Jack's back bitches! You can now stop the hate mail, the death threats and the go fuck yourself messages! I won't abandon you again! As you can see by the above photo, I've been a busy guy lately. I just noticed that the very last post I made here was on April 8th and the posts prior to that were quite simply put, "dog shit!" I didn't want the blog to just die and I was crazy busy with work and taking care of my girl so I just put up some pics, vids and random bullshit. Those of you who have followed my writings and my life know pretty well that my angel of a wife suffers from Multiple Sclerosis and those of you who didn't know, now do. Back in March while hosting Daytona Bike week at the Broken Spoke, Diane fell pretty ill. Upon my return home, we immediately went to the neurologist to find out what the hell happened and he had no answers. He gave us a list of specialists that SHE HAD TO SEE as soon as possible. This should not be so difficult to achieve right? WRONG! We now pay $661 per month for insurance for Diane only and since March, the insurance company has yet to approve her visits to these doctors and it is an absolute disgrace! I'm happy to report that her symptoms have lessened but many still lurk around these days, so we have just learned to expect the worst and pray for the best. I'll keep you posted if and when these sick fucks allow her to actually see the doctors or allow her to have the tests that she desperately needs. As much as all this sucked the life out of me and threw a wet towel on the week, Daytona was a huge success for both myself and the Broken Spoke. The numbers were through the roof and I was blessed to have so many people that I love come down and support me there. I always say that the best part of what I do is getting to finally meet all of you amazing people from around the world who show up at The Spoke, a great many of you wearing your I know Jack Shit shirts. I can't begin to describe the joy this brings me.
The one and only, Mr. Ricky Lewis of Rick's Cycle Parts spent a few evenings at The Spoke with me.
I've been away from this for so long now that the entire format on blogger has changed and I had to figure out how to even work this damn thing again. Immediately after Daytona, I returned home to AZ and hosted Arizona Bike Week at the one and only Dirty Dogg Saloon in Scottsdale. I also had the great pleasure of hosting the kick off party for AZ Bike Week at the all new HD of Scottsdale with a free concert from Brett Michaels. I've got to admit that it didn't suck at all and in fact, although I had great plans to dislike the man, I found it impossible as he turned out to be one hell of a nice guy. If I've told you about this already, I'm sorry but I can't remember the last thing I wrote about.
The weeks seem to fly by and I really have no idea where the time goes. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, I was off on a plane for my first ever trip to Laconia and the 89th anniversary of the rally there! When I arrived, I learned to my horror that each and everything that I do to entertain rally goers was 100% illegal in New Hampshire. For the record, that whole "Live Free Or Die" bullshit they are so proud to proclaim has got to be the biggest crock of shit that I've ever seen or heard in my 43 years! I have never seen a more screwed up place, with more screwed up laws, EVER and that is a big statement! I also made the huge mistake prior to Laconia of listening to the folks at my dentists office. They assured me that having major oral surgery on the Monday before the rally would in no way affect me by the following Friday when I arrived in New Hampshire. Along with the Live Free or Die bullshit, this was the second biggest lie I've heard in some time. I was told that by Friday, I would never even know that I had any work done. Well it is a month later now and it still hurts. The real bonus came when a huge piece of broken, jagged tooth that they somehow forgot to remove from under my gum line pushed up and through and sliced in to my tongue each and every time I spoke, drank, ate or took a deep breath. Since I was on antibiotics, I could not drink to help ease this massive pain. After a few days, I could not take it any longer. I drank a shot of Jager, waited 15 minutes, drank another, waited 15 minutes and then went in and got the tooth out. It felt like I had been electrocuted as it was ripped out of my mouth! Here, check this fucking thing out. I had to save it so that I could show the dentist and fight the temptation to kneel on his skull and drag it down his tongue just so he knew what it felt like.
Laconia was so massive for us at The Spoke that on two separate occasions we sold Budweiser out of Bud Light! At the end of the rally, the final count of empty liquor bottles was just shy of 1900. Those are liquor bottles, not beer bottles! An amazing feet of drinking in a place that makes it quite difficult to drink!
To make a long few months a bit shorter on you fine folks, I'll tell you briefly what came next. I flew home to Az. to be home with Diane for her shot night. It was a blessing that I was there because for the first time in a long time, she had a horrible one! The next day was hellish as well and then by the following day I was on a plane for Pittsburgh and then in a rental car off to Johnstown, Pa.. Although the rally there was a great success for us at The Spoke and I believe for the promoters, I have to admit it was really very strange. I had the pleasure of meeting some amazing people but sadly I met some REAL MOTHERFUCKERS as well. I will never understand why people have to be so angry and so friggin rude to others. I hope that it was just because we were strangers in town and next year they know in advance that we are not there to screw up their party but only give it a good ol' kick in the ass! On one very special note, I did get to host my first ever Rat's Hole Custom Bike Show and that was a huge highlight for me.
While I was hanging out waiting to interview Dee Snider I also had the pleasure of meeting this dude named Star. We were all just sitting around and bullshitting when we were introduced. He told me that he has a shop out in California. I laughed and told him that I had been there quite a few times in the last year but that Diane was pissed at me for it. He asked why, so I told him the reason. Diane loves the show Sons of Anarchy and each time I leave to go to California, she tells me "don't come home if you don't get on that show!" We just laugh and I ride away. So as I'm telling him this story, he laughs and says "hell man, you want to be on the show, you are on it" and walks away. I'm thinking yeah okay man...... sure thing, I'll pack up for my trip out there when I get home! My buddy Ron says, do you know who you were just talking to? I said yeah, I was talking to Star. Then he asked, "you know he is the casting director on Sons of Anarchy right?" Uhm, NO, I DIDN'T! So you have got to be wondering what happened right? Did I get my chance to be on the show? Yes I did, as a matter of fact I got two chances to be on SOA. The first chance that I got I was off in Laconia, the second chance that I got I was off in Johnstown, Pa., so I never got to be on the show, oh well, there is always next season!
I just now returned from Orange County, California and Born Free 4 and it was nothing short of spectacular! These guys are on to something amazing. Once again I did the ride out before 5 am while the sun was down with a few additions to the normal crew! As always, FXR's were a plenty. There was only one notable difference that was unlike any of these trips before and that was that this time, Diane was with me! We had one hell of a good weekend, saw so many people that I only get to rarely see and watched a well put together event etch its way in to the ranks of the greatest bike shows ever! Have you ever seen a water cooled Knucklehead engine? Have you ever seen one in a bike? Have you ever seen two in the same place? No? Well I did and I was damn near speechless!
So there you have it, I'm sure that I have left out a ton of stuff over these last few months but I tried to play catch up as fast as possible. Again I'm sorry that I dropped off the face of the earth for a bit there but hey, REAL LIFE HAPPENS every now and again and you have to go out and live it.
Next stop, THE STURGIS MOTORCYCLE RALLY and once again I'll be hosting the event at the World Famous Broken Spoke Saloon, come on up and party with me! I can guarantee you that this is going to be one hell of a year! Keep an eye out for a very special offer coming your way from The Spoke for those of you who have not yet booked!
Until we see each other again,
Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ASS!