Thursday, December 31, 2009

A year in review..a new one around the corner


Can't say it was a bad year..still sucking air, riding, looking at the lawn from the top side..Lost friends, new friends and diet dew friends..May next year be your year...good luck to all my friends in 2010...



Saturday, December 26, 2009

We the Sheepeople....

We the sheepeople have spoken,,ya according to the Barrack suck ups in the press 65% of the country does not want health care to be run by Washington..but yet our elected clowns tossed out 100 billion in pork to get the needed vote to clear the first hurdle..We spoke out..most at the water cooler at work, while reading the morning paper on the shitter or in other deep dark corners where no one cares..

So we have ourselves to blame for where we are today..Didn't vote for what..we didn't pursue stopping this with enough vigor..we are the sheepeople and the jerks off we elect understand that..We bitch a little than drop our drawers and take what ever they hand us..It sucks but that is exactly the way it works..

So be proud..we have another vote and more pork for your kids and grands kid and there kids to pay for..Might be time to step out of the shitter and into the streets..Sheepeople..


Thursday, December 24, 2009

Happy Holidays to all...

It was starting out as a story that was yet to be told..Let's see how the night plays out..

I was asked yesterday why if I was not a religious person do I embrace the holiday..Simple,,,it is the sprirt of the day..I wonder why we can't practice it everyday..Oh well I'm as guilty as the next on that one..

So best wishes to all my new friends in blog land..those who follow and those who just stop by..The common bond of bikes brings together..You all have made it a great year in cyber land..and in many ways in life..Thanks for your sharing both good and bad..Thanks for your support and the laughs..they each one have meaning..

Let see how the story plays friends...


Thursday, December 17, 2009

Mondo, Easyriders and life in the 1980's..


The year was around 1981..I stumbled into a little dirty shop in Fresno looking for clutch plates for 1964 Panhead..The dude at the counter pointed to the back room and said go see Mondo..That was my introduction to a life long brother..

Painter by trade..Harley builder by choice, family man when it called..we shared some hard riding..when his ride was picked to be in Easyriders we rode the 300 miles to the photo shoot..Did anyone hear that we rode to the photo shoot..

Easyriders in the 80's was a biker mag..not like today's rag..Spyder, Mutha, Dave Mann..stories from the road and a ton of pics of what we did..ride..Mondo had this ride inside in 1984..I found the issue after cleaning out a storage unit..My Panhead is next of I can find that issue..I handed his first ride pics  to him yesterday..It all falls into place..we have a plan..Diet Dew's..long cold nights in the garage for the next few weeks..Go two Shovels and a the Dirty ones Pan to reserect....

Old Harley's and new technology..Not old school..don't even say it..Coming of age..doing it the way we always have..We have a plan..see ya in Sturgis..and we are riding to that photo shoot..



Thursday, December 10, 2009

Rant's from a Harley Snob and other little known points of view.....

I know it is hard to figure..The Rat a Harley snob..well I'm confessing..I tried to change my ways..We had a cancer kids ride Sunday and I invited a friend..notice I can't bring myself to say ride with us..He bought him one of those Yamiewhooper V-Sluts or what ever they call them..Bragged how he paid so little then dumped $10,000 grand into thingies..But it is still cheaper that a Harely..OK..So Sunday rolls around and the weather sucks..but some of us still ride..The dude is late..should we just ride..No I'm trying to kick a habit..Notice I didn't say a bad one..

So I buckle under my own intense internal pressure and dial the phone.. Hey dude where waiting on you..Quote from the mouth of babies..It might rain I didn't think you would ride in bad weather..I'm not taking the bike out it is a real bitch to clean and it's not safe to ride in the rain..Well that just plain ruined all the hard work that had gone into changing my ways..I AM A HARLEY SNOB..and proud of it..

The ride was good..wet at times and saw a few snow flakes..Fabian my little man who has been fighting the big C is winning the battle..I meet his parents for the first time..touching and it left me feeling both overjoyed for the little man and wondering how to help Mom and Dad..Young hard working people have had to give up everything for the one thing they love..Love you to little will work out..see ya as you walk out the door...

Now a few of life's little observations.. 

What do you call a lawyer who can't make it in private practice..

Mr. President

What do you call a bus load of lawyers running off a cliff..


With loud pipes no one can hear you fart..

Bumper sticker..How do you like your change now..

The government does not give a fuck about you, it all about them..

George Carlin  RIP brother..

Life is to short to worry..I'm going riding...


Saturday, December 5, 2009

Road Food,,,Spam or Bacon???

It's an argument that has raged since the horse and buggy days..Well almost that long..what is the best toss it in your bag and ride meat..or sorta meat???

Now let's set the stage..or re-live old rides..You and your favorite band of road tramps just hard pounded a grand worth miles in fourteen hours..your ass hurts..shoulders ache and you have no idea who the wise ass is that decided to sleep in this flea infested rest area..and to top it off your belly is thinking your throats been cut..Diet Coke and half melted snickers bars are looking like dinner when someone in the crowd tosses out a can of of Velveeta shells,,pre made stuff and a yellow onion..It's road gourmet chow time..

Now bacon only works well in the winter..If you stash bacon next to you underwear on a summer ride and don't open the diddy bag for a few days you got a mess..try and explain those skid marks bubba!! But bacon is king gourmet road food when you can keep it from dripping..pull out a pound of bacon after a long hard run you the number one bro for the night..

Now pre ride foods is a toss up..Apple smoked, thick sliced bacon gravy and buttermilk bisquits will get you  a day's praise..but spam frieds with onions, red potato's and eggs rolled in a tortilla can also gain you road food fame..It's a tough question..what rules the road..Spam or Bacon????? I'm headed for breakfast..



Saturday, November 28, 2009

Missing a Gear..

Ya ever miss a gear, no not on the scoot but in life. I have missed a gear over the last couple of months. It's not a bad thing but something experience..

I ride, it is what has driven me to be me since my teens..I just hit 49 a couple of weeks back..Riding and the friends, the lifestyle have given me everything I have wanted through out those years. The last few months were the same yet different. I got some hard riding in this year with some good friends..I reach out and made amends to some old friends..Gypsied life for a month just like the old days..searched for something new and still morn something lost..

I found a place. Not what I was searching for but when I walked in the door it reached out to me..I have found comfort in it..I find myself not riding but enjoying home where home has always been where ever my head landed that night..I find myself sitting on the patio with two fingers of Famous Grouse and cigar watching the dogs play or in front of the fireplace watch old black and white movies, not riding..Everyday like on old drug habit I get the urge but it has been seldom I cave into it..

The Shovel well she understands..her new paint and motor parts are on the shelf above her..She knows this is her year..My painter is dying to get his hands on top end dude calls twice a week asking were her jugs are..This is the year she is getting done to become a local runner..semi retired..gonna replace her for long rides..she is and always will be my girl..Every time I walk past her I think today is the day..

It will happen..thanks for understanding you old oil dripper..


Monday, November 23, 2009

What hell are we thinking..

History 101..what is it called when your government controls the banking system, leading, large portions of private care is next..they are setting earning in private industry..robbing those who create the jobs to give to those who are to fucking lazy to earn their communism..

The Oreo in charge has made it clear were a fucked up country..We are all idiots and have no idea what is good for us..He also knows that to ever have one chance in hell to be re-elected he has to keep the entire welfare state in his pocket..Why do think they keep telling us how many jobs they have created and the unemployment rate keeps climbing..15.7% is the real deal number if you include those who have ran out of benefits..keep them broke and just barley feed them..what a deal..

We the people..the backbone of our once great country have done what we always do..we stood up and battled until the football season started then we just sat in our corner a silence..We shouted and they listened..we stopped and the forged ahead..we a fucking sheep and they boy's in DC understand we cannot sustain our battle, we bow our heads in shame and accept our whippings...

We are losing our country..not a slow take over but a fast and hostile grab..Stand up and speak out..

A pissed off Rat..

Monday, November 16, 2009

Not meant to tread on Rats Toes

but i'm gonna start a blog of my own kinda put up some of my History .

And no before you think yer luck has Changed i'll still be posting on here aswell i just fancied having a pop at this bloggin shit myself

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Old School.....

I had to go to Sactown a few day's back..Went to see a doctor who could cure all that could ever go wrong with you..Using chicken blood, cheap cigars and rum I find out later..well I didn't get the cure so being in the area I decided I would swing into an old bro's shop and see if he had what was needed to cure the shovel..and no I was not looking for C-4..

Shop was still there hidden on a back road, couple of nice Bobbers out in front..Walked in and asked if Dale was around?? The kid behind the counter tells me Dale passed about five years ago and he ad taken over the shop..He was his son..I passed along my condolences and asked a few questions about my old bud..Then it started..

Dale Jr. informs me this is the last old school shop left in the area..So I asked what's old school?? He defined it as the hardcore biker lifestyle...You know man like you and my dad lived..I was sorta baffled at first,,I'm not that old shit..I just ride. Sure there are some unwritten rules we live by and it is a lifestyle but it's one that evolves, changes as life changes...

So for once I might be wrong but in my humble opinion old school is building a bobber or a rat..and has nothing to do with what we do or how we ride..Share your thoughts..and take the pole..LOL...


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Vetrans Day Thoughts...

I remember my day's serving our great country under a presedent who had nothing but distane for the military just like today..I was lucky we were not at war and the oppertunity to use us as cannon fodder to stop the war did not exsist..We got up and did our jobs for the people and the freedoms of Americans but nothing close to those who server today are enduring..

To our active troops and all those who have served..We the American people support and respect what you have done and are doing to keep us free and safe..We stand behind you, cheer your victories and share your pain in defeat..You are the backbone of our freedoms,,please keep the faith...No matter the outcome your are hero's in our hearts...


Friday, November 6, 2009

Little Ricky..devil don't want you..

Get a call from a bro who runs a towing service..Little Ricky went down hard,,it doesn't look good..

Damn I had not talked with him in months..In fact since I sorta took the high road and stopped the serious parting ways we didn't see much of each other, in passing at the shops or dives..runs and such..Life happens and we move on. Leaving a bad thing sometimes costs you a few good the price we pay for what we do..

I can't say when I meet Little Ricky but it was back in the day where riding a Harley made you a rebel and we lavished in the lifestyle..He was little Ricky when I first remember him, the name was a joke..He stands about 6'8" and tipped the scales at over 400 at times..That nasty ass home cooked white poweder had slimmed him down over the years..

We all have something we do in our lives that makes stand out. Ricky is the God of Gas..Ass gas..Captain Pooter..He was proud of his abilities..He saw a moment of silence as an opportunity to share..He could play a wooden bar stool like a fine tuned Fender Strat..He kept notes on what food would produce certain sounds and odors.. He is a sick puppy but aren't we all in some way..

Back to the wreck..They haul Ricky to the trauma center..out cold and beat to shit..Call his wife and tell her she had better hurry it looks a severe head trauma..She's about an hours away and goes like hell to get there..Runs into the trauma ward only to hear Ricky yelling at the top of his lungs...Find me a doctor who can speak english and own a pair of fucking shoe's..I guess the doc was wearing his native sandles..

Sorry Ricky looks like the devil don't want your smelly ass right now..I'll be seeing you soon old son..


Thursday, November 5, 2009

Time to Pre-book the Ambulance

Coz me Kicker Kit for the Harley arrived this morning , i should be ok i mean i last kickstarted a bike in 1984 , so no problems huh....................erm.....

maybe i'll Video my first attempt for all the world to laugh at after i've fitted the thing or more likley i'll fuckup me only good leg and the Ambulance Driver will upload the Video instead

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Holloween Burrito's

  Damn knew better than to eat that 3 pound, lard fried beef and bean belly bomb off the roach coach..Nap is now mandatory before rolling to the Dirty ones Halloween bash..Hour on the couch and I will be back to my  normal state of Ab-Normal..

I wake up riding..foggy and wet facing 3/4 of a wicked orange moon..Can see but not smell, hear but not understand..worlds a little fuzzy..lights flash behind me but but I can't make them out...Suddenly things become clear, there's midgets on mopeds bringing up the rear..I crank on the throttle and grab another gear..

The faster I ride the closer they get, first one I see is an orange haired little shit...Grab another gear it's time to split..Logic does tell that safe this can't be,,racing the fog at a 103..There's a black cat in the road seems to be waiting on me..Grinning a grin that sends chills down my spine...

Now we know that moped won't go 103, so how in the hell did the midgets get beside me..Pumpkins for helmets and big teethe grins..sitting above little pointy chins..ain't got no gears or more throttle to go but one things for certain there are no brakes in this show..

Into the corner with the short shit's in tow..Hard left hand lean the sparks fly off the hog..Midgets are laughing, hey wait that's my dog..riding on top of my red clay lawn frog..Now my stomachs a flipping and flopping in pain,,I'm a wondering if I'm getting farther insane..

All of the sudden out of the blue..the bells and whistles begin to a sound I remember from my near's the door bell you dummy get off the couch fast..Trick or treat mister the goblin did grin..Halloween is upon us let the fun begin..   

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Coming Down..

Coming down off the mountain is alway's a time to think..dangerous I know.. Burgers at my favorite joint are still greasy and half cooked, just the way I like them..The local bands are normally really bad..but who cares..Bikers are now the minority at the place..leather wearing honda drivers have taken over the top goes on..

Gadgets,,do they make our lives better or are they just another of lives little addictions???? Has any of you ever stopped in the middle of a ride and checked your cell phone for no real reason other than your hooked on it like crack??..I'm guilty..Woke up in the middle of the night and logged on the computer and checked you email..damn..just cause you had to know???..

Is there a 12 step program to help end this we really need a GPS to get to the other side of town..What did we do before all these help full devices were chained to our minds..were we all dead ass lost with no one to talk to, text or email???

Well it all something to think about..I got to go..the scheduler on my Blackberry just told me so..and brought up a map of where I should be after checking my email..and programing my dvr...Have a great day...


Friday, October 23, 2009

Rat-a-tics..Freedom of Speech is MIA, Leftwing loonies and more fun subjects

Here we go again..Nobamians have now set the structure for private industry salaries..the trickle down effect will of course impact us,,the minions..Now in a free, capitalist society we may not like what Joe or Jane Doe bring home and we don't but hey if you can sucker some fool into drop a few million a year into your account more power to we are closing in on being sucks but it's happening..hey and guess  what were letting it..speak up damn it..

Liberals  can't stand the fact that right wing radio and news TV empowers America and raise doubt about the path our country is on..So the thing to do is ban it..Well guess what they are trying to pull the plug on Rush Limbaugh's show on the Armed Forces Network..Freedom of speech now only aplies to those who bow down to the new leader of the not quite as free as we were a year ago..Ya and Rush keeping you from buying the Rams may suck but I would hang around a buy a winner bro..

Health Care: I would love to read the bill but the Senate office in charge say's they can't figure out how to post it on the internet..Maybe they should call in Al Gore or is the Egore and have him do it..after all he created the internet..Snippets seems like if you don't like it and don't want it they big brother org. will come in and fine you $3,800 for not having it..and I thought loud pipe tickets sucked..damn..

This whole political thing sucks..might be time to ride off in the sunset with my American Flags flying and handgun in my saddle bag,,they are next on the long list of lost freedom to be taken away..after they pry it from my cold, dead fingers..Ride Safe all..they haven't got to that freedom yet..


Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Lost book parts and crash was a bitch..lost part of the book and many stories but it is what it is and I'm piecing it back together..enjoy..

Three days of sitting in a forty year old mobile home in the middle of the desert with warm water, solar power unit that works until about ten pm and living on spam, beenie wiennies and stale Marlboro's has got me thinking. I sure wish lizards could talk and scorpions were friendly..roadrunners were slow..No word from the crew and I've had all I can stand it's time to roll..

Three days of sitting in nowhere and letting the mind speculate on the phone call has got me somewhere between worried and little closer to completely nut's..Nobody showed so each new thought train becomes more doom and gloom. Time to take matters down the dirt road.

The shovel is showing about a quart down and a little past dirty. Means I either got to head to Victorville or Bakersfield..Damn choices anyway, south keeps me farther from the heat and North puts me on the edge of it..My instinct tells me head South while the rest of me wants to get in the middle of it and let the chips fall.

Time to ride...

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Harley an Nascar

Been single oh the last 3 Years which as given me the chance to build the Bike and also watch what the hell i like on Telly .

Allways wanted to see Nascar Races and now in the UK you can get them live on Supscription channels , fuck paying for that though found a great site though a online forum i'm in . Been a member there for almost 3 years now and if your a Petrolhead its heaven itself any Motorsport with a engine is there uploaded from all over the World

so the last few years i've been able to watch almost every Race and i love it one day i'm hoping to get over there to Talladega and watch the whole goddam race from the infield .

actually thinking about it if i got over there i may never come home got no real ties here and the thought of taking me and Harley over there is summit that plays on my mind a lot

so hell who knows one day eh

lifes great though Harley is sitting here its now covered over a 1,000 miles and the engine has almost stopped arguing with the frame . managed to get out an about a bit in the last few Twilight Days of Summer .

Nights are drawing in here now though only a few more days before the UK clocks Fall back one hour and the days will be short in daylight and the nights colder .

Not gonna rest though still got a few more things to do on the Bike , Theres a Complete Single Fire Ignition System sitting here just waiting till the next paycheck so i can get the Kickstarter Kit allready got my eye on one and next month it'll be here all being well then all i have to do is fit the fucking thing and work out all the wires on the new ignition system , hell i may even post a video of me struggling to kickstart the fucking thing eventually .Also had to de-ball the Levers on the Bars as it was a real struggle getting the bike in an out loads of twists an turns and after the last incident with my old chop where i caught my left hand and busted a finger i thought fuckit lets make life easier so now there shorter and its easier to park , just me being practicall that's all

Also designing a Metal Rack which will be skinned up with leather an just the right size to hold 24 tins of beer that'll fit on the Left hand side , allready have threaded bosses weleded onto the frame for that , kinda planned ahead for that idea so that'll make it a more complete bike as far as carrying all my shit to rallies

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Duct tape, permatex, JB weld and luck..

Had a last summer run I needed to make..the shovel finally showed it's age and got cantankerous..We needed another day to pay respects to a fallen friend and his family.So I put the old dog on the jack and commenced to patch it up for another ride..Broken bolts and metal shavings in the outer primary, a couple of nice sized cracks found in the inner, primary chain looking a little rough..New bolts, JB weld for the cracks, lot's of permatex and my super secret oil mix..were on the road once again..

Now I called the Chief a friend and we were but it's his younger brother Gene who I grew up with..In 1977 the was a mexican uprising at our high school..Me and Gene missed the initial fight, we were hiding out behind Willies burger joint smoking dope at the time..them damn 70's..once we heard what was going down we split and headed to the OC..small town I grew up in and were the instigators of the shit just so happened to reside. We got caught up in the shit and took an ass kick'n that afternoon..six on two and I would love to say we held our own but if we did it was short term..

Being the cool, calm collect person I have always been I got Gene a ride home and went and loaded up the Winchester 870 with some Pheasant load and went hunting..I was sitting in the old chevy van at the back of OC Liquors like it was my hunting blind when out of no place Chief jumps in the van..He looked at me and then the shotgun and say's..Gene told me you would be doing something stupid like this,,get the fuck out of here and go home..I'll deal with the punks..and did I and the punks were dealt with severely from the tales that were told..

I didn't see either Gene or the Chief for a few year..I did the army thing and they kept on logging..When I got back we ran into each other at the local bars and hardcore parties..Gene and the middle brother Lester would come by my place and party from time to time..Then one morning I was awakened by loud pipes and drunk indians..Chief had got in a fight at Les and Lou's..there was damage done and he needed a place to hide out for a couple of days..I said sure.

We got to know each other during those three days..He left late one afternoon and never made it home for 8 years..Manslaughter and a term in Folsom..About four years ago the cancer got him..Indian health care killed him..on September 29th..

I sat up on a nice sunny Sunday afternoon with Lester Sr. (pops) and Gene..and listened..Lester Jr. died in a car wreck 15 years ago..I partied with him and worked with him for a year..good man..Gene has followed in his fathers footstep..He has worked hard to keep the tribal beliefs and traditions alive..Pops explained how the spirit world is divided into two different worlds that at some point after death will become one..warriors who are restless and must wander until they find piece and the common man and believes who are accepted by the earth upon death..He told me that people like me..and like most of the readers of this blog are warriors, restless souls who shun fear..we will have the chance to wonder with his son someday..

Chiefs ashed were spread by the look out..walking distance to my favorite rock..Late in the afternoon me and the shovel both a little worse for wear fired up and headed for the rock..Chief my friend in your wandering stop by my rock..I'm sure you understand him better than I do..Your father was right and someday we will wonder these hill together..Find peace my brother..I have to ride..


Saturday, October 10, 2009

Back in the real world, if one exsists..

Strange how life plays it hand..lets take house hunting..I wanted away, small and all that stuff..I am home now writing my first post from the new place..Little pink houses..well a way to big ranch in an old established neighborhood you can leave your place unlocked..I was driving by when the own was hammering the sign in the ground..stopped, walked through and had to have it..this was last Sunday and I started moving in Wednesday..It's just a nice place in a nice place..I damn near went out and bought some plaid shorts and a polo pullover..LOL..damn near I said..Well the shovel get's to limp home today so let's see how they like me in the morning..

Been a whole year of things that make me go duh..Spent the summer in the tramp mode..bypassed dealing with the health stuff and it's haunting me today..Ms.Dr. Frankenstein wants to go fishing this week..Got to think about it..Missed opportunities and missed romance..Got a couple of long rides in..saw some states and old friends..My bro Chief lost his battle with life..He fought hard just like in his youth..I'll miss ya Bro..

I'm still looking at the grass from the right side..smiling all the way..Things never change they just the old saying goes..Lifes like a shit sandwich, the more bread you got the less shit you have to eat..Ride them hard and put them away wet friends..


Saturday, October 3, 2009

Dedication and other ramblings....

Dedication...A few of my bro's had been working on this for some time..Biker protocol must be followed, permissions given and all the other golden rules obeyed..Rednecks Riders have finally evolved and the Rat tips his hat..I'm happy for you brothers,,ride hard and ride free..

I was stuck in a large office for a few hours during the week..while sitting there I got to listen to the gossip that floats around a room when nobody see you..maybe if the whole world could follow the riders guidelines it would be more fun..

Mass Depression was rampant..but I wonder if we bikers experience the same sort of depression..mine comes from going way to fast on open roads and coming across that paved wash that you didn't see until you were in the middle of it..normally experience a thrill sensation with it..Totally depressed is a dead battery at 10pm..

Tension..How tight you chain or belt need to be..or the real killer is when your rolling into the unknown town and notice the speed you pull the clutch to quite the pipes or hope for the best and downshift..

Worn when I can see the air in my tires or the last 50 miles of the 1000 mile day in the saddle..

Confusion..This was a tough one..I always thought confusion was my only working emotion..but now I'm really confused..let's go riding..or the true or black, chrome or black..

Joy..loud pipes, loud friends..long rides, night rides..sunrise or sunset..road food, the smell of gas,oil and road dust..helping a brother or sister in smiling from the back seat..getting the finger...downshifting for effect..setting off car alarms on main paint jobs..overkill..hugs and bugs..dressing the part..parting from the norm..the wave..knowing..


Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Fishman,,,Traveling Tramp..

Phone goes off a 5am..Damn what's up with this..I check the screen with a finger hovering over the ignore button(Best thing since penicillin)and see the long lost Fishman must have taken his meds and calmed down..Only been a little over a year since the political rants got the best of him..

Me and the Fishman have had a few biker moments both on two wheel and in life..Carefree living and failure to communicate with those who just don't get it..We sailed his 70 foot boat from San Diego to La Paz where we spent 4 days attempting to find out if you can really hallucinate from drinking mescal..never hit that peak prior to passing out..We rode up to Aberdeen Washington to pick mushrooms only to find out we were a month to rained and snowed all the way home..we laughed out loud all the way back..

I meet the Fishman in about '82..I was racing a little flat track and he was riding in the sidehack flat track..Now anyone who has seen a sidehack flat track race will understand this guy was nucking futs..We had a good time on the circuit that the end I had figured out I was never going to go as fast as the fast guys and the Fishman found out that at 38 hitting fences wasn't much fun...we both walked away but remain friends for all these years..We moved houses together for 10 years until the market went south..

Fishman we a door gunner in Nam..Went in at 17 and popped his cherry and his ear drum in the same week..Stayed in long enough to get hit 4 times and win a bunch of brass..

So todays call went something like this..Hey asshole wake up..I'm sitting at Starbucks dipshit..You see the news????..No I'm reading it on my blackberry..You see what the moron in charge is doing??..No I try to avoid that shit until afternoon..He is going to Copenhagen to try and get the Olympics for Chicago..So...What??SO!!!Troops are dying in our wars, the country is broke..people are fucking jobs...and you say so..

Well Big Fish I told you so didn't I???

See you in Vegas..Fishman..keep the faith..Ride on..


Sunday, September 27, 2009

Street Vibrations, Tranny Vibrations and the old scooters made it home again..

The weatherman said summer was over a few days's noon and 101 degree's..damn fools. Street Vibrations ended before it started. We got a hundred miles or so away before throwing in the towel..The dirty one's pan started draining batterys before we hit Merced..Leaving the local shop the shovel picked up a Vibration,,before we hit Ripon the Tramps 1969 Triumph dropped a piston so we limped into Love's and found it a ride home..About Elk Grove the shovel was shaking pretty good so we pulled into the shop..Damn poor baby dumped a quart of primary oil before I got the jiffy down..LOL..found a pair of lower bolts snapped off at the bottom of the outer cover so went in bent over and got a gasket and a fresh pair of bolts..paid the morgage for the shop in the process..

We popped the old girl open and found enough metal shavings to build a high end honda and knew it was over..Patched her back together and went into Sac for some roast duck and DosXX..Party's over..

Rolled them home slow and easy yesterday..Lot's of oil and laughs..Greasy burgers and almost sudden death in a gas station..I believe the dirty reffered to the moron as a cameltoe with ears..we were riding and it was all good..our oldtimers made it home again..a little TLC in the next few months and they will do it again next year..By then Mondo might have the paint finished on the '02..Ride Free all..


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

so me an Harley had anutha Weekend away

yup i got drunk again met up with a few more friends , Shane said
"hey start it up lets hear wot it sounds like"

so i did and Harley must've had a long night aswell or summit coz it fired up but sounded lazy as fuck and i loved the sound it was making

hmmmmmm got home Sunday Afternoon got the video camera out and fired the bike up would the fucker sound the same nope , fucked about with the idle screw i'd get it to go lazy walk away to start the camera and the fucker would wait till i just about pressed the button on the vid cam an go back too sleep..fukker !!!

so eventually after a few attempts and being my diplomatic self and not cursin the bike (too much or too loudly in case it heard me) i got that lazy offbeat sound i heard at the rally on tape

god that noise makes all the hairs on my neck stand up its amazing

somehow i reckon Harley was idling at roughly 280-300 rpm you can just about count 4 beats a second

and before you ask nope i'm not stupid enuf to let the engine idle like all the time

i still wake up each morning with the biggest smile as i catch a eyefull of Harley right across from me in the room

i'm guessing this is what true love is all about lol

oh yeah here's one of the Tee-shirts i got sent by Rat an mq01 a while back been out to 3 different events an wore one of the 3 each time , i guess i'll need some more tee-shirts to choose from soon , no that ain't a subtle hint for more shirts to be sent lmao