What You Find In The Desert

Got a phone call about 5:00 Friday, it was Boston. Said she was broke-down, Caveman went to find a master-link.

Me: ‘OK, shit happens. Where are you?’
Boston: ‘In the middle of f’ing nowhere!’
Me: ‘How far is that from the intersection of 60 and 72?’
Boston: ‘I have no f’ing idea’.
Me: OK, see you when you get here’.
Boston: ‘I’ll keep you posted’.

We looked at the map and ‘the middle of f’ing nowhere’ looked to be 30-40 miles from where we were. Whatever it was, about 20 minutes later Dave and I were pulling up to the scene of the crime.


I checked my odometer, looked at Boston and said: ‘I just rode 651 miles to find your ass broke-down in the middle of the desert?' Then laughed my ass off!

It was the perfect start to a MC camp-out.

“Secret Mission”

In a few hours, we’ll be headed for Arizonia on official business. Because of security concerns, the ‘people’ we’re going to see have asked to remain anonymous. I hope we can all respect their privacy. Thank you.

There’s a big pile of dirt separating point-A, which is where we’re at now, and point-B, which is where we’re planning on getting to. We’ve had a storm passing through here for the last two days. It looks like we’ll be keeping each other company until we reach the other side of that dirt pile. The bike’s finally going to get that wash-job.

Soon, very soon, the inmates will be running the asylum. Hell hath’ no furry like Brothers on a mission!!! The Dr. is out, and the Road Grits Café is closed.

The sign on the door now reads: “Gone Riding”.

Got a new rubber!

Opps! What I meant to say was: "Got a new rubber!"

Guess I Better Fix It

Maybe I’ve been riding too much. I need to work on the dumb thing. Typical of a wrench, my shit is falling apart while I work on other folk’s stuff. That’s the way it’s always been and will be. Just the way of the world.

VD was lying on my garage floor the other day modeling a pair if socks, (kinky), when he looks under my bike and pronounces that the rear brakes are shot. Not what I wanted to hear but I looked. He was right. Another 4-5 hard stops and the rotor would buy the farm. Further inspection revealed pretty much no wear indicators on the rear tire, they were worn off. I thought I had just put a tire on. I guess they just don’t last like they use to.

Normally I wouldn’t care, just go till it breaks. But since we’re taking off next week for AZ to visit with fellow bloggers, it’s time for a trip to the local independent parts house. Pads and tire will be in tomorrow. Now if I can find someone to work on my bike for me…

While we’re on the subject of tires… Feb. 20th I got a quote for my daughter’s car. Yesterday I went back to seal the deal. In that short span of about two months nothing changed on the price of the tires except the taxes. $13.05 in new or increased taxes in 51 days. That crap is creeping up on us fast.

He Said What?

So I guess you don’t need one damn living brain cell to be a Georgia Congressman. When I heard about this, I just had to find it on You Tube. I’ll give a lot of credit to the Admiral for not laughing in this morons face. I would have been rolling around on the floor dying from laughter. I sure hope no one I know in Georgia voted for this idiot. Stay away from the edge if you visit Guam.