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!
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Just Bend Over And Take It......
Now the purpose of this post was to see if I was first off able to even make one, then to see if I could add a photo to it and sure as shit, I can. Well then again, I've yet to try and post it, so I guess you and I will find out at the very same time. So I have enough space left in my mysterious Picassa account to post a pic in a blog post but not enough to change a photo on SAID BLOG! I'm as confused as a baby in a rubber nipple factory!
The photo at the top of this post was one of the mysterious pics from that damn storage account and it was taken by the one and only Uli at the Broken Spoke last year at the Rally in Sturgis. It was shot without my knowledge from a pretty good distance as I rolled up in front of the bar to talk with GTP. It is one of my favorite shots that I've seen of myself. The moment that I see the photo, it takes me instantly back to the very moment that it was shot. This is the morning after my infamous dirt track racing with the fine folks from the Wall of Death. Here is some advice from your old pal Jack Shit; Never get on your bike after slamming a few Jager Bombs and go flat track racing on a track that has chest high grass and has not been groomed in a year, add that it was 4am and most importantly, NEVER, EVER, do it with a bunch of guys who have DEATH in their damn names! It is an honest to God miracle that I did not break my neck or my nuts and believe me, I came close to breaking all three! I awoke bruised, dirty, swollen, sore and with clumps of dry grass from my bike frame to the back of my jeans! The bike would barely run as I rode up to the front of the bar where George the Painter was standing and he just looked at me, laughed and shook his head! I'll never forget that night, those guys or my first Sturgis Rally hosting the World Famous Broken Spoke Saloon, County Line! I figured what the hell, this is the perfect photo to try and post with the Rally now less than 3 weeks out!
I've decided that although the FXR performed flawlessly on the ride there and back and just like an old CR 250 on the track, it is time for the Knuckle to return to Sturgis, so tomorrow, amongst all of the other things I have to do to get my ass in gear and ready for the 72nd annual Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, I will begin the process of getting the Knuck up and running and ready for the road! Wish me luck. For those of you who have never seen my pride and joy, the second love of my life, here is a pic of the ol' girl. Keep an eye out for it when you come to the Spoke and know this; if you see that ol' red 47' Knuck, I won't be far from her!
Until we see each other on the road again,
Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ASS!