Road Art

Ya just never know what you’ll see at a Army surplus store. Went out to J&S Surplus in Moss Landing today. Just to look around, they’ve got some neat stuff. Plus a pretty good Biker Leather store.

This sculpture is a new addition. I suspect the artist is somewhere in the Santa Cruz mountains tending his ‘weed’ patch with a big ole’ shit-eating grin on his face.

Tramp Lives

Yes folks, the Road Whore’s got a ride again. My advice? ‘Hide your livestock!’.

Had a great time helping a Brother save a butt-load of gas money. Plus, not many folks will let you do surgery on a ’08. They still take it to the dealer, and I still can’t figure out why. The above inner primary bearing is a example of why I will never take a bike to a dealer.

VD’s doing a movie so I’m not going to step on his dick. But this bearing pissed me off. Dealer installed around 10,000 miles ago. There were several things wrong with the installation of it, but this one just stood out like a erection at a nun convention. Most school-trained tech’s would pull the ring and press the bearing out. Bad move schoolboy. Us backyard boys inspect as we tear down. Look at every detail. Don’t clean or disassemble components until you get good look at stuff.

Right were that zip tie is sitting, is a oil-hole drilled through the snap-ring grove. The ears on that ring need to be on either side of the hole. The dumbass that installed it cut the life giving fluid to a drip. The poor bearing was starved to death. Bearing killer!!!

A Chapter In Life

We loaded up my little girls’ car and my truck Saturday, made the three-hour drive and got her moved into her college dorm. Three hours isn’t that far, but for a dad it seems like the other side of the world. She’s happy so I’m happy. I’m proud of her accomplishments. But I’m also saddened and depressed by the empty bedroom. I know it’s just another chapter in life, but it kind of sucks.

No stories. Just some pictures from the last trip to AZ.

The Plan

There’s more to a bikini Birthday bash than the party, there’s the trip there. So here’s the plan: I’d like to get out of here around 3-4 on Friday afternoon. That should put us somewhere on the Tehachapi Pass around 0:Dark 30. Find a place for the fartsack and some deep thoughts. Then, and only then, ride into the Desert at sunrise. It’s one of the best head-shrink sessions that money can’t buy.

Caveman Broke My Bike!

Well sort of. It’s been leaning over to far on the stand for some time. Figured something was worn and it could wait. Friday night it leaned wayyy over. Something’s not right. Now, possession being 9/10th of the law and since Caveman was riding it… Just kidding. Looked at it the next day, crap! The kickstand mount ripped out of the frame. After Ann and Big D. left Sunday, I pulled the engine and welded the sucker. Good as new.









When desert dwellers come out here what do they want to see? Ain’t you got no water in Arizona? That visit was way to short. I’m not buying that excuse about going to work. Wanting to get your kid off for the first day of school? OK, that I buy.


BTW – Tramp & Patience did get hitched. It’s their story, so you’ll have to wait for the ‘official’ version.

Countdown

In less than 24 hours this will all change. B.B. won’t be sitting by the ocean waiting for her ship to come in, and Dave won’t be laying on train tracks waiting for…I’m not really sure why he’s on the tracks. It looks like a bad idea.




These two kids will be hitched forever. I’ve never met two people that just seemed so right for each other. Except for me and mine, (I had to say that or it’s the couch for me). I wish you two all the happiness in the world and many, many years of riding into the sunset together. Congratulations!

Look at who just showed up at my house! It's Ann & Big D. While they may be here to witness the ceremony, I have it on good authority that they’re really here to guard the exits so nobody can try an escape.