The Only Hippies I Ever Liked!

So right from the very beginning, I gave you my word that I would always be totally straight with you and never lie. For better or worse, I would give you brutal honesty. So here is a bit of honesty. Since I have somehow over the last few years found myself with a small bit of notoriety, both people and companies think they can offer me free shit, or products to test out and market those products to my friends and dare I say it, "fan base". The same as the silly videos that I post on you tube and this very blog itself, I've had offers to monetize it. In other words, they want to run ads on the side of my page hoping that you guys will click on it and buy there shit. Because it is on my page, it would seem as if I endorse it. I won't have that!

My Momma always said, "if you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all". That is the philosophy that I've stayed true to when it comes to these situations. I'm often blessed with companies offering me their products to try out. If I find that they do what they say and live up to their hype, I'll take the time to share it with you folks. If I find out that they are crap, I say nothing rather then hurt the company or tell you fine folks, my friends, some line of bullshit! Sometimes I just find things on my own while out and about this great land of ours and have such a great experience with it, that I feel the need to share it with you all!

If you guys were following face book at all today, then you know how I made the post about taking Diane out to dinner tonight. Because of the fact that it had not only a wild name but the fact that it was a burger joint seemed to have smashed the living shit of some of your funny bones! As much as I made light of it all, like I was the worst husband or least romantic guy on earth, this truly is a place that I really wanted to take Diane for some time and tonight was the night. So we loaded up the ol' Ford Flex in the freezing 54 degree AZ temps and we headed for Phoenix, 44th St and Thomas Road to be exact. The place we were going to was called Two Hippies Gnarly Burger Joint. I had only been there once right around Christmas time to drop off some I Know Jack Shit hoodies and I fell in love with the joint. I have wanted to go back so many times but just could not find the time to go. Well I decided in the middle of the night, that today would be the day! I told Diane and she looked at me like I was nuts. Then after a few moments of staring, I reminded her of my talking about the place around the holidays and she remembered and she was in!

When we got there we were welcomed and treated like family. I mean how the hell can you beat that? We were given a tour of the place and I was blown away. I thought that it was just a tiny lil joint but that it wasn't. The food was incredible and the atmosphere ruled. You could look at the walls for hours with all the cool shit that they have hung up there. So I pulled out my Go Pro and shot some video so that you guys could actually see the place for yourself. This was hands down, the very best burger that I have had in a tremendously long time! Diane, who is allergic to beef went with a Portobello Mushroom Sandwich that she said was the best she has EVER had. The kicker to the whole thing was that the prices were so damn fair. So I want you to do this for me if you will. Go and check these folks out. Stop in the Joint and tell them your friend Jack Shit sent you. I promise you that you will not regret this choice! Two Hippies Gnarly Burger Joint, it's a no brainer! Get your ass over there and change your life! Thank you to the owner Sherl for treating us so nice and making us feel like family!



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!

Your friend,
Jack Shit

My Devil Years

Although there were a great many events and rides that I got to go on this past year that were in fact amazing, the flip side of that coin is there were quite a few that I had big plans to attend that I was not able to make it. Two examples of this were the now infamous Slab City Riot that got an epic screwing from THE MAN and the grand opening of the Perri Ink Cartel. The latter of those two, the folks from Cycle Source made the trip out and hosted the bike show. If you would like to see more coverage of the event, hit up some you tube and just search Rally TV or Perri Ink Cartel and I'm sure the vids will come up. I was truly bummed about missing those two. It is one thing to find out about an event after the fact and say "oh shit man, that sounds amazing, sorry I missed it", but it is another to have planned on going for weeks and then not make it. Some of you may remember, Slab City was the event that Charlie the Nomad and his ol' lady Jill crashed out at and they are both still healing to this day from that wreck.

A friend of mine sent me this video a few days ago in my inbox in face book of all places. If you guys know anything about me, you know that my face book inbox is like my personal albatros! I nearly missed this link but I'm so glad that I didn't. Perri Ink Cartel put this video out, it's called My Devil Years and everyone who needs to be mentioned here are in the credits. I think this is truly well done and a pleasure to view, with the exception of course that the damn thing was filmed in, on, to, from and at what in the end became Slab City this year! Just when it was out of my mind, nearly forgotten and didn't hurt as bad to think about, this video pops up and pours salt in that old wound! Mad props for this video, I loved it. If there is one video that I have seen that puts our "riding life" and "style" in to prospective, this short film captures it. I recognized quite a few faces in this and oddly enough, I recognized even more of the bikes then I did the people! Just goes to show where my priorities are.

So take a few minutes, enjoy this film and by all means, check out Perri Ink Cartel out in L.A. when you are in town!



Until we see each other on the road again, or in a few weeks down in Daytona,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your Ass!

Your friend,
Jack Shit

Thought I'd shit myself!

I know that it's been a while since I posted up anything on the blog, but I've been experiencing a complete and total lack of anything good lately. I have a memory like an elephant when it doesn't matter and a memory like a crackhead when it does. I have come to the conclusion that I experience these lows and desperate lacks of creativity after Diane experiences really awful reactions to her shots. When things are good, it all seems to flow, when she gets a bad reaction, it is like someone or something builds a wall and blocks any happy thought. Oh well, what can you do... they say the universe never gives you more than you can handle. I would however like to meet the "they" who say it so that I can kick them in the teeth and choke them until they turn blue and repeat this mantra right back to them!

On a happier note, DAYTONA BIKE WEEK AT THE WORLD FAMOUS BROKEN SPOKE SALOON is only a few short weeks away and I damn well better see you there! I will be taking and recording attendance and if you don't show up, I will put this on your permanent record and you know how serious that is! It will follow you throughout your entire life! That being said, I've been instructed to find some art work and some good shots for promo use. One would think that after all of my years as an entertainer, I would have oh I don't know, perhaps at least ONE FUCKING HEAD SHOT, but I do not! The other problem with this is, although I quite literally have thousands of photos, I have very few photos of me! The whole reason that I have so many photos is because I take them with friends and people that I meet on the road or at rallies. The simple fact that people like to have their photo taken with me will forever both humble and dumbfound me! So about two months or so ago, I began dumping everything off the hard drive of my lap top and putting the pics on to a mobile storage device. Last night, before dinner, I began searching and searching for some decent photos of myself. I did not find any, but I did take a long walk down memory lane. I found pics from as far back as a few days after I was born right up to this past weekend. I also found a mislabeled folder in a wrongly named album entitled MY FAV VIDS. In that file, I found some great shit and I mean great shit. One of those great little videos that I found is the video I've put in this very post. If you have never happened upon one of these beasts you can't quite imagine the horror. If you have never near blindly stepped on the middle of one of these evil fuckers back, you can't quite imagine the horror. How about plainly, you just can't imagine the horror in realizing that you are easily 35 miles from the nearest hospital as you nearly did the things I just mentioned a moment ago, you guessed it, horrifying.

Allow me to set it up real quick for you so that you can feel the moment as I experienced it. Diane had sold our friends this incredible dream home. This home was in the Superstition Wilderness, only feet away from the National Forest Fence Line. When you looked up, a near 6000 foot high mountain was directly in front of you. I don't mean off in the distance, "hey look at the mountain over there", I mean you can't see anything, BUT the mountain. The Superstition Mountains are truly spectacular, if you ever have a chance to visit, trust me, go and visit. So they closed on the house and had yet to move in to it. We were there to celebrate the sale with them and we are walking around the property which has insane 360 degree views. These particular people would laugh at me each time I saw some wild animal because I got so excited. Now I don't mean OMG, LOOK AT THE SQUIRREL! I mean HOLY SHIT, LOOK AT THE BOB CAT or LOOK AT THOSE TWO EAGLES SITTING ON THE CACTUS! You hear what I'm saying? FUCKING EAGLES!!!! So as I'm marveling at these Eagles, three Mule Deer come walking right in to the back yard! These things are huge! That's it, I am so damn near giddy that I announce that I can't take it and I'm running to the driveway to get the camera out of the car. I ran through the house as fast as I could because I didn't want to miss the shot. I walked over to the car, opened the door, grabbed the camera, turned it to the right setting, slammed the door and was staring at the screen as I walked around the truck parked next to us. As I spun around to take a step, I heard THE UNMISTAKABLE SOUND! Watch the video below and you will see what caused that very sound.....

I believe that the narration and the description that I give while the camera was rolling is all that will be needed to truly capture the moment. I hope you enjoy this and if you only learn one thing from your pal Jack Shit, let it be this...... LOOK DOWN AT THE FUCKING GROUND WHEN WALKING IN THE DESERT!



I truly do hope to see as many of you as possible at this upcoming Daytona Bike Week and do not send me a message afterwards saying "oh yeah, I saw you at the Spoke but didn't want to bother you"! That pisses me off!

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!

Your friend,

Jack Shit