Arizona has so much to offer when it boils down to have reasons for toys. We had the only legal four person wave runner ever made. We would load the truck up with friends and family, fill up the front trunk with coolers, grab the big tube and hit the lakes. Summer on the lakes in Arizona is always amazing.
I said never again would I allow myself to get in to debt like that. Never again would I have so much SHIT to tie me down. Never again would I need the big house on the mountain or vacation properties in Mexico. None of that shit really mattered in the end when you can have the ultimate 3 way any time you like. I mean how awesome is it that my wife and my mistress get along so very well now?
Now we paid our dues like so many other families have in this horrible economy and we came out the other side of it a bit more trim. We had less pulling us down and less to have to worry about "where we getting the money to pay for this shit" and it was feeling pretty good. Never again will I carry the debt that I had in the past. The only problem was that although I could get together with the lil woman and the mistress any time I want, it just didn't last as long as it use to. It's hard enough to knock out a 400 + mile ride on a rigid knuck but damn near impossible with your girl on the back sitting on a small piece of foam. In the business that I am in and with the life that I lead, bikes are everything to us! I needed to have a bike that I could load up with enough shit to take me on the road and be comfortable for my girl to ride distance on and not be crippled from the MS when we stopped. Just like that, our good Karma finally paid off and out of nowhere I got a call about an available bike. You guys know about the Pickle Sickle and the story behind it but for those of you who may not, allow me to show you my pickle both as I got it and as it sits today.
Well like the title of this post reads, Never again, say NEVER AGAIN! Everyone that I spoke to who owned or has ever ridden a Road Glide has told me that they are the ultimate Harley. Fixed fairing like the FXR T & P cop models. They cut the wind like nothing else and handled like a dream and most importantly, they were comfortable as hell to ride. Only one problem, every time that I looked on Ebay or Craigslist, they were so damn expensive that I knew it would be 10 years before I could afford to buy one at a reasonable price. Not to mention, I'll never ever again own a Harley Bagger.
That is until you find one at a really unbelievable price, with low miles, close to where you live! Oh shit, how was I ever going to live this down? It was hard enough when I had to explain to Koko my Knucklehead that I had been out fucking around with the Pickle Sickle, now I was going to have to explain that she now had to share the garage with a FUCKING BAGGER! For the first week that I owned it, I let it sit on the driveway. I wouldn't even roll it in to the garage. Then one day I opened up the garage door and parked it in the opening and let it sit there for the better part of the day so that they could get acclimated to each other. Eventually, I rolled it in and parked it. As of yet, there has been no problems between them but I can't say what the talk about when I'm not in the garage!
So for a guy who preached to the world, NEVER AGAIN, I must eat my words. I now own a Harley Bagger again. I plan to put insane miles on her and hope a great many of them have my ol' lady on the back with me, riding in comfort and style! Today I rode her out and did a couple quick checks on her, I'm giving her a transfusion tomorrow of fresh Spectro fluids and on Friday morning, while it is in the low to mid 20's, I'm going to ride her to California. If you read my Cycle Source Magazine piece entitled "May the Fours be with you" about four guys, on four fxr's, leaving at four am and riding four hundred miles this is damn near the identical trip with the identical guys only I have abandoned them and will be travelling on the bagger! This bitch ain't even earned a nickname yet. I'm leaning towards the Purple Nurple or the titty twister. You know, that rosy color a nipple gets after you give it a good bite or twist? But as you know, anyone who knows anything about this life that we live, nick names ARE EARNED, NEVER JUST GIVEN! So let's see what happens. I just hope her name don't turn out to be REGRET!
Here she is in all her glory, ready to take her first road trip to California. Two things could make this trip better. First off, I wish Diane was able to go and secondly, I wish it wasn't going to be so fucking cold! We are heading to the International Motorcycle Show, A Biltwell party on the Beach in Malibu and the David Mann Chopperfest! Should make for a much needed "motorcycle" infusion in to my system. Believe me, I desperately need something motorcycle related happening in my life. Money is tight again for a bit and I can't get that Chopper project off the ground. I got totally fucked on the custom frame that was being made for me, but that is another story and one day, I just may write it. If you guys will be in southern California this weekend and at any of these events, please come up and say hello, I love that shit. I don't want to hear like I do so often afterwards that you saw me there and didn't want to bother me! It's never a bother to meet great people!
Until we see each other on the road;
Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and the Man off your ass!