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Introduction:
Hey, this is Joey Vegas. I live to ride, and ride to feel alive. Life is too short, ride hard, ride long, ride free!
I think BikerOrNot is a great online community, and talking to fellow bikers and enthusiasts is a good way to learn about other events going on around the country. I have met great people online and intend to continue being part of BikerOrNot.
Love to travel, and I do on a weekly basis. I have met some great people through BON, hope to meet you sometime for intelligent conversation, great ride, and perhaps drinks...
I'm a member of the American Legion, The American Legion Riders, Nevada State Coordinator for The Pony Express, and the Patriot Guard of Nevada. Served my time in the U.S. Army stateside, Central and South America.
Thank you.
Joey Vegas NV Pony Express Coordinator AL Pony Express National Webmaster NV K.I.A / D.O.W. Representative
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Yes, it can go 105 miles per hour. Somewhere in Arizona.

My cat is pissed today! Dude, take a chill pill...

Sit back, relax, grab a beer and enjoy my page. Welcome friend.





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Turn ons:
Free spirit, honesty, genuine smiles, good heart, oh and BRUNETTES!!! |
Turn offs:
Teasers, gold diggers, hyprocates, personal agendas, you get the picture... Can't stand DRUNKS that get stupid or can't ride their bikes, those are left behind without hesitation. Drama queens, backstabbers, women that scheme in groups... (had my share) |
Ideal:
someone that can ride, laugh, dance, have awesome wild sex, without the usual drama, enjoys the outdoors, loves watching sunsets, and wants to be loved... | |
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Activities:
Ride my Iron Horse, laugh, live, and then ride some more!
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Interests:
Fast Motorcyles (mine does 105), fast cars (my CL55 AMG cruises at 135+), and passionate women [in that order: bikes, cars, women]. VIP treatment in Vegas, New York, Paris, Brussels, and Buenos Aires.
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Favorite Music:
Lynyrd Skynyrd, 38 Special, Kenny Wayne Sheperd, Sex Pistols, CCR, Guns N' Roses, Korn, Jimi Hendrix, Megadeath, NIN, Tool, Nirvana, Offspring, Rammstein, Rolling Stones, T-Bone Walker, U2, Van Halen, ZZ Top, Led Zepellin, AC/DC, Saliva, RHCP, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Buddy Guy, Creed, John Lee Hooker, and so many others...
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Favorite Movies:
My Young Frankenstein, Mission Impossible, The Bourne Supremacy Trilogy, Foreign Films, Easy Rider, 300, Gladiator, The 13th Warrior, and so many more in my DVD collection.
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Favorite Quotes:
In case you missed it on 60 Minutes, this is what Andy Rooney thinks about women over 40
As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:
A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, 'What are you thinking?' She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting. Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you d deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved.
They know what it's like to be unappreciated. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her. Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons.
Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?', here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!
Think of and pray for Them TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY. THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, 'SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY! COUNTRY, MY CORPS.' THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT. THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.' ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. 'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,! AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.' This poem was written by a Marine.
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About Me:
I'm very intense, live life to the fullest, take the bull by the horns kinda guy. Travel extensively, loved passionately, and curiosity keeps my IQ in the 180s. Spending time with friends from different continents brings joy to my rich life.
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