Since we are having a themed night here at Jack Shit's World and that theme being raffles and giveaways, I thought you fine folks might want to know what it feels like to win a 1946 Harley Davidson Knucklehead! I captured this at Born Free 3 last weekend! The truly crazy part is that I had not purchased a ticket yet as the drum roll was being played, my insides curled up and began grumbling! I could feel the anticipation growing and I was crazy nervous! Again, I had no tickets! I can only imagine the feeling of those who did! The tickets were 25 bucks a piece and the winner............ ah hell, you can see it all here! Congrats to both the winner of the Knuck and the fine people who put on Born Free 3 because it was truly a stellar event! Next year, if the event continues, it should grow to a multi day event, it was far too incredible to take it all in over a period of only a few hours!
Until we see each other again,
Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!
Your friend,
Jack Shit
I have had so many of you fine folks tell me how much you guys enjoy the wild, strange & sometimes manic life I lead and love hearing the stories about it and the people I share it with. Here's where I plan to spill it! Know this, YOU WILL GET NOTHING BUT BRUTAL HONESTY FROM ME, so expect nothing less!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
The Shit you've been dying to see!
So here you go folks, this is the moment so many of you have been waiting to see and the answer you have been waiting to hear! I want to thank the one and only Chopper Doll for being such a generous soul and having such a huge heart. None of this would have been possible without her and we will never forget the kindness that she has shown us! Visit www.lolasboutique2u.com and check out the amazing bracelets she creates! Thank you all for being part of this..... are you the winner? Someone is! Watch the video and find out, you just may be the new owner of some gorgeous bracelets!
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
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
Born Free 3 final words!
After an incident free ride out to California with good friends to share some more miles with even more friends all good things must come to an end. There is a fantastic story to be told here and unfortunately you are going to have to wait a little bit longer for that one! That story you will be able to find either on the Cycle Source Magazine Blog or in an upcoming feature for the magazine itself, that has yet to be determined! But what I can share with you guys, my loyal readers, new followers of Jack Shit's World who have just stumbled by accident in to my world and for those I ride and share my life with is this culmination and these final words!
We broke down camp, racked and stacked our murder sickles and tried to suck down the last of the Jack Daniels that we could manage to choke down before breakfast and were about to make a run for the border! Okay, not really the border but sort of! We decided that there was no way on earth that any of us would survive the 118 to 125 degree day time temps of the desert on the ride home, so we would pack up, run the PCH (Pacific Coast Hwy) and then head on down to Chicago Will's joint for the "official" after party and bbq! We would split out around 6 or 7 and make the mad dash at the 400 mile trip back home! Before we left Irvine Lake Campground, I had to capture a bit of video and share my final thoughts on Born Free 3. I have to thank our dear friend, Mr. Keith Cole, the King of the FXR for all the work he did to get us the only two campsites left for miles and miles around and they could not have been any better! Mr. Cole, you are nothing but class sir and we are all lucky to have you around!
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
We broke down camp, racked and stacked our murder sickles and tried to suck down the last of the Jack Daniels that we could manage to choke down before breakfast and were about to make a run for the border! Okay, not really the border but sort of! We decided that there was no way on earth that any of us would survive the 118 to 125 degree day time temps of the desert on the ride home, so we would pack up, run the PCH (Pacific Coast Hwy) and then head on down to Chicago Will's joint for the "official" after party and bbq! We would split out around 6 or 7 and make the mad dash at the 400 mile trip back home! Before we left Irvine Lake Campground, I had to capture a bit of video and share my final thoughts on Born Free 3. I have to thank our dear friend, Mr. Keith Cole, the King of the FXR for all the work he did to get us the only two campsites left for miles and miles around and they could not have been any better! Mr. Cole, you are nothing but class sir and we are all lucky to have you around!
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
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Today I lost a friend and our community lost a LEGEND!
Miles, the nickname he was given by none other than Willie G himself, lived the life that many of us could only dream of, he rode his motorcycle and that is all he did! I may not be correct on this but as I understand it, it is my belief that Miles had the most documented miles ever ridden on a Harley Davidson and I believe it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 2 million! Can you imagine that? 2 million documented miles. Imagine how many were undocumented? Now he will ride on throughout eternity with smooth roads, clear skies and along side all of our brothers and sisters who we have lost before! LONG MAY YOU RUN BROTHER SQUIRE!
As of right now, no further details are available to share. I would like to ask you guys, my friends, if you have a photo of you and Squire, please forward it to me. As I learn more, I will share it with you all.
In the meantime, please live each day to the very best that it can be lived, love the ones that love you back even harder, cherish the good you have and try to forgive those that have wronged you in the past if you can, life is far too short not to enjoy ever moment that you can and there is far too much weight on your shoulders to carry around a grudge, eventually, it WILL break your back. LIVE LIKE THERE MAY BE NO TOMORROW because one day, there won't be!
With regard to my life, we all must live with the decisions that we make. A few weeks ago, as you all know, I went out to California to attend the Affliction art show and go to Rip's BAD ride, the reason I was going was because Squire called me and asked me to come. I wanted so desperately to sit down with him and ask him all of those questions that no one ever asked him because I knew that he was sick and that cancer was a monster. At the location where Rip's was held, there is absolutely no phone signal and unknown to me, Squire was in the hospital again and was calling and calling and calling me! I had no choice but to return home and it wasn't until I was in Palm Springs on the ride home that I heard all of the messages that he left for me. I knew that soon he would be back in AZ. and I would sit down with him there and I made the decision to continue on home. I will have to live with that decision forever now and as I sit here, I deeply regret it! Sometimes, there is no tomorrow!
Million Miles Squire, you were the only one of your kind and the void that you leave will be impossible to fill! As you cross through the pearly gates, know that you were loved and respected and that is all any of us could ever ask for! Ride On Man
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
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
You can't ride those bikes!
I'm so fucking sick and tired of hearing people use these very words, "well it looks nice but you can't ride those god damned bikes anywhere"! You can't ride a rigid anywhere, that is why they call them "bar hoppers". I call bullshit! I have a rigid Knucklehead and I ride it anywhere I can. It's a damn near bone stock bike with a few exceptions! Back in the day there were no bikes with "suspension" and people got on them and rode them from sea to shining sea in search of the American Dream or living the American Dream of freedom. There are a great many who jumped on the rigid chop "wave" and many of them don't ride those bikes all that far. They show up at bike nights or the local bar with a bit of an attitude and mock the guy on the street glide for not being as hard core as they are. Then you have guys like you see at the beginning of this video who ride these bad ass "long bikes" everywhere. I witnessed Robert "Pinner" Hernandez ride this bike like he had been riding it for 30 years! Splitting lanes at 40 mph and tearing ass through southern California like he owned it! Big deal right? Who in southern Cali. doesn't have a rigid? The thing is, he rode this bike from Phoenix, Arizona to get to southern Cali. to do it! The bike itself is a work of art! This spectacular Panhead is rocking a 37" over Spartan Frameworks Girder that is truly a work of art! Although this video is short because the 405 could possibly be the worst road I have ever ridden a bike on, check out what it is you see here. Our little group of hooligans are tearing ass on a knucklehead, panhead, shovelhead, evo and twin cam. All we were missing was a flat head! Take a quick look at the blue fxr that comes rolling up behind the two long bikes, it is the only bike like it on earth. Both of these bikes will be featured in up coming issues of Cycle Source Magazine and they both deserve all of the accolades they receive. Even though these two bikes are truly worlds apart in their styling, they are not in their construction or the genius behind either build. I have so much to share with you fine folks, my friends in the upcoming days, regarding this trip that I need to take a bit of time to figure out how to share it all and where and when to publish it! Until I can figure it all out, I hope you enjoy this quick video of spectacular bikes being ridden by the greatest brothers any one could ever ask to share a lane with, or in this case, TO SPLIT A LANE WITH! For the record, this video was not shot from the drivers seat of a car, but rather the saddle of a scoot! Because it was the worst road I have ever ridden and thought I was going to die, the video is so short!
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
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
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