Over the years, I have become convinced that the desire to ride is a communicable disease, or if nothing else, genetically embedded and passed down through the generations. I know where I caught it: my grandpa instilled the desire to ride in me and in the tribe of cousins ...

Want to join a motorcycle gang, but not sure where to look? Afraid that all gangs are violent and exclusive? Looking for a way to leverage your unique qualities into a patch of honor?

Then you've come to the right place. We've tasked ourselves with finding a motorcycle gang (or club) to suit each and every one of our readers.

Are you a proud Jewish biker? We've got you covered. Got a mean streak and hail from the great island nation of New Zealand? You'll find like-minded friends below. Love to do good deeds and can rattle off every entrée at The Olive Garden? We've found you a home.

Browse each group and find the one that best suits you. Direct links to each club are provided so you can start working on your application ASAP.

Oddly enough, one of the places where people most often drop their bikes is in their own garages.  There are a couple of reasons for that – coming home tired from a long ride, wet tires that have road grease on them, and the fact that many garage floors are slippery cement. ...

The more often you indulge in lengthy rides, the more you need to find ways to assuage the various pains and discomfort that can arise. Aching backs, stiff hips, shoulder and neck pain, and the dreaded Throttle Hand. You know how it feels. The fingers stiffen and ...

I once taught a 16-year-old boy to ride a scooter. It was a cute little Honda Metropolitan with a black vinyl seat. He was very excited because there was a small town parade coming up and he wanted to ride in the parade. So off we ...

If you are like me, you have a love/hate relationship with GPS technology. I would seriously rather carry around a beat-up old folding map. But the fact is that consulting a map is rarely a fast experience, and certainly not one you can indulge in while riding. ...

My friend Angel is a beautiful blonde who rides a huge, black V-Star. One of her riding accessories is a pair of long blonde synthetic braids that she has glued to the sides of her helmet. Angel gets a lot of double-takes as she flies down the road ...

I once had a boyfriend who owned a pumpkin-orange vintage BSA. The first time I laid eyes on that bike, a dream blossomed in my mind that revolved around me on a vintage Brit bike, wearing a retro bomber jacket, a rounded helmet from the era, and vintage goggles. ...

My friend Dave loved to smoke cigars. He liked the kind with the little plastic filter, and he liked to smoke them while riding. I have fond memories of Dave riding down the road on his huge orange Harley (affectionately named Queenie), arms covered in full-sleeve tats, and a ...

Chrome accessories are like tattoos and piercings. A little goes a long way, and one should aspire to a touch of grace and class along with the pre-eminent bad-assery. It's easy for the accessorizing to get out of hand, and suddenly you wake up one morning to discover ...