Monday, June 29, 2009

Keep it Real on Two Wheels

Look at what we've done to ourselves. One way or another we've all ended up on this planet for some indeterminate amount of time. But, instead of doing something real with that time, we spend it all chasing fucking money. The evil green dookie of Satan. Money turns good men into bastards and bastards into black hearted fucks. The irony, of course, being that the concept itself is totally man made. Animals don't spend their lives trying to increase some number on a piece of paper. They don't waste time yearning to live in an upscale, gated community. The joke is on us, we've fucked it all up.
This fact is never more evident to me than when I get off of my bike after a ride. It could be a 500 mile ride, it could be a 5 mile trip down the street. While I'm on those two wheels, nothing fucking matters but that ride. Feeling the engine roar, the air rush over me and the bike. That's the world I want to be in. Then I get off the bike, and all the bullshit rushes back like a crackhead begging for a dollar. Everybody's got their hand out. All I want is to be on those two wheels. Fast, slow, in the rain, sweating, freezing, splitting lanes, chasing the horizon like the road won't ever end. Camping on the road, crashing in ratty motels, eating twinkies and drinking coffee at midnight in a gas station in the middle of nowhere. And money doesn't mean shit except another tank of gas to keep gettin it. And all the money grubbing whores can't touch me. They line the road and stand staring as I smoke past in a blur of what they can't catch. They can't see the life they were meant to have a long time ago. They gave it all away to be the punchline in a blackhole joke. But not me, not fuckin me.

If I'm lucky enough to have any say in how I check out, I only want to pull to the side after the best days ride of my life, lie down next to my bike and have one last dream of the two wheels that made this whole ridiculous life worth it. I can only hope to be that lucky.

Thanks to W.F.C. for the photo.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

She's got a point.......

Great shirt, and the giant bottle of Jack can't hurt either.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

He keeps getting famouser....

Our boy Bacon is at it again. On the cover of Greasy Kulture on his road whore Knuck. He's already so well known that I drop his name to gain immediate entry to the finest whore houses in North America. Way to go, Dan. We're really doin' it!!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Back to Basics -- Bikes & the Road

Got back from Cycle Source Magazine's first Big Mountain Run last night. We covered a little over 900 miles overall and it was a damn good trip. I hit the road with my Pops, Roadside Marty, and Crash Nasty Bill and we went everywhere. We hit Maggie Valley, NC to see the Wheels Through Time Museum and that place is simply incredible. If you even pretend to like motorcycles you owe it to yourself to see the collection of bikes there.

We left Maggie Valley and headed for the Tail of the Dragon to straight tear shit up. Simply an awesome, challenging road with no room for bullshit. I hadn't ridden this stretch since 2001 and it was the first time running it on my ZRX. There are several photographers that take your pic as you run by and one of them got a great shot of Bill & I coming thru the corner together. I'll post it as soon as I can, but it will definitely end up framed on my office wall. I felt pretty good and was proud of the fact that I passed some young boys on sportbikes despite my bike being fully loaded with my luggage/camping gear. Not bad.

After the Dragon we pointed the wheels into Tennessee to the rally spot on the Hiwassee river. Even the roads to the rally were awesome and by the end of the weekend we felt certain there were no bad roads in the entire area. Smooth and twisty and just right for risking your ass for nothing more than the thrill of leaning the bike way over and throttling thru the turn.

The Big Mountain Run was a good time and I saw a lot of old friends and met more good motorcycle people. Especially good to see and hang out with Bacon & Candice, Big Paul, Kevin 'Teach' Baas, JW, Brew, and the rest of the Greasebags that populate this little world of ours.

Overall it was just good to get out on the road for a few days with some good friends and some great riding. The pic is me, Roadside, and Pappy at the Overlook on the Dragon.

Back on the job

Been gone a few days on a ride. Back to business, and booty.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Buildus Interruptus

Sorry for the lack of actual updates lately. This bullshit 'working for a living' is really cutting into my bike building time. Not to mention my working out time, my riding time, my general having fun time. I got the Mikuni round slide carb mounted on my sportster, but that's about it for progress on that bike right now.

Bill took his Shovel and a bucket full of parts up to Newton's and they got crackin' on that bike. It will definitely be a nail driver when it's finished.

Finishing Disco Dave's Buell rigid is definitely next on the list and I'll be posting regular updates on that bike soon. Otherwise, I'm just spending way too many hours caught up in paying the bills, thinking how much work I could be getting done if they didn't expect you to make a house payment every month! Bastards.

Big Mountain Run is next week and I'm riding there with Roadside, my pop, and hopefully Extreme Francis. Should be a helluva good time and it'll be good to ride the mountains for a few days. Until I've got something new, here's a few more pics from Montana last year.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Built For Speed

It's Sunday. Bike built by Fred Krugger, using a Buell XB engine. Fuckin sweet, and he ran the bike at Bonneville.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Do You Need Any More Convincing??

I've said it many times, but I'll say it one more time: The Smokeout is the shit. If you claim to love choppers and to get what the whole scene is about and you haven't been to this event, here's what you need to do: 1. Punch yourself in the nuts 2. Get your greasy ass to the next Smoke Out. I have been 9 years in a row and I have never come home and said, 'Well that sucked'. Never.

Incredible, creative, home built bikes

Loads of cool people

Hot chicks

Fuckin' mini bike races

Get your ass there next year. And leave your goddam golf cart at home or you WILL regret it.