I know bikers in general have a bad reputation in some areas, and I know law enforcement does profile us, but today it just irritated the hell out of me.
Because of a long, complicated, and confusing day (I hate paperwork), I ended up with both my bike and one of my cars in town. . This resulted in a very attractive blonde following me home, driving the new jaguar (that was the good part). I was doing just under the speed limit, and in my mirror I saw a Sheriff Deputy. gaining on us like we were standing still. He sailed right past the jag and pulled right beside my rear fender, on the left of me. I slowed down a little, and saw him typing one handed on his laptop, and then he slowed to a position right beside my rear fender again. We traveled like this for about three miles, while he very slowly accelerated and decelerated to check out me and my bike. During this time the gal driving my jag sped up, and got close enough tome that the Deputy could not easily get right behind me.
Now I do admit, my bike looks a little hardcore. I was riding a custom FXR, painted flat black with loud pipes and apes. This aside, he looked me over well enough to know that my attire was clean, and that of a working professional. It just irritated me that I was the subject of suspicion simply for riding a bike. Had I been in the car, he never would have looked twice at me
I have been so busy, I have not gotten much riding in lately. This weekend I just quit answering my phone. I took the hot rod bike out and had a blast. That new stroker engine ran like a dream. I do have a bruise on the back of my leg though. Apparently I did not tighten the rear compression release. It came out of the head with a great deal of velocity, while traveling at about 65mph. Luckily it fell between the case and the primary, so I did not lose it. I just pulled over, screwed it back in, and continued my ride
I have not been around much lately, so I thought I would stop in and say "Hi". I hope everyone is doing well.
I hate to admit it, but I have been so busy that my bike is just sitting. I have missed both the car shows here as well, because I have not had the time to get the necessary detailing done. I did find a 1968 AMX though, so I will have another project to do next winter
I have threatened to sell my old pan for years, and last week I finally did it.
Some of you know I bought another car recently, and for some reason all the Is were not dotted and the Ts crossed. An old guy came out to my house to straighten everything out, and saw the bike (I had been doing some cleaning in the shop, so had moved it outside). He came back out to my house a couple of times to look at the bike and talk to me. Then last week he showed up with a fist full of money. I really think I just let him talk me out of it because somehow I knew he would take care of it, because I have turned down a lot more money than I charged him. It was cool to see someone get on that old thing and head down the road
My dad emailed me last night, and told me to go "buy" him a new bagger (His words...not mine). He said he would pay for it if I chose it, had it equipped the way I would want it, and handled all the test rides and service stuff on it. He just wanted to go to the harley shop, and have his new bike sitting out on the curb.
His reason was that he has come to believe that this will be his last bike. His health will not allow him to wear out a new bike. Since I am more critical than he is about things, and ride more than he does, he wants me to set it up, and order whatever upgrades I think he should have.
I love that my dad has this much faith in me, but it is kind of hard, when I think about his reasoning. I knew this was coming, but I guess I really was not ready to hear it from him. He has also said he wants it for the runs this summer, because he is not sure his health will allow him to hit all the runs next year.
Now, In a way I understand. He has steadfastly hung on to the shovel I gave to him years ago, and maybe it was time for a new bike. I even offered to let him have my old evo bagger last year, but I did not expect to hear him say he could not keep riding the old iron. I guess I did not want to admit that my dad was not invincible...
I have been pretty busy this winter and have not gotten the work done that I wanted to on my bikes. So my upholstery guy chases me down last week and tells me that if I want a seat made, I have to bring him the pan this week, or he will not have time for another couple of months.
After a winter of record cold spells, and severe storms, the day after I took the seat in to him, the weather cleared, and it warmed up to 70 degrees. To make it worse, I had dropped the insurance on my pan because I had not ridden it all winter......Now all I can do is sit here and pout because my friends are all riding without me
My daughter's class had a roller skating party this evening, and I ended up being a chaperon....Now being as how I have not been on those old style skates in over 20 years, I am sure I looked ever so graceful. Now I am sitting here with a sore butt trying to remember how I got talked into that,and how I will pay them back
I had on a video of some concert footage of a friend's band on the TV tonight. My daughter walked in and recognized my friend on the video. It totally fascinated her.
What fascinated me was watching the expression on her face as she started to realize that this man that she likes so well and loves to climb on, is so much more than she understood. She sat there amazed for a while, and then the questions started. It seemed so special to her, that someone she knew could do this.
Now she is in the bathroom singing into her toothbrush in front of the mirror. I really wish I could get a picture, and send it to my friend, but I know it would embarass hber
My 7 year old daughter wanted to learn how to tie animals. So cut a piece of light twine like you would use for a clothes line. I used this to show her how to tie a bolen knot around the leg of a coffee table.....Now she has all her stuffed animals tied to all the tables and chairs in the house and says she is breaking them to lead.
Next she wants me to teach her how to throw a lariat.....I am not sure that is a good idea. I used to sneak up on my grandpa and heel him.....I am sure my daughter will do the same to me
A friend of mine had family in town last weekend, so he rented a limo to take them out for a few drinks. I just happened to bump into them, and was sitting having a beer, and thought I hard a bike pull up. I looked outside to see my buddy on my bike in the parking lot (I had thought he was in the bathroom). I knew it had to be some kind of joke, so I just stayed there and talked to his daughter (she is a hottie anyway)
He came in a few seconds later laughing his ass of. Apparently the limo driver had seem him looking at my new pipes, and had advised him to stay away from the bike, saying that the owner was kind of big, and mean looking (what?? Me??). Instead my buddy sat down on it, and ask the limo driver if he knew how to start it. Then he started it up, and told the limo driver to get on the back, that they would take a ride around the parking lot.
THE LIMO DRIVER RAN TO HIS CAR AND LOCKED HIMSELF INSIDE`!
Is it a sign of old age when you take loud pipes off your bike, and replace them with quieter ones? I put a set of 2 1/4 inch Samson Ripsaws on my red bike about 6 or 7 weeks ago. Yesterday I replaced them with a BUB exhaust system WITH BAFFLES! ten years ago I would not have even considered this. I was ok with the noise of the samsons, but they turn down right behind the transmission. That blew dust and road grime up all the time. The bubs don't do that
I just had the radio on in the shop, and heard something funny and unbelievable. They were talking about different things that were taxed, and one of them blew me away. They said that there was a 6 1/2% sales tax on furry/fuzzy underwear in Minnesota. Now I have to ask if there is actually enough of these items sold to make this tax even pay for the time taken to write and pass it. I guess I just cannot imagine women going to the trouble of removing unwanted fuzz from certain areas, only to pay for undergarments to replace it
I learned today that service managers for Harley Davidson dealerships get upset at the mere mention of someone trying to pull wheelies on a new street bob in the parking lot. They have no sense of humor! Sales managers on the other hand, think it is funny, and offer to meet you for a beer when they get off work.
The temperature hit the high 80s here today, and it seems to have brought out all the undesireables. I lost count of all the young girls in import cars who took the phone out of their ear long enough to smile and wave at me (I would have been much more impressed if they had hung up the phones, and paid attention to traffic). I had two different nasty women, and even one guy tell me they wanted rides, while I was stopped in traffic (this reminded me why I do not carry an extra helmet).Then I had one guy pull up next to me on a new chopper. The frame on this thing had to be 8 up and 6 out, and was painted blue and green. The rider had bermuda shorts on that matched the bike, flip-flops, and a tank top. He just sat next to me revving the engine until the light changed.
I kept wondering if I was in the twilight zone
I was just approached this past week about having next years UBNC (United Bikers of Northern California) get acquainted party at my house. I not only agreed to that, but also agreed to go shoot a wild pig, and put it in a pit for the event. We are discussing a few more event being held here as well, but nothing is set in stone yet
I tried a new recipe for BBQed tri-tip yesterday, and thought I would share it with all of you
pour most of a bottle of white zin into a sauce pan (I say most because once you open it, you have to have a glass to drink). Put it on to simmer, and put 2/3 cup of honey in. Add rosemary, garlic, and thyme to taste. Stew until it starts to thicken, then add hot sauce to taste. Marinade tri-tip in this for a few hours. Add some of this marinade some honey,a squeeze of lime, a shot of whiskey, and crushed red peppers to the BBQ sauce, but don't apply the BBQ sauce until you are almost ready to remove the tri-tip from the BBQ
When served with artichokes, a green salad, and an aged bottle of Cabernet sauvignon, it is likely that you will eat until you are uncomfortable
because of the damage to my bike, and the paramedics cutting my leathers off of me, I have been forced to go back to my old bike, and wear whatever I could to stay warm. I was feeling sorry for myself at first. Anyone who goes from a newer road king to an old pan can tell you that there is no comparison in ride. I have to tape my broken hand up just to hang onto the handle bars, and the vibration really irritates injuries.
After a few days, I started remembering why I kept that old pan. I started smiling when I saw it dripping oil on the ground, instead of shaking my head. I quickly remembered how much fun it is to crack the straight pipes next to a motorist on the phone. I found that after the first few miles I no longer missed the extra gears or the blinkers, and I was just as thrilled with that old bike as I was ten years ago
While I miss the ride of the RK, I am no longer thinking of riding the pan as a demotion. Instead it has been a reminder of where I came from, what is important to me, and why I became so obsessed with motorcycles in the first place. I just wish I was well enough to use the kick start. There is something really cool about a 1 kick pan (I have won a lot of beers betting people that it will start on the first kick)