Grab that shit and hold on tight!

About 10 years ago now, we lost 13 people in 11 months.  With the first loss, it was mind blowing, then came the second and the fear of "bad things come in threes" set in.  Then the third came.  With the horror of coping with the mourning and sadness of 3 deaths, there was this tiny little bit of relief thinking, well, thank God that's over!  Then came more and more, it was a year that I will never forget as long as I live.  We lost parents and  grandparents, friends lost babies and  children, we lost  friends and brothers, there was no age or type of person spared that year.  I wish that none of you, my friends ever have to experience any thing like this in your life.  It was the saddest, blackest year of my life!  I never knew such pain.  At the end, it just became "normal" to hear of another loss.  I nearly came to expect it.

I believe it was the year Diane was diagnosed as well.  We felt as if we must have done something horribly wrong in a past life and then were set up high just to be knocked down to pay for those past mis deeds.  Of course this was not the case, but it surely felt that way. 

I have never served in the military but I understand brotherhood.  I could never imagine how guys could be shot down next to you and you carry on, how do you push forward rather than kneeling at the side of your dead friend?  That year I learned how.  Not only did I learn that lesson, but I learned what was the most important lesson of my life. 

THERE MAY NEVER BE A TOMORROW....  cherish each and every day.  Don't put off till tomorrow what may bring you joy today.  Cherish your friends, your family and love them with all you can!  At many times, life makes absolutely no sense at all.  The bad things that happen, happen when we least expect it and seemingly when we are least prepared to cope with them, yet they happen none the less and prepared or not, we must deal with them!  There is no rhyme or reason as to why it happens or who it happens to.  It always seems that the greatest of people suffer the most and the scum of the earth seem to coast on through leaving nothing but damage in  their wake and remain unscathed! 

Make the best of every situation, take nothing for granted, love openly, love deeply and make sure you love wisely because death isn't the only horrid pain that you can suffer.  There are times when a broken heart can feel as bad or worse. 

My point in all of this is simple, when you have good around you, grab that shit and hold on tight.  Live each and every day as if it may be your last.  Let the people you love around you know that they are loved and appreciated and respected because God forbid something bad does happen, you will forever regret not saying it more often or ever at all!  To me, there is no worse feeling than the "if only" feeling.  If only I had done this or if only I had said that....  it's tough to swallow and even harder to live with!  So make the best of it all.... NO REGRETS!

GRAB THAT SHIT AND HOLD ON TIGHT!

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

IT'S JUST SO HARD TO BELIEVE

I FIND IT SO HARD TO BELIEVE THAT TOMORROW WILL BE TWO YEARS SINCE OUR FAMILY, OUR FRIENDS AND OUR ENTIRE COMMUNITY LOST THE QUEEN OF THE STAMPEDE!

I have made so many new friends over these last two years that a great many of you may not know who Lorri Barisic was.  There are very few regrets in my life that I look back on and say if only things had been different.  One of those regrets was that I did not have more time in my life to get to know this Angel better.  On the flip side of that coin, I think about how lucky I was to have gotten to know her at all!  Lorri was Brother F Bomb's girl of many years.  The relationship they shared was very much like the one I share with Diane.  They spent each and every possible moment together that they could.  Not because they had to, but because they loved to.    When we lost Lorri, the outpouring of love was like nothing that I had ever seen or experienced in my life.  The number of people whose lives she touched was completely mind blowing.  I don't know the number of people who attended her memorial but the phrase "standing room only" really does not even come close to describing the attendance.

In the great many funerals or memorials that I have performed, I had never been touched like I had this day!  People came from every walk of life.  Lorri was the one that everyone in need came to and walked away no longer in need.  When I closed the funeral service I asked all in attendance, before you make a decision, before you make a judgement or before you condemn someone, ask yourself this, W.W.L.D.?  WHAT WOULD LORRI DO?  I think if we took a moment and touched upon some of the "pure" that encompassed her soul, we would each be better people. 

In the photo above was one of Lorri's bikes.  We lost Lorri while she was doing what she loved most.  Lorri was known as the Queen of the Stampede.  You guys know what the Stampede is right?  If not, I'll explain.  The Stampede is a motorcycle race that goes from sea to shining sea more or less.  Coast to coast, California to Rockingham, North Carolina and culminating in a celebration at the Smoke Out East.  Coast to coast, big deal right?  Hell, we can all do that!  Well hang on there for a moment and then factor this in, no windshields or fairings, no suspension in any way shape or form, rigid only, no hard saddlebags, tool boxes only, no rubber mounted engines, sounds a bit harder now don't it?  Well Lorri ran that race and was one of only a few that have ever even tried.  Not only did she run the race but she helped with the organization of it, keeping everyone updated on changes and such and more or less, keeping the whole damn thing together and that is why she was known as THE QUEEN OF THE STAMPEDE!  Sadly, while doing what she loved most, running the Stampede two years ago tomorrow with the love of her life F Bomb, she was run down from behind by several speeding tractor trailers in the middle of the night, in the middle of Oklahoma!  To add insult to horrible injury, this mother fucker that hit her, lied about everything and pretty much just drove away after.  I have never been so blown away by the actions of a police dept. in my life.  I say this to the Oklahoma State Police, FUCK YOU YOU INCOMPETENT FOOLS!  Did you go to the school of investigation online?  I don't want to bring up any thing more in the way anger but wish to remember our friend Lorri as she was, full of love, life and joy!

Since Lorri's passing, brother F Bomb has continued to honor her like nothing I have ever seen in my life.  People speak of a love that never dies, but I get to witness it each time I see brother Bomb!  This guy should have his photo in the dictionary next to the word commitment and while we are at it, put his photo next to the word Heart as well. 

I can't begin to imagine what he has gone through from the moment of the accident right up until today and I hope and pray that I never have to.  I have witnessed grace under pressure like I have never seen in my life while watching this man, my friend grieve and keep the loving memory of the love of his life in our hearts and minds!  God bless you Brother Bomb, you sir are truly class!  I have never in my life witnessed such strength and fortitude! 

Sister Lorri, you will forever be in my heart and on my mind!  Just remember folks, stop and think, W.W.L.D.?  WHAT WOULD LORRI DO?

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

What the hell did I ever do to deserve this?

I love this photo!  This was taken quite a few years ago now but still makes me smile when I see it.  It's weird to be known as the weenie King and Queen....  It takes some time to get use to people pointing to your wife and saying "hey, that's the Weenie Queen"!  Even though we have not competed in any bike rodeo events in a long time now, SHE WILL FOREVER BE, My Weenie Queen!  Only one time ever, 4weeks  after I had major reconstructive surgery on my left wrist, the wrist that now 11 years later I still wear a wrist brace on daily, did we not WIN FIRST PLACE in the Weenie Bite!  Because of my injury and the fact that I was in a hard cast, sadly, we came in SECOND PLACE!  It was mortifying and I apologized to Diane profusely for letting her down.  She laughed at me and called me a retart.  She said with one arm, we came in second", I said "no, with one arm we came in first loser"!  I gave her my word and said we will never lose again, and we never did!  These days, there are few things that I look back on in that decade of RUNNIN AND GUNNIN that brings me much in the way of warm memories or joy but photos like these, when they pop up certainly do!

We would attend events and they would begin the bike rodeo games and the group holding the event would ask us to hang back a bit till people lined up for the games.  Really?  Why?  Because as soon as you guys pull up, half the people pull away.  So we would wait before going to get our bike, then we would ride up late, just as they had asked and you know what?  They still pulled away anyway!  I think what I love most about this and so many of the photos that we have like this and believe me we have them, hell, we have them poster size, are the looks on the faces of the people in the crowd when Diane would "BITE THAT WEENIE".  I would tell you the secret of how to win this event, but even though we are currently "in retirement", she still says maybe one day, we will return and does not want to give away our secrets!  I always said I'd be no good without her on the back and she always says that I keep stopped in one place under that weenie without putting my feet down that she could put a napkin around her neck, put condiments on it and toast the bun before she ever had to bite it!  I've got a great girl!  Wait, scratch that, I have the greatest girl!

It seems that no matter what I find myself involved in, no matter what trouble I get myself in to or no matter what stupid shit I pull, she is without a second thought right by my side.  Like here for example.  We were in Puerto Penasco, or Rocky Point, Mexico for the Rocky Point Rally.  Let me begin by saying two things, first and foremost, they make REALLY BIG AND REALLY INEXPENSIVE Margaritas there and second, it had gotten a bit chilly down by the water.  The wind was blowing hard that day and I found myself having a really cold left side of my cheek and because she was standing next to me, the opposite side of her cheek had gotten pretty cold too.  "Wait, I have an idea I said to get our faces warmed up", a look of shock came across her face because not only did she know that I had just spent 13 bucks on those drinks, those 6 drinks but she knew damn well how my brain works!  She could see me waving her over and signaling to bring the camera.  I had negotiated ear and face warmers with another person in the bar.  Needless to say, her face got warm and red, but she didn't let me down.  She got right in the pic, fully knowing that a great photo is a great photo and you never know when you will capture another!  So after a big long sip through the straw of her 2.5 gallon tequila fish bowl of a drink she joined on in.  I can tell you this, from this moment on, neither her ear or cheek, nor mine were ever cold again on this trip.  Well, in case this ever happens to you, allow me to show you the fail safe way to get yourself warm.  I hope it works as well for you as it did for us.

The only trouble that she did have was a crick in her neck from when that 11 pound boob fell to hard against her neck and shoulder!  Like I said, I pull her in to a great deal of shit that most others would just tell me to stop it, or drop dead or I'M LEAVING YOU, but not my girl, not my partner in crime!  My Weenie Queen is the Shit.... well, the Mrs. Shit actually!

Once while we were still pretty young, we were down in Daytona for Bike Week and a buddy had blown his tranny.  When I got that call, I immediately thought of his bike, but now that I know the guy better, I should have really asked, What kind of Tranny did you blow?  But since we are friends till the end, we rolled that bike down in to the underground garage and strapped the bike head on to concrete pillar and proceeded to rip the bike apart.  Instead of bailing on him and saying good luck, we all just hung out while three guys put this piece of shit back together.  After an hour or two, I felt terrible for my girl and I said let's go.  We can't leave them she said from her huge heart.  Leave them, we ain't going nowhere, get on the bike, you want to learn to ride?  REALLY?  HOW?  So I put her on the front of my bike and we rode around the underground parking garage.  We rode through parked cars and trailers (it was a bike event so of course it was filled with trailers) and each time it got to hard, too scary or too stupid, she would lean down on the tank and I would grab the bars.  She worked the back brake and shifted and when we got straightened out, she re took the controls.  Till this day, Diane is the only one I have ever heard of learning to ride, two up, on a bike that she could not touch the ground on, in an underground parking garage!  It wasn't long after that, I didn't get to ride on the back any longer and ladies, those of you who ride, you know what was coming next, yes you got it;

So this was her second bike in this pic.  It seems that living an unconventional life comes with a cost.  In our case I had gotten in a really bad crane accident and money was really tight!  So for the second time I sold her bike to help pay the bills.  Was she sad?  She sure was, but just said, "one day, I'll get another".  That was it.  That day is very close now and I will begin to write that story soon but for now, you will just have to wait. 

Like I said, there is usually not a thing that I will ask her to do that even though she may be disgusted by it, or think it to be really stupid, she puts a smile on and does it.  For example, I wanted her to send out notes back home to some friends we had lost touch with and I just wanted it to say, THINKING OF YOU or WE MISS THE SHIT OUT OF YOU and include this photo!

She put up about a ten second argument and then just hopped on the bowl.  She would not however take her pants down for the shot.  I said what's the big deal babe, you have a great body.  She said that is not the problem.  Well what is?  Did you see those scumbag workers who used this before they took it out of the house, well my ass ain't touching this thing!  Who was I to argue with that?  I had seen the workers and I didn't want to stand next to it and pee for fear of catching some God awful 3rd world disease!

I truly don't know what I did to ever deserve this angel being in my life, more of a question is I don't know what I ever did to keep her in my life but she is still by my side and she loves the hell out of me.  What got me writing this blog tonight was thinking of how bad she has it at times.  No matter what ever happens, she always says that if the day comes, we will always have our memories and we have made many!  Last night, as is every Monday night is "shot night".  Those of you who don't know, Diane has suffered from Multiple Sclerosis for just about 11 years now, give or take and no matter what or how she is feeling, she is always the one trying to keep my spirits up.  Can you imagine that, she tries to keep my spirits up?  What a saint.  She puts nearly everyone before herself and she is amazing.  For the last 5 weeks, she has had no bad reaction to her shot.  The medicine is so horrible that is causes a combination of the worst hangover you have ever had and at the very same time, the worst flu you have ever had and her legs feel like they are being burned and crushed at the same time.  Her body temps goes up around 103 or higher, it is just a terrible thing to go through and even harder to see some one you love go through it and all you can do is wrap your arms around her and hold on!  After 2+ years of this happening every Monday night, the reactions went away.  After the third week I was amazed, after 4 shocked and after 5 I thought they were gone forever!  Well last night I was proven way fucking wrong!  The reaction hit hard again and it was heart wrenching.  If I had one wish, I would wish that I could take the reaction away and suffer it myself but we all know that can't happen!  I got to thinking about what an inspiration she is to so many and how through my writing and sharing her experiences with the world, she has touched so many more that she has never even met. 

Every Tuesday, my mailbox, FB wall and email is full of people asking about how she is doing.  I get messages telling me how she has inspired them to look at the good in the world instead of the bad.  How she has inspired them while suffering with their own diseases to keep up the good fight no matter how hard.  She is truly the most amazing woman that I have ever met in my life and I thank God each day that I have her in my life.  I am still waiting though, after 25 years for her to say, baby, it's three way night, but hey, I can't have it all right?  Well just like she never gives up hope, neither will I!  What sucks is that she is so damn good looking that all the girls always hit on her and it just makes it torturous for me!  So I say this to you, if something hits your life like a ton of bricks, don't panic, stay strong and fight the good fight and use Diane as your inspiration, because I use her as mine!

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

They say that love stinks

They say that love stinks but I'm not really sure. Once you find it it is hard to make it go away!!! Well unless of course;

I GOT BLOWN IN LAUGHLIN ! ! !

It's been nearly a week since Laughlin ended and typically I would have already written about it by now.  I have been so jammed up busy that this is the very first chance I have.  Normally I keep notes or make audio clips of things I don't want to forget, but in this case, the things I am going to write about are not easily forgotten.  Some of the things I am going to tell you about, I honestly had to stop and think hard about writing because once you put something out in to the world, there is no taking it back.  Once you have pissed someone off, the opposite can only be pissing someone on, or better yet, pissing on someone and I have made the decision that it must be done!  As you guys no, I try to never hold back unless it is hurtful, I try not to ever hurt any one's feelings unless they deserve it and even then I think twice about it.  You also know that I am brutally honest, so my not telling you how I feel would in a sense be lying to you and I swore I would never do that.  Before we get in to the ugly of the event, first allow me to share the good.

A few months ago, my new friend, Lucky Laurie had sent me a message about using some of her space in Laughlin to stock and sell some Jack Shit shirts.  My first thought was, oh hell yeah, but then reality hit me.  Those booths at huge rallies cost a lot of money!  If I am going to take up space at one of those booths with my product, it would only be fair that I kick in for the cost, right?  Well that is just something that I could not afford to do.  I sent her a note back and graciously declined.  I told her that there is only so much money to be made on t-shirts and with the cost of me getting there and kicking her back some cash from the shirts and finding a place to stay, it would at best be a break even proposition for me.  It wasn't but a few days when I received another message from Ms. Laurie.  Either she had read my blog post about where the money from the shirts go, or someone told her that the money goes to taking care of Diane's medicine and shit and that is pretty much what the note said, she knows where the money goes and she doesn't want any of it, to get my ass to Laughlin and don't worry about a thing!  HOLY SHIT REALLY?  Wow, what a classy move!  Each time that I begin to lose faith in humanity, someone like Laurie steps up and does something wonderful and gives me hope again!  I was going to pack up the shirts in to a big ass army bag, strap it to the sissy bar on the knuck and make a mad dash for Nevada, or so I thought!  The noise coming from the bottom end of the knuck motor was horrible and the fxrs was not up and running.  I managed to get the fxrs up and running but the idea of a 600 mile shakedown run across the 100 degree desert did not sound like the smartest move on my part.  Finally, two nights before, I said FUCK IT!  I really did, I said it out loud, FUCK IT, I'm doing it anyway!  That is when we realized that the bike I had purchased months before was unregistered and now the TITLE WAS GONE!  No where to be found, it had grown legs and like Elvis, it had left the building!  For the first time in my life, I would be attending a major motorcycle event without a bike and it hurt.  It hurt my heart, my ego and my pride!  I would be attending the Laughlin River Run, in a Ford truck!  I have never in my life cancelled a date, an event or a show and I was not about to break this commitment now!

My biggest fear was where the hell was I going to park a truck?  The stars had lined up and as I pulled in to the Pioneer Hotel's vending area, I was able to park 2 spots away from the vending tent!  This could only work out better if I had a place to stay.  I went up with absolutely no place to stay in a town of thousands of hotel rooms and they were all sold out!

As it turns out, the Pioneer had not put much effort in to "their event area" this year.  At night because of the bull riding and the mud wrestling they drew a decent crowd, but, during the day, while all the other vendor areas were packed, the Pioneer was like a ghost town!  People still stopped in to say hello and since the folks that I was working with had such honest and fair prices, they were still able to do some business, thank God!  Laurie and her man were smart and rather than go away and leave their daughter at home, they did the right thing and brought that lil angel with them.  I never once heard this kid complain, about anything!  On the rare occasion that they had to leave the tent, I stuck around to make sure nothing happened to her and I have to tell you, unlike most miserable asshole kids these days, she was the total opposite.  She said hello to each and every single person who walked by!  At one point, another vendor came over and was trying to hammer her for a discount and when she asked how much of a discount he wanted, he said 100%, I want it for free.  Well, that was it, this girl didn't budge on her price and in the end, she closed the sale and didn't take one red cent off the price, this girl has a future in sales, she was a beast of a negotiator!

They had spent all day Wednesday and part of Thursday setting up the booth and it looked great.  Well laid out, good design and they even had the forethought of bringing these kick ass chairs for exhausted husbands to sit in while their ol ladies shopped.... smooth move!  By the time Friday came, business began to pick up and so did the wind.  By Friday night, we were experiencing gust of 60 mph.  At 1am on Saturday morning, we had to break down the entire booth for fear that we would come back in the morning and everything would be gone.  Metal racks were attached to the main poles of the tent and they were just snapping loose!  I boxed up all the Shit shirts and put them in the back of the truck because I just could not afford to have them blown all over Nevada by morning!  That night Griz and company offered a spot to sleep atop a mountain in a pop up camper, sounds like a great idea right?  A good night's sleep in the fresh air, how perfect.  Virtually no noise and total privacy, what could possibly be better?  Well allow me to make a fucking list!  First and foremost, did you know that the wind on top of a mountain blows much harder than the wind on the bottom of the mountain?  No?  Yeah, neither did I!  I swear to God, at one point around 4 am I said to Griz, "dude, WE ARE UP ON ONE WHEEL"!  I swear I thought the top of the entire pop up was going to rip clean off.  Second, and my friends forgot to mention this in their invitation to me to come and stay with them and imagine hearing this moments before you try to drift off to sleep.  Oh yeah Jack, on the way in, we were given this paper, on the paper it said, "WE HAVE YET TO CAPTURE THE MOUNTAIN LION AS OF YET", "PLEASE USE CAUTION WHEN OUT DOORS"!  When outdoors?  We are camping, IT'S ALL FUCKING OUTDOORS!!!  "Be careful if you have to go out to piss man, watch your ass"!  These are last words I never want to hear again! 

On Saturday morning, I returned to the Pioneer parking lot fully expecting to see the tent closed down and packed up and my friends having given up.  I did not find that.  They got up early and did the very best that they could do to "re-open" what they had worked so hard on setting up and they did a pretty damn good job.  By Saturday morning, the wind had died down to gusts of only 40 mph so most of the tent had to remain buttoned up and people were walking in I think just to see what was hidden in that "secret tent".  I ended up moving a bunch of shirts and since the weather report had said it was going to be "beautiful", I was able to move quite a few Hoodies on Friday and Saturday night as most didn't even bring jackets.  So I guess, thank you Mother Nature!

I thought I would throw in a few pics of friends old and new grabbing up some of the I KNOW JACK SHIT WEAR, obviously, these fine folks have amazing fashion sense.  So by now you are probably thinking, this don't sound so terrible, the opening of this post seemed pretty harsh, are you this angry about a little bit of wind Jack?  NO I AM NOT! 

On Thursday night, I went up and met some friends at the Loser's lounge up the strip.  Diane was having all kinds of computer trouble so I spent most of that time out in the Keno room trying to walk her through fixing it.  My battery was about to die so I began my mile trek back down the road to the hotel so I could at least plug the phone in if she needed me.  If you haven't been to Laughlin in a while or never, they local police dept. is not real big so they bring in the Las Vegas metro police.  It is like a small military unit coming in to town and they act exactly like one.  I guess one could argue that since the shoot out at Harahs casino that they have to be there like that but as I understand it, it was like that long before any thing bad ever happened.  Also, the more cops you have, the more tickets you can write and the more arrests you can make and the more money rolls in to the town!  BONUS I GUESS!  Before I go any further, understand this, I am not a cop hater!  Nearly every male in my family was either a cop or a fireman so I know cops and how they think and are supposed to act.  While walking down the strip, I saw cop after cop after cop screaming down the road with lights and sirens on!  They would go sliding in to the driveway of the Aquarius Casino.  You would have thought some major battle was under way.  I was walking and on the phone with Diane and told her what was up, she said, "stay away from it", but I could not!  I had to see what horrible tragedy would require 20 police man to go blazing through town, through lights and around traffic like that, I just had to!  Well I got down to the entrance of the casino where I saw one, yes ONE, Hispanic man in handcuffs against a car.  About 30 feet away were a few Mongols with a few prospects and hang arounds.  To the best of my knowledge, they were not involved in this, but I don't know.  None of the police were speaking to any of them?  I was so damn thirsty from my walk and so bummed out that I had gone this far and nothing was going on, I went in to the casino and got a drink.  There was nothing going on in there either, so I took my drink out the front door of the hotel.  Now this is where the story goes straight to hell!  As I walked out, I see this pretty attractive, fit, girl and her boyfriend or husband in the driveway.  There are cameras everywhere, after all, it is a casino!  As I walk out the door, she punches him right in the face and his hat goes to the ground.  He bends over and picks it up.  I guess upon seeing that he didn't react, she hit him again and again, over and over with a closed fist in the face and head!  Now there has to be 35 cops 50 feet away and they are so concerned about the one person that these heroes arrested that they pay no attention to the poor guy getting his ass beat.  The guy stands with his arms locked down at his sides and only moves to pick up his hat each time she knocks it off!  Shot after shot in the face and he does nothing.  He can see all of the police a short distance away and must figure that any moment, they will come over and stop her, he does nothing to defend himself!  This had to go on for 5 or 7 minutes, it's hard to tell.  I just walked away shaking my head.  Well the harder she beat him, finally drew a reaction from the crowd and with each punch in the face, a roar came and another punch in the face and another roar.  It must have been 5 or 6 real loud roars from the crowd, finally one of the now massive group of cops noticed.  After a few more roars, they began running towards the couple.  The guy still standing with his arms locked at his sides.  A pack of cops ran towards him and I thought, Jesus Christ, finally this guy will stop getting pummeled!  Boy was I wrong!  The amazing heroes of the Las Vegas Metro Police put this guy to the ground so hard that when he hit the ground it sounded like a cinder block being dropped off of a house!  WAIT A MINUTE HERE, THIS GUYS IS GETTING HIS ASS BEAT and now he is getting it from the cops?  They handled him like he was a piece of shit.  The girl, treated much differently of course.  So both are handcuffed and her drunk ass is gingerly taken towards the now huge pack of police cars and of course, THE MONSTER is walked over being man handled real rough.  Usually it takes some time for bruises to form, a mouse to form under an eye or an eye to close from being hit, but as this guy walked to the cop cars, you could see how badly he had been beaten!  If nothing else, man oh man could that chick throw a punch!  I could not believe what I had just witnessed!  This victim of repeated assault was just assaulted again by the police.    It was not like they were called to a domestic disturbance and had no idea what they were getting in to.  While on their 50 - 75 foot run towards the couple, they could see that the guy was in know way even attempting to defend himself yet they put him to the ground like an animal! 

I began to walk towards the cops to ask them what the hell was wrong with them and a woman security guard from the casino lot grabbed me and said, "don't do it honey", "they will arrest you as fast as they just did him", "Metro has ruined this event"!  I stopped and said that it was okay, I was not drunk or anything and she shook her head and said "sweetie, it won't matter to them"!  IT WON'T MATTER TO THEM?  What kind of shit is that?  I took her advice and stood there dumbfounded!  I could not believe what I just witnessed.  I in-fact just witnessed two separate assaults and it was disgraceful!  At one point on Thursday night at the Pioneer Hotel parking lot, there were actually more cops on the property than there were people!  I understand the need for security but what I don't understand is the need for intimidation and I guess I never will!  They were so amped up and ready to go that I feared that I would be taken down for jay walking!  So when I say there was good and bad about this trip, now you know what I mean.  I have never seen the run so dead.  The people were all in town, but Casino Drive, which you would liken to Main Street in Daytona where people run hot rods and bikes up and down, it's a real see and be seen type of atmosphere, was absolutely empty.  The entire fun of the event is sitting alongside the road and people watching and on this weekend, there was none to be had!  I GUESS NO BODY WANTED TO GO TO JAIL FOR ROLLING THROUGH A CROSSWALK! 

In the end, I got to see friends that I hadn't seen in a while, I got to meet people that I have only known on line and I made new friends that I didn't even know yet and that part was great.

That's my 20 year old nephew who built this shovel as his first bike and rode all the way to Laughlin on it and picked up all the pieces that fell off along the way, way to go Jay Bird!

So next time you are at bike event and you see a booth called WHAT'S BETWEEN YOUR LEGS, make sure you stop in and say hello, they are fantastic people, just don't try and negotiate with their daughter she is tough as nails and tell them your friend Jack Shit sent ya! 

Will I be at Laughlin River Run next year?  Probably?  I'll just try to be extra careful not get beat up by a girl, I understand there are harsh penalties for that!

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