tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31718489481620338972024-02-07T16:59:22.604-07:00 Cavemans Idle Thoughts**WARNING** This blog is not for children or the faint of heart! This is a speak free forum. I believe in speaking my mind and all comments are welcome.
But if you post BULLSHIT Anonymously...It will get deleted!!Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-22112889915165667162021-03-12T14:10:00.000-07:002021-03-12T14:10:42.567-07:00Talers Tales.<p> Sitting on the curb facing Main street. Kickstand was telling his brother Masher who was attending the rally for the first time. 'You gotta meet some of the characters who come to this thing'</p><p>Masher replied I have been to rallies all over the world, I doubt I'll see anything I ain't seen before.</p><p>Your forgetting this is Florida my Brother. This Place has it's own meme. Remember Florida man? they didn't coin that term because of your run of the mill Whackjobs. This state has it's own particular brand. You'll see.</p><p>As if summoned an old grizzled Biker rolled up on a derelict panhead. Held together with mechanics wire and duct tape, Belching oil and smoke enough to solve any mosquito infestation for a week.</p><p>Kickstand Yelled over the to old man 'Hey Taler!' Then looking back at Masher and quietly saying 'Exhibit A'</p><p>Taler pulled his bike next to the curb, Flipping the off switch with his thumb and reaching for the wooden stick strapped to the handlebars. In a well practiced motion stood the stick alongside the bike and wedged it against the seat post creating a makeshift kickstand.</p><p>Dismounting and shuffling up to Kickstand extending his arms to give a Brotherly hug.</p><p>Taler exclaimed 'Kickstand my old friend, What's shakin?' without waiting for a response he continued I'm gonna step over there to bar and grab a beer, be back in a jif.</p><p>While he was away Masher asked Kickstand 'Tailor? what he's the clubs Haberdasher???'</p><p>Kickstand replied with a smirk and held up his hand ' No, Tale-er as in storyteller, Just wait.'</p><p><br /></p><p>Taler returned and stood next to Masher watching the crowds walk on by</p><p>One particular Hot stacked blonde caught Mashers Focus</p><p>Taler leaned over a said quietly 'of all the girls here, That one you don't wanna go near.'</p><p>Why ever not? asked Masher.</p><p>She's been tried twice for manslaughter, Killed her Old man. said Taler</p><p>What?</p><p>Yep, she suffocated her Husband to death between her thighs.</p><p>Yer shitting me!</p><p>Nope, the way I heard it. He came home extra late and drunk and crawled under the covers between her legs for a late night nibble. No-one really knows if it was in the throes of passion or revenge. she clamped tight and Killed the poor bastard.</p><p>The state charged her with Manslaughter. two trials.</p><p>Two trials for the same offense, How?</p><p>The first was declared a mistrial, the second had a hung jury.</p><p>Masher glanced over at Kickstand and said 'This I gotta hear'</p><p>Well, the first trial was sensational as the prosecutor attempted a unheard of tactic.began Taler</p><p>He had a Gyno chair complete with stirrups brought into the courtroom based on the premise that the jury shoulds see the scene of the crime.</p><p>Bullshit, if that really happened it automatically would be a mistrial .replied Masher</p><p>No, not at all Remember Son you in Florida now, they do things differently down here.</p><p>That all went fine. The mistrial occurred when the a few of the Jurors kept asking to be allowed to 'Tour' the crime scene. Kept insisting really</p><p>Masher was speechless as his mind raced with the question is he pulling my leg?</p><p>As if he could hear Mashers thought's Taler said while walking over to his bike and throwing a leg over. True story. the second trial was just as bad for the DA.</p><p>Masher said 'So you told me, it ended in a hung jury. are they gonna try her again?</p><p>No, they can't as she was found innocent.</p><p>Wait a minute you just said it had a Hung jury!</p><p>Taler flicked a switch and stood up jumped the Old Panhead to life. remounted his wooden Sidestand, snicked it into gear while pulling out in a dense cloud of smoke, leaving Masher slack-jawed with his over the shoulder response.</p><p>It was. the entire Jury was made up of Chippendale dancers!</p><p><br /></p><p>Caveman.</p><p><br /></p>Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-40456001286618639912020-06-19T13:05:00.001-07:002020-06-19T13:05:22.974-07:00Another review.<a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.vikingcycle.com/collections/mens-leather-motorcycle-vests&source=gmail&ust=1592683091471000&usg=AFQjCNHeHAV4MknbbzBmVp5tDnUlG4T16g" href="https://www.vikingcycle.com/collections/mens-leather-motorcycle-vests" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" target="_blank">Viking cycle</a> Has asked me to do another review of their product. Excellent as I still wear my Earlier Viking jacket everyday and it looks like it did when I first got it. Great fit and comfortable. Will let you know how it all goes! Also check out <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.vikingbags.com/motorcycle-saddlebags.htm&source=gmail&ust=1592683091471000&usg=AFQjCNGvlxK4NabKQX0ibuDMoErKYazAYg" href="https://www.vikingbags.com/motorcycle-saddlebags.htm" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" target="_blank">Viking Bags</a> for some good looking bags that I also have been hearing good things about. {in fact I need a set...LOL}Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-70590814294573944382013-07-09T15:11:00.000-07:002013-07-09T15:11:01.704-07:00Bike Show<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Qt8xoO3o4FmCpSHeEvqtwk6AEmr0neeXP1MCVomX1VWLwSYl5sV0CQhOgOkQ0ZyycukVyt2GhK-zC5-_xIC_33HmSr6x5R_NrLLvHCMoAwy-HTJXruP9mMV74oOumjIxAoBUrkEJo44z/s1600-h/78.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117230848836066594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Qt8xoO3o4FmCpSHeEvqtwk6AEmr0neeXP1MCVomX1VWLwSYl5sV0CQhOgOkQ0ZyycukVyt2GhK-zC5-_xIC_33HmSr6x5R_NrLLvHCMoAwy-HTJXruP9mMV74oOumjIxAoBUrkEJo44z/s320/78.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br />
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My name is Bill. I build custom bikes. I got a room full of trophies for first place and people's choice. Some are big and some are unique. In fact one is 45 pistol that is layered in gold and silver. The ammo is even silver plated jackets and solid gold bullets. And engraved on the stock it says 1st place peoples choice. Quite the piece. I carry it always.</div>
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Recently I entered a bike I spent two years building. Hand formed frame with intricate carvings on the engine, paint that goes a mile deep.</div>
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I looked around the showroom floor and knew I had them all beat.</div>
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Then over near the judges stand I saw it.</div>
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It was the most outstanding piece of work I or anyone else had ever seen. The frame was whittled out of solid billet by hand, the handlebars curved upward in sculptured harmony. the risers were made of solid Crystal.</div>
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The wheels had been formed of concentric circles that sparkled like diamonds. And the paint? Well, it looked like a multifaceted jewel . Giving the appearance of being transparent. The engine had been re-designed to produce 200 horsepower and still get 300 miles to the gallon. It was a marvel of engineering, what every builder strives for when working on a bike. This bike, I knew, would be the new standard and almost no-one would ever reach it.</div>
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The owner saw me and walked over to meet me. He handed me his card which upon looking, I saw he had a list of letters after his name that went around the entire card. PhD in engineering etc. Impressive.</div>
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The man was showing true humbleness and humility.</div>
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He was an extremely handsome man and had a body that looked like a Greek Adonis. Wrapped on his arms were two of the most beautiful women one ever got lucky enough to lay eyes on.</div>
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We spoke briefly and he spoke so eloquently that you couldn't help but listen. He wished me well and walked toward the Judges stand away from me. I knew I was out-classed and out of a chance to ever reach his kind of stature. I fell to one knee and realized this man truly deserved gold.</div>
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So I shot him in the Ass!!</div>
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<br />Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-47510895399398202642012-02-27T19:26:00.001-07:002012-02-27T19:26:30.519-07:00The 'Pins' of the FatherThe springs of the minivan protested as it traveled the rutted old dirt driveway. Brittney silently wondered how her childhood home had held up over the intervening years. Deep forest gave way to unkempt brown withered grass surrounded by a potholed gravel driveway.<br />
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Early morning sun filtering through the trees revealed the remains of the porch she had stormed off of 20 years earlier. Missing roof tiles lay scattered among broken slats. The railing supported by just a few remaining posts sagged in unison with deep waves in the old house's roof supports.<br />
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'I don't know why your father's lawyer said it had to be done today, there's not much to look at' chimed Brittney's husband Justin from the drivers seat.<br />
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'It could have been on the cover of any house and garden magazine when I was a child' replied Brittney. 'I agree, it's not much to see anymore. But, I'll bet the garage behind the house is still in tip top shape.<br />
My father had some strange priorities'.<br />
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Silencing the minivan's engine augmented the isolated feel of the surroundings. Humidity regained hold in the summers heat as the cool air escaped from the opened doors. Mounting the first warped steps memories struggled to the forefront of her consciousnesses.<br />
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Fights over her choice of friends and clothes gave voice inside her head. The heated exchanges with her father caused rifts that time had never repaired. She felt that in light of her mother's recent tragic death, he had become resentful of her. She hadn't spoken to the man since the day she left. Announcing to the front door as if it could relate the message to him, 'You never gave a damn about me did you? Bikes, rallies, whiskey and that damn patch was all that mattered to you wasn't it?'<br />
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As if responding, hinges groaned in protest as she pushed open the front door. Glancing around the living room she saw the overturned coffee table and the broken vase still littered the floor where she had thrown it in heated argument years before. 'Couldn't even clean up, since I wasn't here for "chores" could you?'<br />
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All her perceived injustices came flooding back to her. Recent heated exchanges with her own teenage daughter suddenly rang familiar to her ears. 'We are not the same,' echoed down the hall as the voices in her mind responded, 'maybe more than you think'. The dialogue between thoughts and voice were interrupted by Justin's reply 'what did you say?'<br />
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Waving her hand toward the backyard she curtly responded 'Go check the garage will you?' Stung by the sudden dismissal in her tone, he headed out to do as asked, leaving her alone to her thoughts.<br />
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Walking down the long hallway she noticed that nothing had changed in the house. Though older and faded, pictures along the wall were still crooked as they had been years before. The realization that no one had entered this part of the house in years started to become apparent.<br />
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Entering the kitchen brought further proof to her eyes as she noticed the table was set just as she had done so that night all those years ago. 'What did you do, close the doors and never enter again?' she asked. The voice in her head responded 'Certainly appears that way.'<br />
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Entering her childhood bedroom the only change was what looked like an old upright gun safe in the corner. Well worn grooves in the floor told the story of many years travel to the safe. The bed had a depression at the foot as if someone had sat there for long periods of time. 'I don't understand.'<br />
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Reaching into her pocket she retrieved the letter her fathers lawyer had given her when the will's reading was done. Unfolding it, she read the three numbers. That was all had been written. Looking towards the gun safe she knew it had to be the combination to it. Dialing them on the safe, she became aware that the numbers corresponded to the date 11-27-92, the day she had left home.<br />
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Swinging open the door, the well greased hinges were absent of sound which told her this had been a well-used safe. Stacks of letters sealed with rally and commemorative pins filled the safe almost to the top. Removing the top envelope, she unclasped the pin and opened the contents: flyers for a recent rally held in Prescott, Arizona several months earlier. The dates read August 12 and 13. It had been the same town and date of her recent college graduation. 'Bet you didn't even know I was there, did you? she said aloud. Unfolding the enclosed letter caused a picture to fall to the floor. The writing on the back said Masters degree in Finance with top honors. Overturning the photo she saw that it was of her giving her valedictory speech. 'What the hell, you were there?'<br />
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Grasping a stack of letters off the top, she began checking the dates and locations. Most dates matched pivotal moments in her life, some did not. The first was a letterhead from her place of employment.<br />
Inside was a letter addressed to her father:<br />
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To Dan "Scooter" Wilson:<br />
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I have received the letters and recommendations you have sent.<br />
I agree she is highly qualified and would be a perfect fit for employment here.<br />
She will be hired for the position.<br />
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Love and respect Brother,<br />
HFFH<br />
John 'Cowboy" Peters<br />
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P.S.<br />
See you at church.<br />
You're buying.<br />
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'What the hell, my boss is a patch-holding Hellrider?' Opening further letters revealed the high school Guidance counselor, the admissions director at college, various teachers, professors all were Hellrider members. Yet more envelopes showed correspondence with many of her former employers. And ride pins matching the dates.<br />
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'My God, I wish I had known'<br />
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Now she was intrigued as to the dates she didn't recognize. She found more letters addressed to her father:<br />
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Scooter,<br />
Your daughter's car broke down outside of town.<br />
Roach and I provided assistance and got her going again.<br />
We are still looking out for her as asked.<br />
She still don't care for bikers, but accepted the help begrudgingly.<br />
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Love and Respect<br />
HFFH<br />
Roach and Popstart<br />
P.S. Here's the pin for that day.<br />
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'Are you kidding me, them too?' She opened yet another.<br />
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Dear Scooter,<br />
My daughter Vicki assisted Brittney in her selection of a wedding dress.<br />
She looks fabulous.<br />
The dress she wanted was sold to her at half cost and we are forwarding the bill's<br />
remainder to the club as instructed. Enclosed is a photo of her in the dress.<br />
The clubs pin maker has been instructed as to the design.<br />
Love and respect,<br />
Daisy<br />
P.S. "our Daughter" is making us all proud!<br />
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'Our daughter, what could she mean by that?'<br />
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Retrieving the pin attached to the photo, she saw the it was indeed in the shape of her<br />
wedding dress. The photo had slight water damage from faint droplets.<br />
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The source of the droplets burst forth in her minds eye. 'Oh Daddy, you cried?'<br />
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Others followed with similar writings; assistance carrying groceries...another pin. Help moving furniture...pin. No matter how inconsequential the help. In all aspects of her life where a little help was needed, it was provided. Mostly by 'prospects' of the Hellriders. And a custom-made pin for every single event.<br />
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The club and her father had always been there for her. She had never known. Believing herself to be self-made and fiercely independent she had always considered herself bereft of family ties. The realization of her 'family' had weakened her knees, landing on the well sunken spot upon her bed.<br />
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She understood it all. He had followed her directive, "Don't ever contact me again" But, a fathers love can't be constrained. He did all that had been available to him.<br />
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Reaching the final letter in the safe, she saw it was addressed to her:<br />
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Dear Brittney,<br />
I tried to honor your wishes. But as you now know, I couldn't completely. I love you too much.<br />
I'm proud of the woman you have become. I even like the man you married. And damn! What amazing grandchildren I have!!<br />
They will make mistakes in life, just be there for them. That's all one can do. You will love them in good times or bad. Don't let anger separate you.<br />
As time moves forward you may have many questions and or regrets in life. Don't, as it took me a lifetime to understand. Regrets are yesterdays choices. Todays are the ones that matter.<br />
If I can make one final request of you, please check behind the back gate before you leave.<br />
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Love always,<br />
Dad<br />
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Tears fell from her eyes staining the letters as she carefully refolded and inserted the contents, reattached each pin and closed the safe. Holding a photo of him, she spoke, 'Daddy, your grand-daughter is in trouble, but, I suspect you already knew. She is as I was at her age. I won't allow her to make the same mistake. I promise.'<br />
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Reaching for her phone, she placed a long-overdue call. 'Heather, it's Mom. When I get home, you and I really need to talk. I love you.'<br />
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Walking towards the garage her husband Justin met her on the path. 'You were right, honey, his garage is immaculate. He has a helluva bike back there. Looks like that's all he ever cared about.'<br />
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Brittney grabbed Justin's shirt, pulling him close to her face, 'Don't you ever speak of my father like that again!'<br />
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Stunned Justin just stood there as she opened the back gate. Her heart skipped a beat at what she saw: over two hundred motorcycles and hundreds of bikers applauding her arrival.<br />
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'Who the hell are they?' he asked. 'That', she replied 'is my family.'</div>Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-27979110971349209412012-02-15T21:53:00.000-07:002012-02-15T21:53:09.163-07:00The Man from NantucketOn a blustery winters day early in Dec of 1923on Nantucket island, a son was born to immigrant parents from Norway. This firstborn child would go and live to see the world change as never before in history. He would go on to leave an indelible mark upon it.<br />
His family,country, and friends would be forever in debt and gratitude.<br />
This is the story of that Man from Nantucket.<br />
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As his last born son, I will attempt to give you some sense of the man.<br />
I will from time to time in this narrative tell you of my recollections and lessons learned.<br />
We didn't always see eye to eye on a lot of things. Thankfully in his last years we came to an accord of each other.<br />
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And so it begins.....<br />
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Of his very early life I know less than I would have liked.<br />
Here are the few things I do know:<br />
After leaving Nantucket my grandparents settled in the small fishing village of Noank, Connecticut.<br />
This is just outside Mystic, the famous whaling port.<br />
This was a time when four-masted schooners still sailed, outhouses were still common,and milk and ice still came delivered to your door.<br />
In his youth he belonged to the sea scouts [a nautical boy scouts].<br />
At thirteen he built by hand a 16 foot sailboat with a small cabin,<br />
hand cut, sanded and assembled from keel to mast.<br />
It made the local papers. [Somewhere in my vast library I personally have a copy and photo..Impressive as hell.]<br />
From the cabin he witnessed history we have only read about.<br />
The last age of grand sailing ships interspersed with the modern age of shipping unfolded under his gaze.<br />
Charles Lindbergh, Amelia Earhart flew past his boat...Lindbergh even waved.<br />
The Hindenburg passed over so low he could see the faces of the passengers on it's final fatal journey to New Jersey.<br />
He also got a job driving and delivering the local milk truck at 12.<br />
He also got into harmless mischief from time to time....<br />
Moving outhouses a few feet back in the dark..<br />
Relocating ships in the harbor..<br />
Sneaking into the local old cranky sea captains house and making spooky noises,relocating furniture.<br />
Deep in the middle of the depression his father [a fishing boat Captain] died of pneumonia.<br />
At the age of 16 he was the sole breadwinner for his family of 5 siblings and his mother.<br />
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He worked three jobs and carried on.<br />
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The winds of war came in 1941.<br />
He heard the call to arms and volunteered.<br />
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Selected for duty in the then relatively new Army air force.<br />
He was chosen for Bomber command aboard the pride of the air force fleet.<br />
The new B17 flying fortress.<br />
[Having seen the Bombers of WW2 ....I gotta say it was the best looking plane ever built]<br />
He tried as a pilot but due to his size the local commander asked if he would consider belly gunner.<br />
This was no small request.<br />
From Piloting to sitting in the most vulnerable spot on the plane.....I doubt many men would have said yes.<br />
But, it was stressed that not many had the fortitude and size to fly in that small turret....His service would be better served.<br />
Going where the need was most, he agreed.<br />
Off to gunnery school near Kingman, AZ.<br />
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Most of us know our parents as straight laced do-rights and my perceptions were no different.<br />
Imagine my surprise..<br />
In his eighties after my mothers passing I offered to track down the lady he had dated when he was stationed in AZ.<br />
He replied...I think she would have passed by now as she would be over a hundred..<br />
What???<br />
Yes, my straight laced conservative father dated a 40+ year old women when he was 19!!<br />
Rock on DAD! you little Cad.<br />
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Back to the story.<br />
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Off to Europe aboard the troop ship Queen Elizabeth 2.<br />
Final destination Kimbolten England.<br />
Staff Sergeant Lief H "Flash" Nelson.<br />
[The story is told that when asked to due a task...He'd get it done so fast they called him "Flash"<br />
Personally..I think it was the "Eisenhower incident" as my mom called it..;]<br />
379 bomb group. 524th Squadron.<br />
His first was to Bremerton Germany attacking the heavy water plants..[German nuclear research]<br />
Students of bomber history will recognize certain famous names..., Dresden..<span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schweinfurt" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" title="Schweinfurt">Schweinfurt</a>.<br />
Some raids 80 percent were lost.<br />
On one mission an inexperienced pilot drifted into my fathers slot in the formation.<br />
His plane rose and veered into the others spot.<br />
No sooner had the planes settled in their accidental positions..<br />
A direct hit from anti aircraft flak exploded the plane now in their slot.<br />
All hands lost.<br />
Another raid had flak go off just below him<br />
Blasted the ball turret up into the belly of the plane.<br />
Another, He saved his fellow airmen by shooting down a Focke-wulfe.<br />
[To put this in perspective..try shooting an airborne fly with a bb gun....actually that might be easier]<br />
Another he took a direct hit of flak that blew his pants off.<br />
[Upon landing he had to walk pass Gen Eisenhower reviewing the troops in full dress.<br />
Half frozen and pants less...The Eisenhower Incident]<br />
His courage under fire and determination gained him notice of the local fighter pilots commander.<br />
He was recommended for p51 fighter pilot duty.<br />
[This is huge...the two branches rarely if ever interchanged...A bomber pilot isn't considered a good candidate for fighters and vice versa due to the extreme different flight characteristic's of each respective plane....and a gunner? Forget it!]<br />
Unfortunately the war was by then coming to the close and the head brass decided no new pilots were needed.<br />
Ending the war with a DFC with 2 oak leafs [each oak leaf is another award of the same medal]<br />
The Air-medal with 4 oaks and numerous ribbons and medals. Not a purple heart among them..Imagine!!<br />
[I imagine he walked lopsided with all that brass hanging off his chest]<br />
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After the war a 21 year old Veteran of war met a feisty little tornado of all of 16...Even combat experience never prepared him for the fiery tempest that was June Delores Harris. Daughter of a direct Mayflower descendant and former whaling ship fleet owners.<br />
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Knowing when the heart's battle was lost, He surrendered his name to her and she became June D Nelson.<br />
For the rest of his life, His heart was hers even after her passing.<br />
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Meanwhile for reasons I was never told,when the Army and the Air force became two separate branches...He chose Army.<br />
Peacetime didn't last long.<br />
Off to Korea.<br />
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Now here in the narrative things get a little sparser,yet by no means less impressive.<br />
This is truly all I know about that time.<br />
It was unbearably cold and miserable.<br />
Perhaps that's why he never discussed it.<br />
Two things I Do know..He faced a machine gun embankment on foot, the bullets shot off his ear flaps on both sides,the spacing of the bullets was just wide enough to miss his face!<br />
During a very intense battle he ran up the hill and rescued two wounded GI's carrying both at the same time, put one down momentarily, drew his service pistol and shot the North Korean trying to shoot him. He calmly picked up the GI and continued on to the M.A.S.H unit.<br />
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Dad +2 North Korea-1<br />
Check and Mate!!<br />
The other is my personal favorite for obvious reasons.<br />
He was the first motorized conveyance to cross the 38th parallel under fire.<br />
ON A Harley!!<br />
WLA 45 liberator to be precise.<br />
Righteous!!!<br />
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I swear the man needed a wheelbarrow just to carry his balls.<br />
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After Korea he raised 7 kids while working for the Army on Nike sites. [Titan nuclear missiles]<br />
Highest classification.<br />
Two story's from that era<br />
The first<br />
Sears had introduced the first home garage door openers during this time.<br />
Every morning near 7am and at 5 pm...The bases missile doors would open and alarms would go off.<br />
The base would go on high alert..this was during the Cuban missile crisis.<br />
The silo doors and the garage door openers were on the same frequency!!<br />
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They used to bring the missiles on to the secret bases disguised as milk tanker trucks.<br />
The base commander held drills every morning stressing to GI and family alike<br />
Never discuss our base or purpose here!!<br />
Later at the local country store a little girl began screaming at the passage of a milk truck "The missiles are here the missiles are here!!"<br />
It was the commanders 8 year old daughter.....;]<br />
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Dad retired from the military in 1968.<br />
Started a successfull television repair business.<br />
Became the local commodore of the Taunton Yacht club.<br />
In his mid 70's he chased down a car thief, made him lay on the ground till the police could catch up all without laying a hand on him just by force of voice and will.<br />
In the mid 1980's he needed surgery. They still sent an MP to stand by in case he spoke while under anesthesia. I have often wondered what top secret information he knew that was still relevant 20 years later.<br />
Still needed that wheelbarrow!!<br />
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Shortly after my mom's passing in 2003 he never went home again.<br />
He stayed at the nursing home till it was his time.<br />
Left us 1 day before valentines to be with her.<br />
We survivors are completely at peace with it.<br />
Damn he earned it!<br />
He did all this...<br />
And raised one Crazy Biker writer kid who thinks a hundred miles an hour in a pack of 50 is...Just cruising.<br />
What can I say? he started the daring shit first!!Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-58026594803279404712012-01-15T11:18:00.002-07:002012-01-15T13:21:59.882-07:00Pack Riding.I just got back from a huge run for a local dealership with 'Celebrities' Dan Hagertey, Barry Carroway...Etc<br />It was the 'Rub' Crowd.<br />Scary as hell....3/4's of the jackasses riding couldn't hold their own.<br />Wobbling, weaving, slow speed near misses..redlight slides..almost hitting parked bikes..[Mine] I'd could go on but since your reading this I imagine you've seen plenty of what I'm describing.<br />We have all heard the rants about cagers 'Not respecting our right of way'<br />This is True.<br />But just as many go down due to their own stupidity or inexperience.<br />I have never been one to 'claim' riding expertise.<br />I let others speak to my abilities.<br />BUT....<br />This time I gotta speak up.<br /><br />So you bought a bike....Good for you.<br />You overcame the fear and grew a pair and learned to ride.<br />Got your license and leathers..and are gonna be part of this 'Biker community'<br />Welcome aboard!!<br />Life just got infinitely more exciting for you.<br />However there's plenty of excitement in this life to go around.<br />Barely making it because of shitty riders shouldn't be part of it.<br /><br />You know that new hire at your work...who thinks he knows everything and don't know shit??<br />Guess what?<br />That's you.<br />Ohh that's right, Not you.....you obviously are smarter than the average bear.<br />Nope, You ain't.<br />All of us 'Roadtramps' paid our dues to earn that name.<br />It didn't happen overnight.<br />The best ones took the advice of Scootertrash and observed...and observed and emulated...and still do.<br />Day in day out....still watching and learning.<br /><br />I personally have worn bikes out with many many miles.<br />Many at an excessive rate of speed.<br />Not safe?<br />Probably not...Yet I have had many a rider along side wheel to wheel hauling ass.<br />And both of us felt safer than sitting in our living room chair.<br />When it's done right....It's artistry, synchronicity almost religious in feeling.<br /><br />Want to ride like that??<br />Perhaps not. And that's fine.<br />But you should try to ride good enough to be able to.<br />You will end up at some point riding pack...it's damn near inevitable.<br />Small or large, doesn't matter.<br /><br />The building blocks of a good rider are surprisingly simple.<br />They really are.<br /><br />Try this.<br />When riding always ride like you're in a pack...always.<br />I don't care if your in Death Valley and are the only bike for a hundred miles.<br />Always, always ride pack style.<br />How?<br /><br />One foot from the line.<br />Simple,that's it.<br />One foot.<br />One foot left if you ride right side.<br />One foot right if you ride lead left.<br />That's your line...period.<br />Always ride that fine line.<br />ALWAYS.<br />Get used to it so it becomes habit.<br />And in doing so, you have taught yourself not to wobble.<br />When turning...stay in that line.<br />Left side turns tight into that line.<br />And right side stays out in theirs.<br />Right doesn't cut in font of the lefts line and always swings wide enough for left to clear.<br />Left does not swing wide and push right out of his/her lane.<br />Simple no?<br />You'd be amazed at how often this simple rule gets ignored.<br />Always expect it to happen...even with experienced riders.<br />Nobody's perfect.<br />Always watch your partner.<br />Riding 'Outlaw'<br />Stay wheel to wheel.<br />Not just a little behind or ahead.<br />There is a blind spot.<br />If your front wheel is even with my engine, you have vanished.<br />I look left and no bike....I look in my mirror..no bike.<br />Your gone....Now I'm looking everywhere for you...WTF where the hell did he go?<br />He was just here a sec ago.<br />I roll off throttle and lo and behold there you are.<br />This is seriously bad.<br />While my attention is momentarily diverted looking for you and not focusing on my 'line'<br />Remember...one foot.<br />It takes constant vigilance to maintain.<br />As it should be.<br />It keeps you alert and aware at all times.<br /><br />Note.<br />"I don't ride Outlaw I ride staggered because my Hog riding book says so"<br />Bullshit.<br />If this is how you feel comfortable riding, Then ride there far enough back so I can see you in my Mirror.<br />However...<br />It's a false security.<br />At the average speed of 60 you're only milliseconds behind and that old chestnut of 'Room to maneuver' is deadly.<br />You didn't see what made me swerve right as I am most likely blocking your view of the obstruction anyway.<br />Following behind at a 'respectable distance still ain't gonna give you enough reaction time.<br />Seen it happen time and time again.<br />Outlaw?<br />We both see the Object at the same time and both instinctively swerve right in unison.<br />Perfect...No.<br />But better than the other way and if you wanted safe...buy a Segway.<br />Also how many times have you been in a hurry in your car to turn left...wait for the car in the left lane to pass and gun it across lanes to get in.<br />We have all done it..Don't even try denying it.<br />And after the car went by...oops there is a car/Bike just behind in the right lane.<br />Luckily you were paying attention... could have been a helluva wreck..Whew!!<br />This is actually where a lot of left turn cagers meet bikes<br />They didn't see you..they couldn't.<br />Try this.<br />Go to your hallway,stand on the right.<br />Have your spouse stand a few feet down the hall facing you on the left near the middle.<br />Have someone else stand just behind them closer to the wall.<br />Can't see them can you?<br />Your spouse is blocking your view.<br />Always try to match the traffic going through an intersection, don't be just behind them.<br />Following traffic.<br />If your partner is riding a few feet back...Throttle off and stay along side.<br />Don't ride ahead even just a few feet.<br />Kinda gives you pause on the whole staggered thing don't it?<br />And in a pack... staggered spreads the line out so far you have idiots racing to catch up..and as you'll note the novice riders tend to congregate back there...recipe for disaster.<br />I have seen too many riders overtrust the braking ability of themselves and the bike.<br />Happens more than you think.<br />A excellent riding Buddy of mine was guilty of this from time to time.<br />He finally tagged a car and went down.<br />He was almost stopped when he hit so no damage of consequence..except his pride.<br />Yet just three little feet back.....never would have happened. 3 feet.<br />Your table that you're sitting at probably ain't that wide.<br /><br />Is this all? No, not by a long shot.<br />But do these things and practice braking, downshifting, situation awareness,tight turning.<br />Watch the "Scootertramps" around you and learn.<br />Ask them for advice.<br />I'll have far more respect for you than if you try to fake it.<br />You can't..Trust me.<br />We can tell.<br />But if you do these Simple things,Perhaps you'll someday overhear.....<br />Man, That fucker can RIDE!<br />Trust me...ain't no sweeter words ever uttered than that.Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-79017112531421972762011-07-04T02:19:00.003-07:002011-07-04T02:43:25.145-07:00TAINT JUST PAINT!Here it is....First "real paint" Job in thirty years.<br />Hugger Orange base,<br />Airbrushed candy tangerine and pagan gold scallops,<br />Another set overlaid and past the lines 'Ghost Scallops',,,in gold prismatic clear.<br />Shot over with three coats clear.<br />The back fender is done the same with the exception of the prism gold sprayed on all the fender,<br />Hand sanded to a high gloss and no ridges between coats felt.<br />Smooth as Glass. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4z4WAibi74fcpAtjXwc0ox3ULVvqRK_rY6JlxLfllDk_SpZ0fKQA2xMlX2eeEWEcsUUUKJCRICtqe5wnhyphenhyphenqYvZskkrpCq6sLpESjucF_A8qLiLNOPAy_NqyJaBRZCqYNgxZL7LtcVFKpx/s1600/Orangecrush+011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4z4WAibi74fcpAtjXwc0ox3ULVvqRK_rY6JlxLfllDk_SpZ0fKQA2xMlX2eeEWEcsUUUKJCRICtqe5wnhyphenhyphenqYvZskkrpCq6sLpESjucF_A8qLiLNOPAy_NqyJaBRZCqYNgxZL7LtcVFKpx/s320/Orangecrush+011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625426607546948098" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsNhHC1QG5zdMYYevCuYlGomigOUih_b_mqSlUpKOQGJH869Z8p4YshsDWuQ-cU2y80GIBt1TqBXXUX-PgA45D3ykT45dD14S9fmgh1RCRfri6Ofg6tubQqwjWGl-GftpHiSDHp-KwAZX/s1600/Orangecrush+005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsNhHC1QG5zdMYYevCuYlGomigOUih_b_mqSlUpKOQGJH869Z8p4YshsDWuQ-cU2y80GIBt1TqBXXUX-PgA45D3ykT45dD14S9fmgh1RCRfri6Ofg6tubQqwjWGl-GftpHiSDHp-KwAZX/s320/Orangecrush+005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625426598203972482" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpEMw6sQEHl8gPJnNjF4S0WdDuc-nhR07V1t4T4mDfe8qrq_8acDfwwwhpTdf3P2bp2yupzPZtX7YisPd8E9yc3xqAKJ3TBC5nygR0h2Z1PsZUJjG3PEFBcpNa6Fm2BkZPmD1FiVg1B00/s1600/Orangecrush+003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpEMw6sQEHl8gPJnNjF4S0WdDuc-nhR07V1t4T4mDfe8qrq_8acDfwwwhpTdf3P2bp2yupzPZtX7YisPd8E9yc3xqAKJ3TBC5nygR0h2Z1PsZUJjG3PEFBcpNa6Fm2BkZPmD1FiVg1B00/s320/Orangecrush+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625426592349496738" /></a><br />The flash kept changing the reflection.<br />Think the OL'Man's still got it???Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-28021832024125068022010-06-23T12:57:00.013-07:002010-07-08T21:36:42.426-07:00BrothersInsistent chiming stirred Roach to semiconsciousness. Reaching out to stop the annoying sound, he felt a pair of legs wrapped around his torso. Still half asleep he tossed last nights fender bunny off his leg while reaching for the damn phone on the nightstand, knocking his whiskey bottle to the floor, finally grabbing hold of the offending item. He pulled it to his ear, and grouchily mumbled, "What?" After listening for a few minutes, Roach growled, "No problem Bro."<div><br /><div><div>He slammed the phone back on the receiver while exiting the bed. He turned and shook the perky little redhead awake, "You gotta get up and scoot on home. I got things to do." The tone of his voice told her it wasn't a request. She jumped out of the bed and grabbed her things while dressing on the run and exited the house without saying a word.</div><div><br /></div><div>Groggily he stepped into the bathroom and fumbled around the sink, bottles fell and clattered to the floor. A large powder container dislodged itself in a semi-arc hitting Roach squarely in his crotch, nearly causing Roach to double over holding his jewels. "Son of a bitch!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Slapping the faucet handle to wash the resulting white cake off his hands, he bent the silver ring on his finger. He pulled his hand toward his face to see what was pinching his finger and stepped back onto a stray bottle on the floor, launching him into the nearby tub. The resulting pressure on the shower curtain caused the plastic holders to snap one by one until the whole rod and curtain crashed down on his head. Roach ripped the ring off his finger and threw it out in anger. The bathroom mirror shattered.</div><div><br /></div><div>Extricating himself out of the tub Roach reached the door jamb and exited. Staggering down the hallway while pulling his jeans on, Roach bumped his shoulder in the door jamb muttering to himself, "Goddammit!" He pulled his boot on while hopping one-legged and smacked his other shoulder on the kitchen counter, "Fuuucck!" Yanking his vest off the kitchen chair caused it to fall over and crash to the floor.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thoroughly agitated Roach kicked open the door to the garage, embedding the handle in the wall. Slapping the garage door button caused the overhead lights to flash on, illuminating the well-worn knucklehead marking its spot on the floor. The screeching chain overhead dragged the garage door open. Roach threw a leg over and shoved the kick-start down twice before turning the ignition switch on. Another kick resulted in a loud bang resounding through the shop knocking tools and cans off the shelf before the knuckle settled into its familiar loping idle. Kicking it into gear, releasing the clutch while twisting the throttle stood the bike up on its rear wheel while the engine bellowed out to the night air. Leaning hard to the right at the end of his driveway the rear tire broke loose for an instant, skipping sideways and grabbing traction the old knuckle squatted down and shot forward slamming Roach back and he found himself digging his clenched fingers into the grips to stay on the bike.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kicking up the gears brought the speed to well over a hundred within a thousand feet of his house. Turning onto Main Street Roach hunkered down on the tank, rolled the throttle over to wide open and shot past the local gendarme patrolling the bakery parking lot. Looking in his rear view mirror Roach could see the cop toss his coffee and donut and race toward his cruiser.</div><div>"Aw, shit...here it comes." mumbled Roach.</div><div><br /></div><div>Blue lights bounced off the storefronts gaining in intensity as Roach braked, sliding into a hard left turn onto Central Street. Another set of blues coming from the side street ahead told Roach his evening just got a whole lot more interesting. Turning a hard left down the next alley, Roach no sooner straightened upright when the front wheel struck an overturned garbage can. Trash flew up, struck his face and nearly knocked him off the bike.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pawing the slop off his glasses while avoiding more obstacles, Roach aimed for narrow gap between the brick wall and an overfilled dumpster. Grinding the end caps off his hand grips the bars bent slightly inward as the knuckle shot loose. The screeching and clanging sounds from behind told him at least one cruiser was out of the nights festivities.</div><div><br /></div><div>Down-shifting and throttling up Roach headed for the relative sanctuary of the nearby industrial park. Bubblegum blues gaining in intensity told the story, the boys in blue were still on his trail.</div><div>Aiming for the forklift ramp into the warehouse, Roach went airborne onto the loading dock, riding along knocking stacked pallets loose as the dockworkers scrambled to get out of his way. One worker in his haste ran in front of Roach for nearly thirty feet before tossing the box he had been carrying and diving headlong into a half empty trailer. Roach saw his longtime bro Shakey pointing in his direction and doubling over in laughter. Throwing a one-fingered salute Roach shouted, "You still owe me a beer, Fucker!" Shakey, too flustered from trying regain his breath, just smiled then responded with a single digit wave of his own, using the finger to activate the loading ramp ahead into the upright position. Roach went skyward off the ramp, clearing the chain-link fence into an open field.</div><div><br /></div><div>Landing hard, Roach's legs flailed behind the knuckle as it bounced along trying to stay upright.</div><div>Distant fading blues signaled the fence had done it's job. Rapidly putting miles between himself and town, Roach settled in for the remaining ride to his destination.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kicking through the gears, Roach became aware of a burning sensation from his seat, briefly pondering the cause. Roach's mind flashed back to the earlier bathroom fiasco, "The fucking bottle was Blue!" Realizing the significance of the bottle's color he suddenly stood on the bike's binders and brought the knuckle to a screeching halt alongside the nearby canal. He dropped the bike and jumped feet-first into the waters screaming, "God-damned medicated foot powder!" Waving water into his crotch to wash off the offending burning sensation only amplified the unpleasantness before finally providing cool relief. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lying along-side the canal Roach loudly cursed the night air, "Un-fucking-believable!" Slowly getting up and uprighting the knuckle on it's side stand, Roach struggled to throw a water-soaked leg over the bike. After successfully smacking his leg on the sissy bar several times the deed was done. Kicking the knuckle to life, he tore out along the gravel heading for pavement arriving at his intended rendezvous point several miles later. The knuckle was silenced and Roach dragged a wind-dried stiff leg off his mount and shuffled along the pavement to a brother sitting nearby next to his scoot.</div><div><br /></div><div>Reaching into his pocket, Roach procured a shiny new masterlink, handing it over. His Bro asked, "Any trouble?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"No problem, Bro. No problem at all."</div></div></div>Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-24209721562839305132010-03-26T01:12:00.006-07:002010-03-26T10:58:23.364-07:00Blink of an EyeA local club of riding Friends woke up today to a gorgeous riding day.<br />Temperatures in the low eighties, slight breeze blowing,air crisp and clean.<br />Gathering at the designated meeting point proudly wearing their 'cuts' sporting Kruzers AZ upon their backs.<br />Brotherhood and camaraderie is their stated creed. Having a good day together is the mission.<br />Laughing, joking someone no doubt chided another for being a little late. another chimed in 'He can't help it...he had to get his wife's permission'.<br />Rolling out along Cave Creek road it felt good to be riding.....This is what it's all about.<br /><br />Across town A man arrived at work..Just another day at the ol' grindstone.<br />Gotta make a living. bills to pay and all.<br />Awesome spring day, shame to be having to work today.<br />Perhaps this weekend a barbecue or a day just lounging around with family or Friends.<br />Just one more day till Friday and...<br /><br />The riders rode leisurely up Cave Creek road as the leader goosed his engine just a little. smiling back at his Brother, challenging him just a little.<br />Further back in the pack a riders wife was making silly gestures causing the biker alongside to loose his composure and break out in audible fits of laughter.<br />Even further back in the pack another brothers chest swelled just a little with pride as he watched his close-knit group enjoying the hell out of this day....A few more miles and he'll buy them all a round at the Hideaway.<br />Rolling up to the stop sign behind a car, the packs energy was ready for some partying.<br />Great food and a cold one, this is gonna be a day for the books.<br /><br />The worker fired up his truck. headed out of the yard to his destination.<br />Driving along his thoughts wandered just a little.<br />Routes, schedules and maybe a little thought to the upcoming weekend.<br />A slight bump in the road shook the log/manifest papers loose from his clipboard.<br />Reaching down to the right to retrieve the fallen papers,<br />His eyes looked to the floor for just an instant.<br /><br /><br />Somewhere in the this Valley tonight.<br />A group of close Friends will never laugh together again.<br />Three families are mourning the loss of their loved one.<br />Six more are desperately praying that the loved ones still in ICU will still be alive in the morning. Many strangers are sleeping fitfully..trying to not replay the days horrific sights in their minds eye.<br />And One man..sits with the knowledge that his life as he knew it has ended.<br />The years of nightmares, His probable multiple convictions for manslaugther.<br /><br />How did all this happen so quickly?<br />Afterall,,,It was for just an instant...Right?<br /><a href="http://www.kpho.com/news/22956828/detail.html">http://www.kpho.com/news/22956828/detail.html</a><br /><br />Please, keep your eyes on the road and pay attention to your driving.Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-51763569075399357262009-12-17T10:31:00.003-07:002009-12-17T11:35:09.162-07:00Charitable Intentions<em>I have a question and I hope one of my more knowledgeable readers can perhaps explain this to me.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>If you have a business whatever it may be, the standard wisdom for all types is take your profits and reinvest them back into your inventory.</em><br /><em>Buy more product to sell, or invest in new equipment for said purpose. Do not take those profits and use them for anything other than increasing business.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>This is standard business 101, taught in any good class from Harvard to community college.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>All in agreement so far?.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Here's my quandary.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>A business here in AZ. [Which by all involved vehemently deny it is one] but let's go with our all knowing governments version and say it is. I personally don't agree with that...but let's for the sake of this argument say it's true.</em><br /><em>According to the same government it is a "criminal organization" that deals in nefarious purposes.</em><br /><em>Now this said organization took some of it's profits and bought a truckload of toys to give to children.</em><br /><em>When they arrived to deliver the toys...They were denied access to giving the toys away.</em><br /><em>????? WTF?</em><br /><em>Well it seems the local law enforcement in it's wisdom decided to tell the charity 'Don't accept these toys..they are bought with criminal profits'.</em><br /><em>Who loses out in this scenario?</em><br /><em>The innocent children lose out on Christmas.</em><br /><em>The 'Bad guys' will correctly now decide that since spending money on charity is a waste if time, put it back in inventory.</em><br /><em>The 'product' they sell will not be diminished one fucking Iota by this denial.</em><br /><em>They are not gonna close up shop and go away because....[Awww, they won't let us give stuff away]</em><br /><em>The 'customers' don't buy from them because 'hey..they help kids'. They could give a shit less one way or the other.</em><br /><em>OK...So far the kids lost...the 'criminals' kept more of their profits to buy more product and equipment..[being criminals...that would naturally mean more guns and such].</em><br /><em>So who came out ahead here?</em><br /><em>Law enforcement?</em><br /><em>Most see it as making innocents pay for the wages of crime. The organization they are fighting actually gains in strength because they now have more money to continue their 'nefarious efforts' and actually close ranks among themselves , becoming a tighter group.</em><br /><em>The LEO's now face a better equipped army against them, the public perception of them is diminished because they just made innocent children who are already down on their luck pay the price.</em><br /><em>These kids will not remember why....Only that a 'Cop' prevented Christmas.</em><br /><em>And will most likely in the future look on 'Cops' as assholes.</em><br /><em>Showing LESS respect for the law,,not more.</em><br /><em>So my question is......Just who the hell came out ahead in this scenario?</em>Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-71859767662030881802009-11-13T00:08:00.002-07:002009-11-13T00:53:40.466-07:00Modern 'Bike in Barn' storyWe've all heard the proverbial 'Bike in a barn ' story.<br />Bikers sit up and Pay rapt attention when one is told.<br />Hell, If it's a real good one we'll even push the chatty naked pole dancer outta the way just to hear it.<br />You might as well tell her right now...go back to the dressing room....Cos' your gonna love this one.<br /><br />A 96 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">FLH</span> in perfect condition found in a 'Barn'..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ok</span>, it was a garage..who cares.<br />The owners manual and video had not even been opened yet.<br />Impressive, No?<br />OK, not really that impressive......You can find low mileage examples if you look hard enough.<br />Under 3000 miles..is that impressive? Quite rare...but not really unheard of.<br />So how about.......300 miles? Got your attention now don't I?<br />That's rare for a 13 year old bike....I don't care who you ask. <br /><br /> That's a cool fucking story period.<br /><br />But...Wait!!!! There's more.<br /><br />How about...a 96 S&S motored American eagle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">softail</span> chopper with all the chrome and fancy color shifting paint job done by 5150 Paint and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">kustoms</span>. [Around a 3500 dollar paint job]<br />And just for good measure..New <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Revtech</span> heads and Barrels.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kustom</span> rims etc. <br />OH!! Before I forget.....275 actual miles. Yep, you read that right...275.<br /><br />Now finding these two bikes with a combined mileage of 575...In the same 'barn'<br />The odds of hearing a story like this is pretty damn rare, Wouldn't you say?<br /><br />I'll bet your saying 'Holy shit' , Now that's a great goddamn story.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Whoop's</span>...I ain't done yet...;]<br /><br />How about a 97 Honda <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Valkrie</span>......The first year edition with the most horsepower.<br />In showroom condition.....which isn't that amazing....Since it also has only........325 miles.<br /><br />All three from the same 'Barn' and all three are sitting happily in my shop as I write.<br />I need to clean the tanks and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">carb's</span> ...fuel injectors,,oil changes, tires etc...<br /><br />The current owner wants to ride the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">FLH</span> and sell the other two<br />The original owner bought them as 'Investments' back in the day.<br />Then decided to give them to his son-in-law.<br />He then contacted a Friend of mine.<br />I 'm making green to fix em...and I get to ride them.<br />And I gotta cool post for my readers outta the deal.<br />Ain't life just grand...;]<br /><br />PS...I will post pics when I find the damn camera cable to download,Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-47569674073441858952009-09-18T21:03:00.000-07:002009-09-18T21:03:03.587-07:00CaneCane's ears slowly stirred his consciousness into focus. The close quiet hum he was hearing to was alien to him. Slowly opening his eyes and peering into the subdued light. The blinking green numbers flashing on the monitor above his head brought the hazy memory of recent events to clarity.<br />
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'Aww, Shit...It wasn't a dream'.<br />
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Quiet laughter echoed from the room’s far corner, ’No, It was definitely real'<br />
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Cane strained his eyes to focus on the source. <br />
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The man speaking from the corner of the room stepped forward into view.<br />
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Cane looked to see a weather-beaten face shrouded in long flowing white hair and beard.<br />
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It took a few seconds for Cane to realize the vest and leathers the man wore were white.<br />
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'Who the hell are you?' Cane asked.<br />
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Again the old man laughed, leaning closer to Cane replied softly ’wrong place'<br />
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'What do you mean by that? <br />
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'I don't come from there'<br />
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Confused, Cane stared at the man quizzically and then mumbled 'Oh Shit'<br />
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Laughing even louder the old man quipped 'No, I ain't who your thinking' Waving his hands in the air, no robe and no scythe here'<br />
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'Then who are you?'<br />
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'Lets just say I'm a fan and have been for sometime.'<br />
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A Fan? Of what?<br />
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'Of you and what you do.'<br />
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'I'm not sure I understand'<br />
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'You are a good hearted man who strives to live each day honorably and care for your family and friends. Also what you do for kids....Well, let's put it this way, many talk about helping, you actually put yourself out there. For that, I try to keep an extra eye out for you'<br />
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Looking down at his body wrapped in bandages Cane muttered 'Good Job'<br />
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Smiling the Old man replied 'Yes, I think so'<br />
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'I was being sarcastic' If you were watching out for me...you kinda messed up' replied Cane<br />
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'I was a little busy at the time, so I did what I could<br />
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'Busy?<br />
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'Yes, busy. What you didn't see on your little flight was our friend with the scythe waiting in the street. He was so excited at having potential clients he didn't see me coming. I drop kicked his ass' and then barely had time to catch you and your wife in time for a softer landing. You try catching two at a time...let me know how well you do' chortled the old man.<br />
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'You did all that?' asked Cane.<br />
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'That and more, I have sent people with good hearts and advice to your side, though you don't always listen, I have even helped you out of a few close calls.....You haven't exactly helped make my job any easier.'<br />
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'Sorry'<br />
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'No need to apologize, I really didn't expect you too'.<br />
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'Now you’re confusing me'<br />
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'I don't have any hold on your free will. The same ability that sometimes hinders, also allows you to take the risk you do for children. They kind of go hand in hand..so to speak.'<br />
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'Why me?'<br />
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'Because I need you'<br />
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'You need me? How?'<br />
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I can't be everywhere at once; I need people like you to protect the little ones.<br />
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'I'm still not sure I understand...aren't you everywhere?<br />
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The old man responded laughing 'No, I'm not that guy either'<br />
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'Then who are you?'<br />
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'Lets just say I'm the "Bikers" aide and leave it at that.'<br />
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'Now I'm really confused, if you’re a "Bikers" aide what's that have to do with kids?'<br />
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'Since the entire world has free will, there are those who will abuse that privilege. You help to make sure that the little ones don't have theirs taken away. Some lead by your example will also become "Bikers" someday.<br />
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By looking out for you, I'm also looking out for them.'<br />
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'I won't be able to do much from here' said Cane gesturing at the room.<br />
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'As I stated before, you have good people surrounding you. They will keep the flame burning in your absence. Think of it this way, the best steel is forged slowly over fire. In time you will emerge from this stronger, sharper and more focused. When you wake tomorrow, you won't remember this talk we are having...But your soul will.<br />
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Cane noticed the old man was slowly receding back into the darkness of the room. Feeling the effects of the medication again he started to drift off to sleep. Before consciousness lost hold he heard the old man whisper.<br />
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'Rest up Bro', you still have a Lot to do'Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-28166009230600773562009-08-18T18:42:00.004-07:002009-08-18T18:53:07.351-07:00Mystery BikeThe Bike I was crying about..[because I thought he 'blew it up']<br />Is an EXTREMELY RARE......<br />1941 Indian Military Model 841.<br />Only a thousand were made...And all but one was shipped to CA for testing by the armed forces.<br /><br />The 841 also came with several other new features, including shaft drive, a foot shift, hand clutch, hydraulic girder spring fork, rubber-mounted handlebars, a sprung rear hub and 8-inch drum brakes, all of which made it onto postwar Chiefs.E. Paul duPont, who controlled Indian, had so much faith in the 841 design that he got one for his own use. He rode it around the country, stopping to show dealers and friends, and had grand plans for turning the military 841 into a civilian tourer.But none of that was to be.Although Indian built more than 1,000 examples of the bike and put it through extensive testing in the desert of California, the military never adopted the machine for wartime use. The same was true of Harley’s BMW-like XA. Instead, the primary motorcycle used by American forces was the 750cc V-twin Harley WLA, augmented by Indian’s 500cc V-twin 741 and the 750cc 640B, basically a military version.<br /><br /><br />Most were deystoyed in testing or scrapped...Never intended for civilian use...As such very few examples exist today...and nearly all that are...are in museums. <br /><br />When I saw the photo of a civilian owning one...I just about fell off my chair.Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-40604949190487017632009-08-17T16:57:00.008-07:002009-08-17T19:17:33.961-07:00CRYINGI know I haven't posted in a while. Just been busy with bikes and BACA events.<br />I really didn't have anything new to post since most of our day to day happenings are told on Ann's/Boston's blog...but whoo boy I got a doozy for ya today.....<br /><br />I stopped by our BACA prez's house this morn to catch up and chat awhile.<br />He just retuned from a week long trip up in Utah visiting friends and family.<br />He found some old photos of his grandfather on his bikes just after WW2.<br /><br />He tells me, "These are pic's of my gramps bikes; one he rode for years....and the other a Triumph.......<em>THAT I BLEW UP</em>."<br /><br />The first pic was of a 1946 FL, quite rare today....But if you look hard enough you can still find em.....This pic with the windshield and accessories is no doubt the 'Road-going' bike as described.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGDcfUETivUw45iaE4CyOXaZ2nJefi-fxXAUREXyklo7jWufCCknkeOOraeFy5uQa6XuOiqTapr1XUgLl1TkPsd-wIiG7ROnn7WBY8h7GyJsO2z5xTzSjUmQNUaRwOhFXrnbFlPdozrKp/s1600-h/grandpa+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGDcfUETivUw45iaE4CyOXaZ2nJefi-fxXAUREXyklo7jWufCCknkeOOraeFy5uQa6XuOiqTapr1XUgLl1TkPsd-wIiG7ROnn7WBY8h7GyJsO2z5xTzSjUmQNUaRwOhFXrnbFlPdozrKp/s400/grandpa+2.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div><br /><br />The other...well, do your reasearch. Hint: American Wartime (it ain't no Triumph!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vWVE0ebKmjjbNbCjKpIn0DyzEfgoepK_6_i5nBAxPDODO_21HpJlQG3D28EFb5EXWoHf_qs5kqjoEKq4rxmVkWNMAtH1HIezZDP_SBYOATeo3OEjHSbv-jpsSrDU_Ot3r-VepPusIGFL/s1600-h/Grandpa+MC.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vWVE0ebKmjjbNbCjKpIn0DyzEfgoepK_6_i5nBAxPDODO_21HpJlQG3D28EFb5EXWoHf_qs5kqjoEKq4rxmVkWNMAtH1HIezZDP_SBYOATeo3OEjHSbv-jpsSrDU_Ot3r-VepPusIGFL/s400/Grandpa+MC.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />I hope this isn't the bike he 'Blew up'........I'll cry for a month.<br /><br /><br />Postscript.......I had mis-heard....He 'blew up' the picture.......fate of the bike?....lost to time.Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-13997237271882354662009-07-22T01:59:00.008-07:002009-07-22T10:51:50.281-07:00Giving the finger<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1ZO8DpypOOLBpb_wTPVP2tzTWFpTvNIo_6tiWVLDxiA_JiZWPCFFU99HemjK75wILUsTGZNdU6WJKW2z9vVz0Qz0whoJE9oIMo0RMBW3179wb6Lhd9CTbPctjpH_bqZVbry9y0mkrCGK/s1600-h/westworld.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1ZO8DpypOOLBpb_wTPVP2tzTWFpTvNIo_6tiWVLDxiA_JiZWPCFFU99HemjK75wILUsTGZNdU6WJKW2z9vVz0Qz0whoJE9oIMo0RMBW3179wb6Lhd9CTbPctjpH_bqZVbry9y0mkrCGK/s320/westworld.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361226782411794178" /></a><br />OK, I have been asked to tell this true story more than once.<br />I usually cloak the truth in analogy's and writers privilege.<br />I was gonna do that with this one.....Screw it, you get the unaltered version today.<br />Because if I wrote as a story....You probably would think I was tweaking the details. The things that happened and were said.....Every line is true.<br />Even when you wouldn't think that people would be Asshole enough to say that.<br /><br /><br />One hot frigging summer day here in AZ. I pulled into the parking lot of my work and brought the 10 wheeler with a farmers yoke trailer to halt.<br />Why do I drive this Rig? Because of the double wishbone on the yoke.[picture a flatbed trailer with a y yoke in front of it. The front has a steel ring that goes into a farmers clip. like a ball hitch but less able to guide. The back of the yoke is also able to pivot the front wheels. So when backing up, they want to go in opposite directions] I'm the only one in the yard who can back the sucker up. <br />Which can come in real handy at some of the blind alleys and hollowed out construction jobs we do.<br /><br />My good Friend who owns the 88 sporty you all know about..[I'm keeping his name private. From here on out we'll just call him 88]<br />Rolls up on his forklift and tells me we need the trailer down in the back lot.<br />I was already out and into my vest getting ready to leave on my bike [This is important later in the story]<br />OK no problem.<br />I swing it around and back down the alley in back and down the little hill next to the fence.<br />Every time I did this in the yard, someone would comment that it was amazing that I could do that. [25 years driving teaches you things ,,Go figure]<br />So this time it was 88 saying this as he was starting to unhook my trailer for me.<br />The tension of being on a downward angle from the truck had jammed the front yoke too tight to release.<br />Just as I said 'Don't put your hand near it' He did.<br />When two highly sprung blocks of steel slam together and your fingers are in the way?<br />Somebody is going to be minus a finger...and 88 was.<br />With a look of pure shock and pain He calmly said I just lost my finger.<br />Walkimg quickly but steady back to his forklift, wrapped his hand in a rag and drove to the office. So they could take him to the hospital.<br /><br />Back at the truck, I manage to pry the jaws open on the trailer and retrieve the finger.<br />Drove my [now] disconnected truck like hell up to the office.<br />I run inside and tell the receptionist at the front desk. I need ice and a couple of bags.<br />She looks at me like it's the funniest thing she'd ever seen, and doesn't move an inch.<br />Placing my boot firmly against her desk and kicking it over a few feet fixed the humor problem...I had a bag of ice and another to cover the finger in less than thirty seconds.<br />As I was running out the front door she replied 'I'll get you fired for this'<br />I shot back a look that made it clear to her that right now, silence would be her best course of action.<br />She quickly shut the fuck up.<br />So jumping on 'Annabelle and firing her to duty, I placed the bag in my saddlebag and pulled a 20 foot wheelie down the street.<br />I get out on the highway still pissed at our dipshit desk bunny and hauling ass to the hospital.<br />I pass a Maricopa police car doing well over the speed limit.<br />I see him and he doesn't do shit.<br />So I slow down beside him and motion for him to pull over.<br />No response other than a incredulous look.<br />So I start kicking the drivers door [put a nice dent in that sucker]<br />He swerves into the gravel on the side of the road and stops. I stop just in front of him.<br />I grabbed the bag out of my saddlebag and run toward the police car.<br />He's getting ready to draw his weapon.<br />I yelled 'you gotta get this man's finger to the hospital now!!'<br />Quickly explaining how I come to be carrying such a thing.<br />The Dumb ass cop looks at me and says 'We don't do that'<br />I start yelling.<br />Are you fucking kidding me! You assholes can't find any stolen items unless the crooks bring them to you and can hardly solve shit. Except give out bullshit tickets? To serve and Protect is just a fucking motto?<br />At this the Sargent in the passenger seat got out and berated the dumb ass.<br />'Take the damn finger and let's get it to the hospital, Jackass.'<br />So off they go, siren's blaring.<br />I catch up a few minutes later as they are walking back outta the hospital.<br />The sargent pulls me aside and say's<br />'The next time you give a cop a finger...Smile.<br /><br />Postscript...It was all for naught...they couldn't reattach the finger.<br />As I stepped into the bathroon I saw what the dumbass cop saw.<br />A long wild haired, grey beard with a bowie knife strapped to his leg. a patch of a maltese cross with skull and bomes on my back. and blood on the front of my shirt.<br />Riding a obnoxious sounding harley covered in dust...And kicking his door.<br />I wonder why he didn't want to pull over?Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-81371899908250066122009-07-19T23:30:00.004-07:002009-07-20T00:24:17.514-07:00WTF?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1hufqTqcB66coJx8KVmc3VPISmLPJ3hydxihGQlO5VXBNoWh-VN2-A1tj7v_51LR_8uUGG8KXsJNrBWFdoB3rpcGW2oZONZMZHG4r9f9FwA9pS1PYsO2UMzb5Bd3xVOwkRP4Rs97wp2uO/s1600-h/Capit%25C3%25A3o+Caverna+023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1hufqTqcB66coJx8KVmc3VPISmLPJ3hydxihGQlO5VXBNoWh-VN2-A1tj7v_51LR_8uUGG8KXsJNrBWFdoB3rpcGW2oZONZMZHG4r9f9FwA9pS1PYsO2UMzb5Bd3xVOwkRP4Rs97wp2uO/s320/Capit%25C3%25A3o+Caverna+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360436605693595154" /></a><br />There's an old joke about a man in a flood sitting on his roof.<br />First a man on a raft comes by and ask 'Do you need a ride?'<br />The old man replies 'no ,God will save me' <br />The rafter leaves.<br />Then he is followed in secession with a boat ,helicopter etc...<br />Same question, same answer.<br />Finally the water rises and the old man dies.<br />Gets up to St Peter and says What happened, I thought you'd save me?<br />Peter replies 'What do you want from me? I sent a raft, a boat, a helicopter.....<br /><br />Why the joke?<br />Because I was wondering if I wasn't getting the joke being played by the universe.<br />only in reverse......<br /><br />There was a open bike night planned for this past Saturday night at the dominant three piece 'Patch' here in the valley. [It's AZ . you figure it out]<br />My President of B.A.C.A says 'we have to be there'<br />'OK. no problem' <br />My bike 'Marie' the Dyna is in the shop getting a gear drive and some bigger cams.<br />Be ready Thursday night......No sweat.<br />Thursday comes.....Nope wrong cams...next week earliest.<br />OK....I'll just go out and finish up 'Annabelle' my trusty sporty.<br />Friday night starting to button it up.....Aww shit, I need two lousy O-rings<br />Which I don't have. too late to get them in time for tomorrow night and finish up the build and break her in properly.<br />My Bro Mike says 'take my sporty'<br />It has a charging issue...But I'm hoping that I have enough time to fix....If not I'll just bring jumper cables as we are not going to far from here anyway.<br />OK...Good to go.......<br />He gets the bike over here, I replaced the regulator and it's charging.<br />Now it's time to go.<br />Get two miles from the house and the coil or points and condenser start crapping out.<br />Shit!!<br />OK, I limp it home.<br />Fuck it...Take the cage.<br />Flat tire sitting the driveway....Are you frigging kidding me?<br />OK pump up the tire... Seems fine<br />Get two miles from home it goes flat again.......ffffffuckk!!!<br />Dig out the doughnut spare, seems fine,<br />One mile...IT goes flat!!<br />AAggghhh! Screw it, buy a can o fix a flat.<br />Finally get going.<br />At this point the joke mentioned earlier keeps popping thru my head...<br />Except in this case...something goes horribly wrong and I arrived at St Pete's and ask WTF?<br />And he replies<br />What'd you want?...I broke everything I could to stop ya..<br /><br />Contemplating this scenario...I rolled down the window of the cage and flipped the bird to the universe....Fuck you, I'm going.<br /><br />I went.<br />Had a great time.Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-12258993180058057992009-07-08T01:35:00.003-07:002009-07-08T01:54:02.661-07:00Huh?I thought that Mama loved me.<br />She bought me boots and a bike and all kinds of neat shit.<br />Now, I ain't so sure.<br />We went out for dinner the other night on the way to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Walmart</span>.<br />On the menu they had 'Chicken fried steak'<br />I had a question...<br />Since there is no 'Chicken' in the damn steak......I don't count the egg used for the batter...It's an egg...not a chicken yet....[No I ain't interested in a roe-v -wade debate]<br />where the fuck did the chicken fried part come from?<br />Is there a chicken in the kitchen frying the damn thing?<br />But I digress..<br />Anyhow we ended up at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wallys</span> mart and she bought me a pair of shorts for the party.<br />I was thankful.<br />Till now.<br />Here I sit with a bursting bladder.<br />The shorts she bought are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">camouflage</span>..<br />So,Now I can't find the Fucking zipper.......Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-91083606436625165432009-06-25T23:34:00.002-07:002009-06-26T01:48:21.403-07:00Cryogenic RaptureFriday started one second after midnight of Thursdays eve.<br />Apparently this happens on weekly basis.<br />It's been going on since time began...or at least since we have had Friday's following Thursday's.<br />What's this have to do with this post?<br />Absolutely nothing.<br />At the time I was sleeping and don't know what the hell was going on.<br />What's this all have to do with the Williams AZ trip everyone is waiting to hear about?<br />Not a damn thing.<br />Hell, even the title of this post has nothing to do with this day's story..it actually applies to Saturday.<br />{I'm a regular friggin' suspence writer}<br />In case you missed it....At midnight..I was sleeping.<br />Pay attention!<br /><br />I awoke at the crack of Nine-ish and headed out to my big two wheeler.<br />[OK so it's a sporty and most don't consider it big.....and it's not really mine...belongs to a Friend]<br />Abruptly I came to a halt.<br />I forgot to open the door.<br />Twisting the doorknob like a panheads twistgrip attached to a super E fuel mixer...[Poetic, Ain't it?]<br />I opened the door.<br />I walked over to the scoot and threw a leg over.<br />Flipped the switch and reached for the starter button.<br />Only to be interrupted by a loud yelling coming from the doorway.<br />'You need to get dressed first'<br />Ann had noticed I had no clothes on.<br />Damn! She's picky today.<br />So I had to start all over again...<br />Finally getting my shit together, We headed off to the wild blue....ummm<br />Asphalt?<br />After a long drive..[5000 feet] We stopped at a house five streets up from ours and looked at a Black Cherry 99 Dyna.<br />Ann bought it and said Happy Fathers day!<br />Which I thought was strange...As Fathers day was on the upcoming Sunday.<br />But being graciously humble I didn't point that out to her.<br />{Yes I know..I'm wonderful like that}<br />Getting down the highway going up to get low in the AZ high country.<br />Like two Frito's diving into salsa con queso, we were a tasty pair..<br />{Try singing that one ,Dylan}<br />Stopping at the local HD dealer on the way, we bought the Harley museum archives book.<br />[Highly recommended]<br />Rumbling along [we were hungry] we opted to stop at the casino along the way.<br />After a hardy meal we cropdusted the casino isles.<br />Relived of the gastro-intestinal issues and recieving nasty looks from the patrons at the slot-machines, We got while the going was good.<br />Near Flagstaff it started to rain.<br />I had no jacket.<br />[if you weren't paying attention...I had some fabric related issues earlier in the day]<br />Bought a sweater-jacket at the Big 5 sports store.<br />I was toasty.......The rain stopped.<br />Finally arriving in Williams AZ.<br />The assistant police chief greeted us as we dismounted.<br />Apparently he hadn't ever heard a sporty with a nasty big block Chevy cackle.<br />He was impressed.<br />Registering for the Rumble. [I'm smart like that]<br />We proceeded towards our hotel.<br />Stopping at a stop sign because that's what your supposed to do.<br />[That's why it's called a stop sign..Dipshit]<br />I looked over and saw AZ Harley Dude and Linda stopped at the other stop sign.<br />{Why?.... you paying attention here?...I ain't explaining it again}<br />Saying Hello....Because that's what you do when you meet people.<br />We had a quiet talk on the sidewalk. It would have been ridiculous to yell loudly as we were just a couple feet from each other.<br />We agreed to meet later at the local watering hole.<br />I think it was misnamed because I didn't really see anybody drinking water.<br /><div>I partook in some of Lynchburg Tennessee's finest liquid libation.</div><div>[Partook and libation in the same sentence...50 points..Yee-hah!]</div><br />Fuzzily watching Ann molest all the wooden animals in town and even seeing her attempt to give a pine cowboy statue a blow job.<br />Guessing wisely that she must need some wood.<br />I headed her off to the hotel.<br />Then came Saturday........Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-24705054778258717072009-06-14T10:50:00.002-07:002009-06-14T11:01:25.113-07:00My Favorite Word<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz3JERL1emYK9B4Iv8BptOVWaeFqwvyl4hjgX3H6FMs2rS4RKbWoRb5d7rqNrsURGuGocTmUjc79tZjjEhgtA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-11154081826096440042009-06-08T23:10:00.000-07:002009-06-08T23:11:42.689-07:00A Short Post.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8NaevK-ZjiaqCUZKolr4-DK_pawBEoc9lfjF8tDZ2b5CqYrEp-Do_QuuPSfRHejkhGlEpd_bxOPj191Uq9FL9wyvOcYWXMiITStU20L48n6fZymW_MlH3U6uVB9YkcQBEZFBKSAytPun/s1600-h/post.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345206486922655426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8NaevK-ZjiaqCUZKolr4-DK_pawBEoc9lfjF8tDZ2b5CqYrEp-Do_QuuPSfRHejkhGlEpd_bxOPj191Uq9FL9wyvOcYWXMiITStU20L48n6fZymW_MlH3U6uVB9YkcQBEZFBKSAytPun/s320/post.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What????</div>Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-47177447262384852812009-05-11T00:34:00.004-07:002009-05-20T23:31:39.334-07:00Road Therapy.Mounting up and firing the iron horse called 88 to life, the walls of the surrounding concrete canyon echoed with a sinister roar of a snarling stallion.<br />Two more steel steeds announced their displeasure at sitting idle.<br />Snapping the darkness away with white light and blue flame, the dirt rose in protest as the three snicked into gear in unison and painted the asphalt a darker shade of black.<br />Unleashed and full of fury, earlier today these chariots had given full measure of compassion for a child treated wrongly. Proudly carrying safely the newest young member of B.A.C.A. They had spent all the empathy allotted them for the day.<br />Rage was all that was left. This valley was gonna hear the bellowing angry scream.<br />As if to haunt the sleep of an abuser, the steeds wound up and casting showers of orange sparks they tore down the off ramp leading to the highway. The heat generated from the friction of steel on pavement gave the floorboard of the first iron horse an eerie glow, if only for an instant.<br />Just under a hundred and still gaining momentum the three riders held the steel reins of the chrome,war painted palominos racing to outrun the horror of child abuse.<br />The wind, rumble and speed would be the therapy needed.<br />The stench of evil would be lost in the dust, passed from view just for the duration.<br />Cool desert air was breathed to capacity in iron and flesh lungs. White and red streaks galloped clear.<br />The cloak of night swallowed the tragedies and injustices of days recent.<br /><br />Tomorrow the world will still turn and the the destiny of souls will still follow.<br />But tonight....just briefly....nine broke free, three of steel and six of flesh.Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-64389003122063784932009-03-27T22:27:00.001-07:002009-03-27T22:28:41.326-07:00I'm Famous!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEYInUvLalQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEYInUvLalQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I'm famous! I had no idea that I inspired a beer commercial! And I don't even drink beer!Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-75678361485485154642009-02-16T02:36:00.004-07:002009-02-16T04:10:54.819-07:00Shadows<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivgzrFYgePFPAtjAUhC2NXTLCa1A6oJUHL8B09UZhVqMPDS6MpFNEdKrtp7keov53nqOcqJuea2q31jKI9h2ofZNuRPVcxDcBNZNRsIFSqL9EbELX8IkN8wcBGbrNf46tEjSYNuhaBGVLu/s1600-h/146.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303348590030693234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivgzrFYgePFPAtjAUhC2NXTLCa1A6oJUHL8B09UZhVqMPDS6MpFNEdKrtp7keov53nqOcqJuea2q31jKI9h2ofZNuRPVcxDcBNZNRsIFSqL9EbELX8IkN8wcBGbrNf46tEjSYNuhaBGVLu/s320/146.jpg" /></a><br /><div>'Happy Birthday son. Your eighteen today. how's it feel?'</div><br /><div><em>'Thanks Dad, OK, I guess'</em></div><br /><div>'You Guess? What the hell kinda answer is that?'</div><br /><div><em>'It's just that I have been doing a lot of thinking'</em></div><br /><div>'About what?'</div><br /><div><em>'My future, and what my life will be like, where it's going to go'</em></div><br /><div><em>'</em>Son ,it will go where you take it. It's the choices that you make that will determine it's path.'</div><br /><div><em>'Yes I know, But will it be as interesting as yours?'</em></div><br /><div>'I'm not sure I follow'</div><br /><div><em>'What I mean is, will it be as well traveled and respected as yours is?'</em></div><br /><div>'Did I teach you to honor your family and friends through thick and thin. Also did I teach you to give a hard days work for a honest days pay? Always keep in touch over the years as time and distance intervene?</div><br /><div><em>'Yes'</em></div><br /><div>'Then I don't see the problem'</div><br /><div>'<em>Well it's just you cast a long shadow'</em></div><br /><div>'I do? How so?</div><br /><div><em>'Your bro's respect you. And ladies love what you represent. You have story's enough to carry a normal person's lifetime.'</em></div><br /><div>'So , What I'm abnormal now?' Where's this line of talk coming from? Do you think my life's unusual? It just depends on your perception of it. Whats normal for me isn't necessarily be gonna be normal for you. Nor' would I want it to be, And neither should you.'</div><br /><div><em>'You get along so well with most people. I don't think I have that skill.'</em></div><br /><div>'Say's who?.</div><br /><div><em>'Say's me. Even my brother talks more like you and even act's alot like you.'</em></div><br /><div>'That's his skill, you have yours. Your brother is like me in some ways and in a lot of them he isn't. He is himself...And so are you. And you have more of me in you than you think. With additional skills I can never hope to have.' I wouldn't want a pair of "Mini Me's".'</div><br /><div><em>'But Dad, the things you have seen and done. I could only hope to have even half of that kind of life. I'd die happy.</em></div><br /><div>'That's funny I used to think the same thing about my father.</div><br /><div><em>'You did?'</em></div><br /><div>' Hell yes, He lived through the depression. Went to war in a B17 bomber in a belly turret. Shot down a Focke-Wolf. Received several medals for bravery. Got the DFC with 4 oak leaf clusters.</div><br /><div>Went to Korea as a Infantryman. Saved 2 wounded GI's while dispatching the enemy with his sidearm. Traveled all over the world, was written about twice in the Stars and stripes.</div><br /><div>Raised a family and started a new successful career after retiring from the service. I could go on and on.</div><br /><div>'Now, That's a huge shadow to follow.'</div><br /><div>'<em>Do you think that anymore?'</em></div><br /><div>'No I don't' I realized that his is just a different shadow. Thanks to Ann. I see that my life although vastly different...Is in a lot of ways very similar. Looking back I fought battles that took just as much courage to get pass. I didn't have bullets being shot at me from a 50 cal.</div><br /><div>But I've had my own close calls with death. And dead is dead no matter how it arrives.</div><br /><div>And travels? I saw things that grandpa could only imagine. same as me for him, and will be for you.'</div><br /><div><em>'You really think so?'</em></div><br /><div>'No I don't think......I know. You leave for active duty in the military tomorrow. Correct?</div><br /><div><em>'Yes'</em></div><br /><div>' Do you honestly believe your life's gonna be boring? After all....You are my son.</div><div>Your shadows gonna dwarf mine I'm sure.</div><br /><div><em>'Since you put it that way. I think not.</em></div><br /><div>'Happy birthday Son'</div><br /><div><em>'Damn straight it is'</em></div>Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-61239135214953520792009-02-11T22:46:00.003-07:002009-02-11T23:39:02.732-07:00Tranny Blues.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_hN_m47UF4wU2I08056ptHLrJO_peOxviO5rIqtYwVVp5Ex7kLNdiFgys0RrcazodWxInqG1OFM5lREualLtHlD18r53p1X-vtiHTD_FufWRgebGQB8Ax2EAVVcyPbGedIGuUBkBeQ7g/s1600-h/Clutch+Basket020309+012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301783670687782674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_hN_m47UF4wU2I08056ptHLrJO_peOxviO5rIqtYwVVp5Ex7kLNdiFgys0RrcazodWxInqG1OFM5lREualLtHlD18r53p1X-vtiHTD_FufWRgebGQB8Ax2EAVVcyPbGedIGuUBkBeQ7g/s320/Clutch+Basket020309+012.jpg" /></a> My Friend went to pick up a pile of scrap metal and found this engine. Brought it over to me and asked what the hell is it? There are no markings other than the serial # stamped on the case. 1 hour later I called him and said you found a 59 ST 165 cc 5.5hp Harley Davidson Hummer engine. Lucky Bastard! While not worth a huge hunk of change.....It's still a whole lotta 'F--kin A' factor. Certainly cooler than my Aermachi Italian HD moped motor.<br />At least this was cast here in the US. [Yes I know it was a German DKW design]<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39VCHtx8Ij-alGKcZLjiFgY854QIBRtpap8h1hVFNL0k5nJETc5WqOLWDByrunIFqPUAy_xz1N6r1DWGwINX0kV9eDY-OKhB2IwQaeID7sl-dcIoi77HD37ZrZsLVkNobStqZB-5gChmF/s1600-h/Clutch+Basket020309+018.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301783667000896114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39VCHtx8Ij-alGKcZLjiFgY854QIBRtpap8h1hVFNL0k5nJETc5WqOLWDByrunIFqPUAy_xz1N6r1DWGwINX0kV9eDY-OKhB2IwQaeID7sl-dcIoi77HD37ZrZsLVkNobStqZB-5gChmF/s320/Clutch+Basket020309+018.jpg" /></a>I finally got a '16 over Girder for my Trumpet......Also took in 2 500 cc triumph motors and a small stash of parts In trade for the BSA frame and motor.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3fgFBJNB62tiky7aPZ4XUU48vQfy3RrZ9teLKR7iJpxGGluoeLx_F3nNtZR5j1Yo_U9X81Pe2K5_ZagPnYbxG2QXw_3dGn6xSqD3r0nQx8ZR_iyzukRjHv5vectpIn1u1SU1UJ95JTr-/s1600-h/Clutch+Basket020309+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301783665337846930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3fgFBJNB62tiky7aPZ4XUU48vQfy3RrZ9teLKR7iJpxGGluoeLx_F3nNtZR5j1Yo_U9X81Pe2K5_ZagPnYbxG2QXw_3dGn6xSqD3r0nQx8ZR_iyzukRjHv5vectpIn1u1SU1UJ95JTr-/s320/Clutch+Basket020309+016.jpg" /></a><br />Here's the Indian I was fitting for a different seat. Also added a sissy bar. This was interesting as the changes had to be made with no changes or modifications to the bike itself. Made custom mounts for the attachment points. Remove four stock bolts...slip the brackets out and put the original seat back on. No Irreversible changes made..<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEU-kyk7oTpj8rkD8r_KSP5bBynajBZ0QaEfXdkKz6pKO9WD41IPZAff-hEUlVtMeqURG7m-jbs9VUPi8QI9n56aPtZkuDoQ4cz7VSDzJ8iv7A3M9Yy6KVvMJhf13Cj98fK-uZeLnhupH/s1600-h/Clutch+Basket020309+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301783665564992658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEU-kyk7oTpj8rkD8r_KSP5bBynajBZ0QaEfXdkKz6pKO9WD41IPZAff-hEUlVtMeqURG7m-jbs9VUPi8QI9n56aPtZkuDoQ4cz7VSDzJ8iv7A3M9Yy6KVvMJhf13Cj98fK-uZeLnhupH/s320/Clutch+Basket020309+009.jpg" /></a> BTW...This is a 2003 Spirit Scout. Basically a S&S motor in a softail frame.<br />Not a 'Real ' Indian. Nice bike...But it ain't a Springfield MA. bike<br />[that's where the original Indians were produced]<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yAvjHEN1ufvVNNZBzKkzFXaAe4q4j9AmWvyeclbSwilcjYnJAvcY7DdCzbKa82zhNEW4XsMkAUH98A_Q_WzDJ-GzU66PltVAZKgZ_RaK3uR3KN7iQ5AdaY8bPFNzp86ULNrgvp95M1L6/s1600-h/Clutch+Basket020309+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301783667074875218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yAvjHEN1ufvVNNZBzKkzFXaAe4q4j9AmWvyeclbSwilcjYnJAvcY7DdCzbKa82zhNEW4XsMkAUH98A_Q_WzDJ-GzU66PltVAZKgZ_RaK3uR3KN7iQ5AdaY8bPFNzp86ULNrgvp95M1L6/s320/Clutch+Basket020309+008.jpg" /></a><br /><br />And now the reason for the title of the post........Annabelle is still Down.</div><div>After assembling the clutch basket on the bike. There was too much play between the clutch hub splines and the clutch gear mainshaft. The intense vibration from the loose magnets had worn the splines loose. I have to locate a clutch hub and probably the clutch gear.</div><div>Only 85-90 parts will fit. I haven't even begun to figure where to look with my budget right now. [Zero] I'll figure something out. I always do. </div><div> </div><div>P.S I think 'Annebelle is jealous of my previous ride. Eveytime I say the triumph is next on the list of work to do....She breaks down. Hmmm?<br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171848948162033897.post-71528403504855976592009-01-15T00:45:00.008-07:002009-01-15T19:30:58.683-07:00Desert Vengence 7<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq-t_rGxLNBJfNEmZqYKjBZ_E-qRh5LrgbB_8nYTm3jhX5uD-aZgWx5pJB7ZIggx96q75auORYRLOHMED2V4ShW_0TUJR1k6e5JE0KG_36WtmOBGG4jvu_gmfy3jiPQ_sudzNNmY3fg36l/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291464901766213730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq-t_rGxLNBJfNEmZqYKjBZ_E-qRh5LrgbB_8nYTm3jhX5uD-aZgWx5pJB7ZIggx96q75auORYRLOHMED2V4ShW_0TUJR1k6e5JE0KG_36WtmOBGG4jvu_gmfy3jiPQ_sudzNNmY3fg36l/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Pull up some stools, this is gonna take a while," said Animal.</div><br /><div>The tavern fell silent as all gathered to hear Animal. Sitting silently for a spell it seemed as if he was looking for a place to start. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a dollar bill. "This is gonna be an audio-visual lesson. Everyone pull out a George Washington and hold it in your hands."</div><br /><div>Watching the brothers surrounding him he waited until all had complied.</div><br /><div>Taking a long swig from his mug he began, "On the back of the dollar bill you see two official seals, the eagle and the pyramid. Let's start with the eagle. It has 33 feathers on the right wing and 32 on the left. 33 is the number universally accepted as the number for the Freemasons. In fact the main headquarters of the organization is in Washington D.C known as the 33rd Council of Scottish Rite. The president that approved of the placing of the seals on the dollar was Franklin D. Roosevelt, the 32nd president. Also a known Freemason."</div><div><br /> </div><div>"It is considered by many conspiracy theorist that the Freemasons have a belief system that is vastly different than mainstream religions. It is also believed that they have a hidden agenda to abolish governments and religions. Are you with me so far?" All nodded in assent.</div><div></div><br /><div>"OK, let's look at the other seal...It's generally believed that it represents an unfinished pyramid, and placed above it is the all seeing eye of God, also known as a symbol for the Egyptian sun god Amu-Ra. The script at the bottom'Novus Ordo Seclorum' translates to new order of the ages."</div><div></div><br /><div>"What you need to know is that while close...it's not correct. The pyramid isn't unfinished. There is no peak missing. It's an amalgamation of an Egyptian tomb and a Mayan temple. The all seeing eye is a ship in the sky watching."</div><div></div><br /><div>Oracle stood up and walked over to Animal's table and lifted his mug. He held it up to his nose, sniffed the contents and asked, "What the hell did they put in your drink? "</div><br /><div>Animal replied, " You think I'm drunk now...wait until you hear all of the story."</div><br /><div>Looking Animal over closely Oracle could see he was serious. He placed Animal's drink back in front of him and with a wave of his hand said, "Continue."</div><div></div><br /><div>"Alright, beginning on a completely different note: You have all been to Sedona and felt the so called 'energy' of the place, correct?"</div><br /><div>Nodding in agreement all the brothers waited for Animal to continue.</div><br /><div>"The vortexes people speak of are comprised of Diamagnetic energy. With extreme amplification of this current you can defy gravity. But the aging process accelerates while you're in the anti-gravity field."</div><br /><div>"In fact astronauts coming back from zero gravity environments show signs of rapid aging, and until now no one really knew why. Gravity helps to regulate time in anything biological, but it's a small effect. The real cause is that while never realizing it, those astronauts have been passing through a dimensional rift. Just enough passes through to affect them."</div><br /><div>"But the side effect is like a stone thrown in a pond; the ripples fan out and dissipate, unless the ripples reach the vortexes in Sedona and other so-called energy spots around the world. The ripples tear the diamgnectic force fields between their dimension and ours."</div><br /><div>"This happened over 10,000 years ago when those in the other dimension accidentaly broke through. They were known as a race by the name Amu-Ra. They weren't aliens they were time travelers from their dimension; a parallel. They had been conducting time travel experiments and had already 'watched' the birth of man."</div><br /><div>"They left behind the story of man's origins placed at various points all over the globe, so no one tribe could claim all the knowledge. When the energy fields lined up correctly, they went back through the rift into their parallel."</div><br /><div>"The next time the energies align is December 24, 2011. They said they will return to see how man has progressed. Everything the scribes left behind has been corrupted over the last 10 centuries; altered and rewritten to fit whatever agenda the local people had in mind to gain power."</div><div></div><br /><div>"Except two. One buried in a Mayan temple and the copy that secret societies have passed through the years from the Celts to the Templar Knights onto the Priory of Sion and finally to the Freemasons. All these groups have worn the title 'Keepers of the Secret'."</div><br /><div>"Now back to Franklin D Roosevelt. He put in motion various programs to prepare the world for the return of the Amu-Ra. All these years later in subtle and not so subtle ways, they have been raising the conciousness of the world."</div><br /><div>"Lately for example, TV shows about aliens and other possible life in the universe, the decline in Christianity and other religions around the world, the increase of non-religous scientific thinking. Books in the mainstream like the Da Vinci code and movies like National Treasure; all of these are clues to slowly prepare mankind for the return."</div><br /><div>"Now, all of this was pure conjecture with only the one known copy. The discovery by the scientist matched the Freemason's scribe word for word. They are coming back and the world isn't ready yet. If this gets out before they arrive and the world's population hasn't been acclimated, anarchy will reign."</div><br /><div>"We need to stop Tank before he sets the world ablaze."</div>Big Daddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036433920905565032noreply@blogger.com9