I found myself laying on the grass at a gas station in Palm Springs and hiding under a palm tree to get out of the sun while trying to get the massive knot between my shoulder blades to go down a bit. I called the little woman and let her know that I was alive and sucked back a RockStar and burned a quick four of five smokes! Within 20 minutes of pulling out of that gas station I had to slow the bike down to no more than 70 mph as the winds were hitting 50+ mph gusts and I was getting blown from lane to lane. There were a few times that I truly thought I would get sucked under a tractor trailer! By the time I was getting away from the miles of giant windmills, some clouds got in front of the sun and I began to get a chill. It could only last for a few minutes right? Wrong! By the time I hit the 60 I had to pull over and put on a leather. Fucking California. Not 30 minutes earlier I was hiding from the sun and sweating like OJ in a court room and now I had to put layers on so not to freeze my balls off! What a state! I rolled on in to Long Beach and Big Ben's joint around 8pm. I called about 20 miles out to let him know that I was alive and to find out if he needed me to bring anything and to find out if he had eaten yet. "No we have not" was his response. "We are making you dinner right now"! First class people does not come close to describing Ben and Andrea! The steak was one of the best that I have had in years! The entire meal, everything they served tasted as if it were the best I have ever had! I sure was hungry too but I'm telling you, this shit was like eating a unicorn, magical!
Ben called his job and told them that under no circumstances were they to call him that night! That sounds cool right? You have no idea how cool it was and I will explain why. Big Ben works 7 days a week and does on average 15 hours per day. He has not taken a day off since the first of January and he called in and told them that he would not be in on Saturday either! How incredible is that? My buddy who never takes a day off, just took off for one and a half. He was going to show me around and come to THY WILL BE DONE with me. I could not believe it. I was just going to crash on his floor for one night and then get out of his hair and now we were hanging out! I could not have asked for more. At around 10:30 Friday night he asked "so you ready to go for a ride"? Hell yeah! I had just ridden 400 miles but I was ready to go again! We went outside and rolled the bagger and his 55 pan out of the garage. Now this 55 is a virtual exact original bike, it's not running straight pipes or anything crazy and the bagger is not either. This guy never gets to ride much less even start the bike. We fire them up for maybe a minute or so and out of my right mirror I see this woman running towards us waiving and screaming for him! I thought she owed him money or vice versa. At best I thought it was a friend who because of his hours never gets to see him. I WAS WRONG ON ALL ACCOUNTS! This woman needed to get laid desperately! She was screaming like a maniac that she was not going to put up with this fucking bullshit any longer! She was calling the police and going to the landlord to have him thrown out! It's 11 o'clock at night and you sons o bitches are out here with these god damned motorcycles! I thought to myself, "how loud could the bikes be if while they are running we can hear her perfectly"? She was a maniac! Someone needed to get down and lick that love box something fierce, she was in desperate need of a good orgasm! We were dumbfounded as we rode away and at each traffic light stopped and laughed about what a maniac she was! We suggested that the next time Bean're comes to town that he stay with her instead of Ben and Andrea and take one for the team! We will have to see about that.
Saturday came and I thought I was going to have to get up way early to ride to Seal Beach for Affliction's Thy Will Be Done, Art, Car and Bike show. As it turns out, it was like 5 miles away! This trip was going far better than I had expected. I had spoken to Chopper Doll about meeting up and her shortening the necklace that she made for me. As it turns out, she lived only 5 minutes further than the show. This shit could not get any better. So that is where we went, off to Ms. Daisy's place. When we arrived we saw this tweaker sitting on the ground in front of her house painting her house number and a chopper on her curb. We dismounted the bikes and as any normal person would, Ben walked over to take a look at the "art". Daisy came out to greet us and I gave her my necklace and lit a smoke. When you are done, c'mon in she said. Big Ben picked up her little dog Lola and sat down on a bench. I was still standing next to the bike about 15 feet from Tweaky Pete the painter when he turned around and started giving me shit! Really? If you are going to stand there I will just stop painting and leave. I can not be creative while you are standing over my shoulder and looking down at me. Really? I went from Happy Jack to Angry Jack like the flip of a switch and I mother fucked him up and down. I am 15 feet away from you, I am not anywhere near you nor have I even been anywhere near you. If I do start walking near you, you better jump your ass up and run because I am going to kick you in your tweaker teeth! "Oh man, don't trip", was his answer to me. Don't trip, "fuck you" I told him! I was pretty pissed off as I walked towards the house until I saw this.
We had survived all the lane splitting through town and over bridges and all was good, for a minute! As we were going to a joint down by the water called Walkers for Qian to "go fishing", we came upon a hard, uphill right hand banked turn with a traffic light at the top. We slowed down and as the light changed, we all hit the throttle and that is when the shit hit the fan. It seems that the brandy new rebuild on that gorgeous 55 had some troubles. It was leaking oil a bit when we left but now was leaking like a mother fucker. The back wheel was soaked with oil and when Big Ben let out the clutch, the throttle hung up a bit and at about 20 mph, the bike just went buck wild like a Brahma bull! He held on while the bike did 360's on it's side and much like bull riding he nearly made the full 8 seconds. Also much like bull riding, he only made it 7.8 seconds so the ride didn't count. I have seen lots of people wipe out on bikes but never before seen a good friend do it right in front of me and it was horrible to watch! That bike spun around faster and faster until it finally just flung him off, yet he never let go of the bars. When both the bike and Ben came to a stop, he jumped up, picked up the bike and we rolled it out of the way of traffic. We were afraid that some of those people who we passed splitting lanes would now get pay back and ride right over his ass! He took only a few minutes to re compose himself, kicked the bike to life and said, "let's get the fuck out of here before the cops get here"! That is just what we did. Only one problem, we still had to get over that very same hill and through that same traffic light. WE MADE IT! We rolled up to Walker's and I got off the bike and just gave him a great big hug, asked about injuries and then took a good look at the bike.