It's been a good ride so far!

Since I was just a kid all I have ever wanted to do was to make people laugh or just smile. As a child, an educator sent a note home to my parents. It read; If your son thinks he is going to get through life making people laugh he is in for a RUDE AWAKENING! He is not living up to his potential. WELL, I'M STILL NOT! But at this site you will at least see me try. From the heart, thank you for even being interested, it means the world to me. I always say, I have not a single fan but many a friend!

Thursday, May 26, 2011

I have to blame it on the Moonshine!

I believe that during this 52 second interview, I said "fuck" like 27 times. It is not my fault though, I was fed moonshine non stop for 4 days leading up to this! It is a combination of truth serum and Viagra all in one. Since I had no way to enjoy the benefit of the "Viagra" effect, I had to roll with the "truth serum" aspect of it! What can I say, I'm from back east and we curse and since I was back east, what better way to pay homage than to speak in my native tongue!

If you have not met Matt or his pops Dale from Wheels Through Time Museum in Maggie Valley, North Carolina, you have no idea what you are missing out on! Not only do they host the finest collection of motorcycles on earth in this reporters humble opinion, but they are some of the finest, most humble and hard working people that I have had the pleasure to come to know in my travels. They define "class" and "hospitality"!

We were just hanging out at BMR 3 last weekend and I decided to do an impromptu interview for posterity. I should have taken the time to edit the videos together of the pan he rode along with this, but I was far too lazy. The bike was sick. If you ever get anywhere near Maggie Valley, you must get to the museum before it is too late and you miss your chance to witness an amazing sight.

Just to give you an example of how cool this dude is, check this out. Last year, I was running the Long Road and one of the end of the day stops was Wheels. They allowed us to camp right on their front lawn along the babbling brook. If that was not cool enough, they opened the doors to us and told us to make ourselves at home. As the evening progressed a massive storm blew through. We were all more or less soaked to the bone and as we huddled around the fire to try and dry up and get warm, Matt leaned in and said to me "hey man, it's too shitty out, if you want, that's my house right there, just knock on the door and come sleep in there". An offer to a total stranger, from a total stranger out of the goodness of his heart! We had only met two hours earlier when I insulted him! Now he is offering me a place to sleep in his home. Truly amazing. One day, I'll share the story of how I insulted him and although I never meant to do it, I still did it pretty well!

Until we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!

Your friend,
Jack Shit

1 comment:

  1. True story! They have a great operation there, and are great humble hosts. I took the OL back through there, after Rockingham, and they were just as gracious, as when we were there on the ride. Not only do they have bikes of all sorts, they have a lot of the riding gear, and articles on some of the great racers from the past. I would definitely recommend everyone to see this at least once.
    If you are an electrician like me, check out the electrical system, it is a thing of beauty too.