#sidecar motorbike

[motocrunch]

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[crownmoto]

[opendirectories]

[life-spire]

@ limamauro23

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[creekfiend]

People ask me, what is the point of Jean Vicquemare. I'll tell you. When two horrible guys are in love there should also be a third horrible guy who just wants to go home

[nelc]

A motorcycle sidecar used by Russian fighters with a Kornet ATGM.

[zansims4]

[mia-seth-adventures]

Christmas scene with Franka by Henk Kuijpers.

[choropilled]

angel killer choro and angel cypress still hasnt left my mind . unfortunately. i dont know. belphegor drives me fucking insane

[hawk-mann]

WTF

[crownmoto]

[sheep-from-rad]

Note: This is supposed to be a whole headcanon fanfic for everyone but I lost the plot after my brain decided a weird headcanon about Jason.Also I’m eating crackers with leftover pasta sauce because I ran out of spaghetti noodles. Note Note: I’m using motorcycle laws from my country so I don’t know if it fits in your place Masterlist divider by: @strangergraphics and @strangergraphics-archive Also I have a question: If I write a Jason Todd x reader series, would you guys read it?

“This is ridiculous Todd. There is barely any room in this side car” Damian protested, arms crossed with a dark green helmet on. He sat near the sidecar’s mini door, trapping you between him, Jason, Tim and the motorbike’s engine as if fearing that you’ll jump off when on red light. 

You thought that running away from the mansion and starting anew was a power move. Well, it was a power move but you completely disregard the fact that your family is composed of vigilantes with a former MI6 agent as a butler. The moment they learnt that you left was the same moment they got your location and started dropping by like a bunch of stray cats at your doorsteps. 

It started with Jason becoming your roommate (it’s like he knows your rent hiked up and you need a roommate or you’ll be forced to take more shifts), Dick’s patrol change and frequent drop bys to restock the pantry and Tim becoming your classmate (he says the course intrigues him but you know he already had that course learnt before). Your nights aren’t safe as well, if you’re not being followed home and then you’re suddenly waking up in the middle of the night to find yourself being cuddled to sleep by Damian and Bruce. 

And when you thought it can’t get even more ridiculous, this month Jason came back to the apartment with one of his old motorbikes modified with a two-seater sidecar and more helmets. 

“I told you, Gotham laws only allow one backride and you’re a minor. You don’t even have classes today” Jason interjected. He made a quick turn in a safe alleyway to escape the traffic and while doing so his other hand reached to check the seatbelts on the carseat. “You got all your stuff right? I won’t be able to go back and forth now since I have a patrol waiting.” You only answered a lazy ‘yeah’  at his question. Ever since they learnt you leave, they came to your door and started playing siblings and honestly it just feels weird. Sure you pined for that bonding but doing it now when you already have your heart close. 

“Since when did you adhere to the laws and isn’t Drake a minor as well?”, Damian pointed at the sleepy Tim behind Jason’s back. The teen is strapped on Jason’s back with an adult version of a baby leash, drinking coffee and eating donuts you guys got from the drive thru. “Wait, do you even have a driver’s license?” 

“Well, I have Dick’s driver’s license and Tim can reach the foot peg of the bike.”

“(Name)” Jason called, making you stop from walking. Tim stopped as well, opting to wait for you so you two can walk together to class.

“What is it?” 

You turned around to find him pulling a couple of folded hundreds from his pocket and depositing it in your hand. “What is this for?” A bribe? Is he paying you because he wanted a ‘sibling bonding time’ again? 

“This month’s rent. Bruce already bought the apartment buildings so he wants you to have the month’s rent back” 

Well shit.

dang I got so used to writing in headcanons I forgot how to write reader dialogues.

[uhhlifeig]

Sleigh - Dec. 24th - word count: 338 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“No way,” Sirius gasped, eyes shining. “No fucking way.”

“So, er, I take it that you like it?” Remus asked, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Or was that a bad ‘no way’?”

“No, no, Remus. This is perfect, oh my Merlin. Where did you get this?” Sirius asked, admiring his new motorcycle. (Well, not new new. It was a kind of… secondhand, but Sirius had wanted to restore one and make it his for ages now.)

“Oh! Erm, Dan from down the road- you know Dan, right? Yeah, he sold it to me. I knew how much you’d wanted to fix a motorbike up, so-”

Remus was cut off by Sirius launching himself at him. “Oh. Okay, then. Well, I also got you something else for the bike-”

Sirius looked up at him, wide-eyed. “What? No, don’t. This was enough, Moons. You’re gonna make me feel bad for only getting you some books!” he pouted.

Only some books my arse, Remus scoffed internally. They were first editions of all of his favorites; they must have cost a fortune.

“Well, if I don’t give it to you now, then it may never see use,” Remus said solemnly, acting as if it were a great tragedy. 

“Oh, fine,” Sirius said, acting annoyed. “Where is it, Moons?”

“Behind you, the big paper blob over in the corner,” Remus grinned, excited to see what his boyfriend would say when he saw it.

Sirius walked over and unwrapped it, revealing a sidecar shaped like a sleigh. He gasped. 

“Moony!” Sirius yelled, jumping up and down with excitement. “Oh! It’s so cute! I love it, thank you so much! When I fix up the bike, you can be the first person to ride in a side-sleigh, Remus!”

“Ugh, fine,” Remus groaned mock exasperatedly, still sporting a wide grin. “I’m happy you like the gifts, though.”

“Like them? I love them!” Sirius beamed. “Now, if you don’t mind, I think I’m going to snog you senseless now.”

“No, no, I really don’t mind.”

[thedissociatives]

however i know enough about the tt where explaining it to people who have no clue about it is at least a bit entertaining

not a big motorsport fan in the way that i never watch it by choice. but both my parents are into f1 in varying degrees + i was born and lived on the isle of man for a few years so i have been unable to escape it my entire life

[frenchcurious]

Harley-Davidson Motorcycle JD Sidecar Frame 1926. - source Cars & Motorbikes Stars of the Golden era.

[ginnympotter]

I would love to see an au with no Voldemort, and what Christmas would have looked like for little Harry with Jily.

"WHOOAAAAA," shouted Harry with excitement, flinging the cover of the box to the side and looking at its contents with admiration.

"You know what they all are, don't you?" asked his godfather, sitting beside him.

"Mmhm," confirmed Harry. He pointed to each Quidditch ball. "Koffle, budger, snitch."

"Close enough," said Sirius, ruffling his hair. "Merry Christmas, kid."

"What do you say, Harry?" asked Lily.

Harry hugged Sirius's side quickly. "Thanks, Uncle Sirius."

"You're welcome. You know, personally, I'm a fan of the old bludger strapped in there-"

Lily interrupted him. "But it's too dangerous to let out inside with other people here, PARTICULARLY for a five-year-old, as you're well aware-"

"Okay, FINE," Sirius surrendered, standing back up. "BUT, if he wants to play with it, I could take him in the yard. I think I've still got some beater skills in me."

"No son of mine is putting his hands on a beater bat," interjected James. "He's obviously going to go for the Quaffle-"

"Oh dear," said Lily, holding back a smile. Sirius and James turned to look at Harry, who was already playing with the Snitch. "Looks like we've got a Seeker on our hands."

Harry let the Snitch fly a bit, then caught it triumphantly.

"Good job, Harry!" shouted James. "Do it again!"

Harry obliged, letting the Snitch go. It fluttered away, and Harry began to chase after it with glee, the cat following in his stead.

"Look at him, all grown up, a Quidditch player in training already," said James with pride.

Sirius put an arm around his best friend. "I know. I remember the day he was conceived."

"Me too," said James.

"You do not know the day he was conceived, Sirius," said Lily, cheeks flushed.

Sirius laughed. "You underestimate how much we overshare. And look, I get it! My motorbike's sidecar is VERY sexy. That's why I bought it in the first place-"

"Oh Merlin, I'm going to kill you BOTH-"

The other guests started to cheer- Lily, James and Sirius looked to the center of the room, where Harry was on Remus's shoulders, easily grasping the snitch from mid-air. He looked to his parents and smiled. "DID YOU SEE THAT, DAD?"

"YOU'RE A STAR, SON!!!" James shouted, running over to him.

Lily couldn't help but smile, watching as James took Harry off Remus's shoulder and kissed him on the top of his identical mop of hair. Sirius pulled her in for a side hug. "Listen, I love that kid over there. I'm very glad you conceived him- even if it was during the 5 minutes I left you two alone in the motorbike."

"Yeah...me too."