I bet Rock would stop and help me busted down on the side of the road.
Don and WD would too no doubt.
Ed, shit. I already ended up calling Ed one time when I pitched a chain but it’s not like I needed proof of his friendship.
Robert and Mike wouldn’t blow by a busted down bike if they wuz on the way to a heart attack either, I imagine.
Maybe I am part of the problem. Might be that the less we diverge from our shared passions, the longer we stay cohesive. That’s a tough nut
I have seen the familiar silhouettes of friends and family. A few paid willingly for the ride. Most wanted not to make the journey.
As well I have seen other silhouettes, unrecognizeable to me, but as they disappear into the mist, they too seem familiar, familar as people, not known, but the same as me.
Chuck is crossing that river now. I don't know him. I won't. My own journey ends here, even though I too pay for the boatride. He has paid for his trip across Styx to another shore.
Just let out of the "Drunk Tank"
I feel so "Harleyish" for being in there.
Seems like my parole terms were laid out pretty plainly so I have to be carefull.
I should be allright there though-I have my conscience guiding me along and generally over the last 30 years she's kept me out of trouble.
I agreed not to use this space to attack the board.
I did not agree not to express my own opinion of what's been done to me over the last few weeks.
I'll use my own PRIVATE SPACE to e
For those of you who have had to listen to Clan Chief complain that I returned to the work force, I want to share this little story. Yes, a month ago, I did return to work. I am sure Rob was thrilled to know he would have a financial break from me.......until the hours took a toll on quality time.....(And those who ride with us, KNOW how we enjoy our quality time)! Well, anyways.....Rob has been babysitting my young dog, Rusty.. Affectionately called the LIttle %*$## , or Pain in the ASS.
Being new to this site, and all of the BIKER LINGO, I almost had a big assed fight.......when Clan Chief asked if I was "getting PMs", being the defensive, bitchy female I am........I was like."What in the HELL is that supposed to mean?" Then of course, I realize PMs, is NOT PMS, it is Private Messages.....some kind of Indian code........LOL! I am sooo trying to fit in, Boys!
This is INDIAN LOVER, that of Clan Chief, to be specific! I feel a bit intimidated posting for the very first time on your forum. But, as with many of my first time experiences, I am being pressured to go all the way!!!! So, I won't let the fact that I don't even own a motorcycle keep me from joining in the fun. I did have the pleasure of meeting many of you in Branson. Clan Chief and I had a great time. I loved meeting Airwolf,(WHAT a SWEETHEART)!!! And recently I was initiated into th
There are chapters in everyone's life.I've had a few in mine.Lately I have had to write some new ones.Moving to Cali,getting married and now moving to Mississippi.
There were a few people that couldn't believe Don and I would move to the South.Some said it would be a culture shock.Well for a little Okie gal that never lived outside the NE OK area code before,Cali was the culture shock!Everything from the landscape to the weather was totally different to me.The year I spent there was a great exp
I'm the father of two teenage daughters, that's why.
(Boink! Boink! Boink!)
Hear that? That's the sound of my gray hair sprouting every few seconds now. When I first noticed my gray hair sprouting, I actually took some pride (Boink!) in the fact. I thought I looked sophisticated and debonaire. However (Boink!Boink!) lately I'm realizing that the gray is really just stress manifest physically, and the direct cause is raising two (Boink!) daughters.
Friday, oh yea.
So, what is it about Friday's that just set my world on fire? I mean, I have trudged to work all this week with little to no enthusiasm, then Friday comes and man, I tell you, I like everybody! I feel generous, I feel sublime, and serendipitous. I see Friday not as the end of a week, but rather the gateway to new possibilities and adventures....the beginning of a weekend.
It seems to me the reason Fridays are so wonderful isn't just because it's the end of a lon
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Looks like a few others are going to chronicle their trip so I figure I might as well do it too.
Don and I are leaving today when he gets home from work in the afternoon.We've already tied the bikes down and packed most of our things.We are hoping to get through the LA traffic and the hottest part of the trip by tonight.We're taking all the dogs and the AC isn't working so if we drive as long as we can and start out early maybe the heat won't be so bad.
This morning on his way t
So, this morning the fellas were gathered around, and one of our drivers grows red chilis at his home. Apparently, these are some hot puppies, and he was bragging about just how hot they were. My partner Jason told me his brother tried to eat one for $20 dollars, and was in misery for hours afterward.
I was incredulous.
Afterall, I LOVE Jalepenos and spicy food. A buddy of mine makes tuna-stuffed Jalepenos, and I eat 'em up like nothing. Granted, about an hour later, my stomach is shre
Illegal Immigration Revisited
I know I ‘m beating a dead horse, and I’ve been planning on ranting about this subject again in light of recent protests, but I really had to get my anger in check before I can articulate this subject without spitting angry expletives.
I live in the predominately Hispanic town of Santa Maria, and I am partnered with two Hispanic men, both of whom I respect. This issue has become galvanizing for several reasons but it really com
Walking, daydreaming, and the rockstar.
One of the things I’ve noticed about being 40 is that I take pleasure in simple things. I like playing board games and poker with the boys, partying with my close friends, watching my daughters grow up, running my simple little industrial business, riding my Chief, and hanging with my soon to be bride, tina.
One of the simpler things I’ve come to enjoy is my evening walks with the dog. Admittedly, I’m hot and cold on this, but, with the exception
Ok, so I know I'm going to sound callous and mean, and everything else, but I came home Saturday afternoon, and watched this movie on the discovery channel called Grizzly Man. This is a true story about Timothy Treadwell, a self-described Bear expert that spends about 13 summers "observing" grizzlies in Alaska. Now, apparently the goal is to help preserve them. How he is doing this actually eludes me, since he's doing the exact opposite of protecting them by intruding upon their territory. Needl
So, I had a small cavity in my molar that my dentist felt we should handle before it got big. Now, I'm not afraid of the dentist like some people are, in fact, I really like getting my teeth cleaned. However, there is somehting strangely akward about the whole process that I can't quite put my finger on. I think it's because you have a person putting their hands in your mouth.
I mean,it's kinda weird if you think about it. A person, harldy more than an aquaintance, is stuffing their han
Well, I had an interesting Wednesday night! Normally my Wednesday nights are busy with Game night with the boys, but our clique is disbanded, so I'm free. Tina & I were invited by my friend and fellow Iron Indian Rider Dave and his gal Penny to watch their friend (Sean Wiggins) perform at Mongos in Grover Beach. Now, usually we aren't much for staying out late on a work night, so this was relatively new ground for us, but let me tell ya, we had a blast!
We got there around 7, and the restur
Fuck this. I got 8 weeks backed up and I hit another 4 weeks and a couple days in June.
I'll be sittin on 12 weeks and change.
WTF is the matter with me? 12 x 5 is sixty. Hell, I can blow off a day a week for more than a year. What a chump.
Jesus, that's pathetic.
The siren song of the curmudgeon- blog baby.
Finally, I get to unload. I been holding back for so long. I'm repressed.
So, right out of the gate, smilies irritate my yeast infection. De-evolutionary excuse to forget language, noxious little specks, the secret handshake of illiterate nation. The grand panoply of the human experience, the march to greatness has brought us to a place where we can communicate across time and space in nanoseconds with people all over the globe. So what say w
I brought in a 200 ton Grove to hoist a 3 ton heat wheel onto roof so we could get it into the penthouse of the lab complex at this site.
I learned stuff.
Two of my best young up and comers are as thick as tree stumps when confronted with rigging gear. OK, I wasn't oblivious to that likelihood. Too often I have been made painfully aware of how little inate mechanical skills are present in most new blood.
The thing that tears me up is more from the common sense files.
Force of will.
Fast to jump.
Mebbe not the characteristics of a regular guy, but White has enuff moxie to set most of us back on our heels. Not that I agree with all, or most, or even half of what he says but he's fun to watch.
No politician fer sure. That's a plus. Blinders on. Yep, mostly a minus. I said in a thread that his passion got a life of it's own, and that is a plus. Funny, considering his background and my own, I might get a kick out of him but not likely. Buckhorns and I
Sheetrockers up on scaffolds closing in the stairtowers right alongside a big atrium space. 100 plus feet to the concrete deck and these mindless pinheads screwing tin flashing strips in between metal studs and hanging 20 foot long pickboards out on them to dance around on.
If I could stand the hit to my insurance modifier, I would just turn away.
Today, another sheetrocket scientist hung his fall arrest device off a beam, even using a beam strap. He then hooked it to his lanyard, stepp
Took the Squaw Magnet out of the U-Haul Magnet yesterday and put it back in its storage space. Must have done a decent job of securing it as it survived the dirt and gravel roads of British Columbia without damage. Now the job of reassembling and reinstalling the engine begins. The bottom end is complete so all I have to do is install the new pistons and put the jugs, cylinders and rocker boxes back on. I was quite impressed that my mechanic in Sutton (pronounced Stuck In), AK managed to rem
Left Medford, OR late this morning after the mechanic declared that the problem with the UHaul was that it was out of gas! Keep in mind that the gauge still showed 1/3 full. Also consider that it only took 26 gallons to fill up what I'm told is a 40 gallon tank. Nevertheless, with 14 gallons of gas in the tank, apparently the grade at the California border was so steep and so long that the pickup was sucking air. What a crock! At least I got to sleep in a bed for the first time in a month c