Went to the Mountain House last night with a buddy to see his sons band play for the first time..It's a nice ride up the hill about 25 miles from my house..Did I say straight up the hill..you climb about 3500 feet most of it one lane, it takes a bit and coming down it was cold enough to have some ice on the road..
So crazy T had told me the band was not real good yet but we did the support thing..I can tell that the T has never lied and this time was right on too.. We suffered through the death of some good old classic rock and around ten decided to roll..We walk out the door and T looks over and says..they were load..I say..yup..he say's other than that they suck..I say..yup..and we rode..
Two assholes walk into a bar, the first asshole asks what do you want to drink. The second asshole Say's ask me that again and I will block you..From down the bar the barkeep yell "Hey you two assholes knock it or I will block both of you"...
The band stops playing to message each other and then they start a blog about the two asshole who walk in the bar..They have never meet them before but can quickly write a real life history..The drummer private messages the rest of the crowd..
Half the crowd falls for the blog, the other half can't read and post messages off craiglist. Five people are so upset they write blogs about it and are going to leave the bar..two of the quitters get allot of sympathy...
Now by this time the first two guys had started talking about motorcycles..the barkeep chimed in along with a burro and a couple of other furry beasts..Now this infuriates the half the crowd and part of the band because even thought this is a biker bar how dare you talk about motorcycles..So they do a group block..now only four really do it because the rest like to lurk and then report back when they can..
Now half the quitters had quit but half come back..That 2,5 for those who lack math skills..one of the quitters must of been two people. .The strippers who had all used fake pictures to get the job came out but the bikers the few in the crowd of many didn't care...The band having blocked so many were all playing but all you could hear was the banjo..But the band played on and that was all that mattered..
Here is hoping your dumb ass can figure out how to log on to the BON..It's a hoot,,wannabe haven and that old ugly panhead might make you some friends..
I meet Dirty Ernie a couple of weeks after I got out of the Army..1980 at a small automated box building machine mfg. Has was the mechanic and company bad ass. Low rider, low life, tattoos, ugly fuck'n beard..hey it got better bro..not..and bad breathe,,just adding that to make you look a little more bad ass. Drove a 70 impala, wire wheels, hydraulics and some ugly ass opra windows.. Still has it..Well we did the rooster thing with each other for a couple of weeks,,scratching sand and eye ball'n..
So my first payday comes around and the Dirty one walks up and informs me "Hey Bro I got a bike wanna ride and get a beer" well if I wanted to get to work in those day's a rode..Had two Harley's and no cages..so like a dumb ass I say sure..I follow him to his ghetto abode and low and behold there sits the uglies 58 pan you would ever see. My first though is it's a parts bike..he gone roll one out of the house..No he toss's the key in the pan..winds it a couple of times, switches her on and fires the first time..didn't sound half bad..Well we go riding, the local joints,,the backdoor, bombshellter,,and the local titty bar..by the end of the night my new bud had reached his goal..the asshole drank all but $20.00 of my paycheck..
Well we did the same thing every two weeks for a couple of years and just like most things in life at some point you move on..I changed jobs and caught up with Dirty Ernie from time to time..One thing we did was New Years for 10 or 12 years..and that dried up..last year we did it again for the first time and enjoyed the hell out of it,,stories left a whole bunch of people shaking there heads and wondering why we were still alive..
I hadn't heard from the Dirty Jerk this year and tried to call him a week or so ago..phones turned off..was going to go by his place but never found the time..Last night I hear a rattling, coughing, sputter Harley coming down the street about 9:30..There it is, the Dirty one with another old buddy riding bitch sitting in the drive way..Well shit, get dressed, hugs around,,light the fire pit,,tell lies..None of us drink much anymore,,but we share a couple of fingers of Clan McGregor and a cigars by the fire..not long after the gun fire dies down I hear the got go bro and off they ride..
Ernie, this is for you..thanks for the memories brother..Happy New Year to you..Happy New Year to all..