I'm planning to be seein' you there.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines....
Save the Date
Sunday, November 27, 2011
David Mann Chopper Fest.....
I'm planning to be seein' you there.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines....
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Maybe I'm just getting old...
and sentimental, but I love this. It's like Crosby Stills and Nash meet Pink Floyd.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary.......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...
Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................
Stolen from the "Shiny Side Blog"
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...
Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................
Stolen from the "Shiny Side Blog"
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
I really like this bike..........
Stolen from Eat The Rich
I love the way he mounted the seat shock absorber.
I love the way he mounted the seat shock absorber.
Monday, August 1, 2011
A meeting of Bastards in the middle of nowhere...
Planned on meeting up with Jeff (Bastard Jockeyshift) at Gary Bang Harley in Atascadero. When he was nearly a half hour later than the planned meet, I started trying to call him. On about the 10th call, I finally got him. He was broken down just south of King City. That's about 50 miles north of where I was. I scoot on up to meet him and find him on the San Lucas offramp.
He walks up to me and says, "You gotta go back to Gary Bang and pick up a trigger rotor." I hop back on the trusty steed and head south. Just as I get to Tempelton, I run out of gas. I switch to reserve and head for the nearest exit. Thankfully, there is a gas station just on the other side of the freeway, as my reserve is only good for about a quarter of a mile. I had to push the bike the last 3 or 400 yards.
While he is putting on his new trigger rotor, I notice I've lost my nuts (the ones that secure my sissy bar to the rear fender). The bolts couldn't fall out because they were stopped by the tire, but I couldn't ride very far like that.
San Lucas, for those of you who haven't been there doesn't qualify to have it's own off ramp because there is NOTHING there. We found two elder gents sitting in their garage telling lies. They looked pretty surprised when a couple of dirty bikers pull into their driveway, but they were kind enough to scrounge around and find a couple of 5/16 nuts for us and loaned us a wrench to put them on. They also graciously posed for a picture.
Jeff shot me while we were heading to Paso Robles to find some lunch. My expression belies the fact that my poor old butt was really aching by now.
The place we ended up eating was entirely my fault. Jeff asked me what kind of food I liked, I said Mexican. I, like Jeff, prefer black beans....they didn't have any. I asked for HOT sauce, they brought coolaid.
The beer was pretty good.
When we were ready to leave on our separate paths, Jeff went to the side of the road and came back with three bricks. The perfect tripod for a parting shot. Jeff rebuffed the offer of a nice gentleman who offered to take the pic for us...he probably would have put our faces in the middle of the picture, cutting out the bikes and unfortunate choice of restaurants.
He walks up to me and says, "You gotta go back to Gary Bang and pick up a trigger rotor." I hop back on the trusty steed and head south. Just as I get to Tempelton, I run out of gas. I switch to reserve and head for the nearest exit. Thankfully, there is a gas station just on the other side of the freeway, as my reserve is only good for about a quarter of a mile. I had to push the bike the last 3 or 400 yards.
While he is putting on his new trigger rotor, I notice I've lost my nuts (the ones that secure my sissy bar to the rear fender). The bolts couldn't fall out because they were stopped by the tire, but I couldn't ride very far like that.
San Lucas, for those of you who haven't been there doesn't qualify to have it's own off ramp because there is NOTHING there. We found two elder gents sitting in their garage telling lies. They looked pretty surprised when a couple of dirty bikers pull into their driveway, but they were kind enough to scrounge around and find a couple of 5/16 nuts for us and loaned us a wrench to put them on. They also graciously posed for a picture.
Jeff shot me while we were heading to Paso Robles to find some lunch. My expression belies the fact that my poor old butt was really aching by now.
The place we ended up eating was entirely my fault. Jeff asked me what kind of food I liked, I said Mexican. I, like Jeff, prefer black beans....they didn't have any. I asked for HOT sauce, they brought coolaid.
The beer was pretty good.
When we were ready to leave on our separate paths, Jeff went to the side of the road and came back with three bricks. The perfect tripod for a parting shot. Jeff rebuffed the offer of a nice gentleman who offered to take the pic for us...he probably would have put our faces in the middle of the picture, cutting out the bikes and unfortunate choice of restaurants.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
September 30, 1955.........
Cal Poly University student Donald Turnupseed was heading west on California State route 466 (now 46) in his 1950 Ford Tudor sedan. When he made a left turn toward Cal State Route 41, he failed to notice the Porsche Spyder heading east. The Porsche, driven by James Dean hit him nearly head on. Within 10 minutes, James Dean was dead of a broken neck and other major injuries. Turnupseed and Dean's passenger, Rolf Wütherich survived the crash.
Today, about a mile from the crash site, in the small unincorporated village of Cholame (about 25 miles east of Paso Robles) is a memorial to the events on that infamous day. Right next to the memorial is a restaurant, which in its self is a living memorial to James Dean. It's called the Jack Ranch Cafe. The reviews I have read pretty much agree that the food is good, but not spectacular, with one exception. Apparently Jack Ranch has some of the best pies in the state...
They also serve beer! With this in mind, and because I will be unable to attend the Bastard Bash II in Bend Oregon, I would like to propose the Jack Ranch Bastard James Dean Memorial Pie Run to be held on the 56th anniversary of his untimely passing. I plan to be there about 11:00 am on September 30, 2011, soon after which, I will indulge in a very large piece of berry pie ala mode. Hope to see you there.
Today, about a mile from the crash site, in the small unincorporated village of Cholame (about 25 miles east of Paso Robles) is a memorial to the events on that infamous day. Right next to the memorial is a restaurant, which in its self is a living memorial to James Dean. It's called the Jack Ranch Cafe. The reviews I have read pretty much agree that the food is good, but not spectacular, with one exception. Apparently Jack Ranch has some of the best pies in the state...
They also serve beer! With this in mind, and because I will be unable to attend the Bastard Bash II in Bend Oregon, I would like to propose the Jack Ranch Bastard James Dean Memorial Pie Run to be held on the 56th anniversary of his untimely passing. I plan to be there about 11:00 am on September 30, 2011, soon after which, I will indulge in a very large piece of berry pie ala mode. Hope to see you there.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
There's talk about.....
West Coast Bastard Bash II in Bend, Oregon.
Whaddaya think about that....Huh?
Jeff, Pablo, DJ, take it from here.
Friday, May 13, 2011
It's not much, but it is a change...........
I hate not knowing how fast I'm going when there's a cop behind me.....
...so I genned up a primary mount for my speedo.
...so I genned up a primary mount for my speedo.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The Greasebag for you New England folks
GO to it if you're in the area. More info here http://www.greasebag.com its put on by our buddy Grail from http://www.knucklebusterinc.com If you're lucky enough to go, you get the added bonus of starting the jamboree at a DicE party, if you don't know what DicE mag is then get a clue here http://www.dicemagazine.com/magazine.shtml and here http://www.dicemagazine.com/magazine.shtml
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Spent the week in Tombstone Arizona....
Got a little taste of the old west...
What good is a little taste of the old west without "HOOKERS"?
This place is Bagger City. I heard the roar of Harley engines all hours of the day and night, but never saw anything but baggers. I did see one Sportster, but it had bags too.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
In memory of Kahlua...
Janice's dog Kahlua finally gave up her battle with old age. Janice scattered her ashes in the surf at Pismo Beach. Oh how Kahlua loved the beach!! Rest in peace Lua, we all miss you!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Heard this on the radio this morning.......
I haven't heard this tune in about 30 years, but recognized it instantly. I think this is the first time I have ever heard it on the radio.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Robin Trower!!!!
Old guy still has it!! Saw him live at the Majestic Ventura Theater a few years ago. Awesome show!!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
I been slackin...........
To make up for it, how about some old Stones??? Huh??
I just love Ry Cooder's guitar on this tune!!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Holidays in Arizona
I definitely want to hit this road in the spring time when the weather is a little more bike friendly!!
It snowed just a little. It's not too bad as long as you can still see the houses across the street.
My dogs loved playing in the snow. Here is Seamus thanking me for taking them there.
My stepdaughter, Janice and her boyfriend Justin juat moved into a house in Prescott Valley. Natti and I dropped in for a few days just in time for a blizzard. Luckily the roads were clear enough (barely) to get out so Natti could go back to work on New Years day (sometimes it kinda sucks like that when you work in the hospital).
It snowed just a little. It's not too bad as long as you can still see the houses across the street.
My dogs loved playing in the snow. Here is Seamus thanking me for taking them there.
My stepdaughter, Janice and her boyfriend Justin juat moved into a house in Prescott Valley. Natti and I dropped in for a few days just in time for a blizzard. Luckily the roads were clear enough (barely) to get out so Natti could go back to work on New Years day (sometimes it kinda sucks like that when you work in the hospital).
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