Just Bend Over And Take It......

So today, I decided that it was time to freshen up the ol' blog.  Move some shit around, delete some pics, add some pics, you know, keep it up to date.  When I tried to delete a photo and add another to the main page, I received a bright red warning message telling me that I have exceeded my limit of storage space on Picassa.  Really I thought, WHAT THE FUCK IS PICASSA and add it to the list of things that I have taken too far as of late!  So using common sense, I went and found my account and figured if I have used up too much space for storage, I'll just delete a shit ton of pics and that will make more space and I can add one simple fucking photo!  Apparently this is not the way the world works.  So they now have me by the balls.  I would use the old traditional phrase, "they got me by the short and curly's" but since my balls are shaven it would be far from the truth and by now, you all know how I feel about the truth, it's all or nothing on this end!  Man this pisses me off, I really must admit it.  I can "purchase" more storage from Google for X number of dollars but I've yet to figure out the formula and God knows how fast I will use that shit up.  These fuckers are like dope dealers, they first give you a taste, then they get you using, followed up by getting hooked and then they got ya!  They got ya on the comeback!

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!

I call this shot simply, 46', 47' 48'.  That's my Knuck on the right side of the pic.  So now as I sit here at nearly 1:30 am trying to figure this all out, I am left with two choices and they are to start completely from scratch with a brand new blog with a different host or just bend over and take it from good ol' Google.  Hell, I didn't even know Blogger was part of Google.  I would imagine that I will just bend over and take it.  The only thing that I can hope for is that our friends at Google are kind enough to spit in my ass crack before they drive balls deep in to my "special place"!  The place that I've always prided myself on as being an exit only ramp on the freeway of my body is looking like it may turn out to be an HOV lane, an express lane right from Google's cyber cock to my 43 year old virgin ass!  Well unless of course we count that drunken night when I slipped trying to climb the fence in flip flops... but hell, that is another story all together!  I hope to see as many of you as possible up in Sturgis.

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