have names for it that can not be mentioned on a PG website, but those names are only while it is misbehaving...................

 

I would name it "Bergy" short for Ice Berg cause that's what the poor thing looked like sitting in the corner next to the White Washer the last time I was there to "tune" that infernal ice sickle makin contraption:stickpoke:!!

[Flyinfool]

Ask the the folks in the north east if they like how you "tuned" things.........................

 

Looks like there will a new "tune" for next week......................

 

Maybe "Ice Age" may become an appropriate name.

[MJ44]

It's my Broom

[Howard B]

My wife named my 1988 vr. I don't use the name very much, theres usually too many people around. Some folks don't like to hear @#$%^&*() in public.