JUST A LITTLE TASTE I GUESS

Well my friends what can I say?  Each time that I remember to open up this page, I make a quick post and damn near swear that I'm going to write more and keep you all posted as to what is going on in our lives and I have the best of intentions to do just that........  but then life happens and I don't.  With technology getting better and better, I travel less and less with the laptop and rely more on a tablet and certainly more on the phone and it is a giant pain in the ass to post anything truly worthwhile with a phone.  So here goes again, I'll try to post more, I use to get the most amazing feedback from you guys and it bums me out to have let anyone down in any way, shape or form, especially those serving overseas....

In the past year, we've lost so many people that I can't remember to mention each of their names when making the proverbial list with friends and that just breaks my heart.  More than breaking my heart, I believe that it broke my spirit and I know for a fact that it CRUSHED my creativity and stole the joy from my life!  With each of these losses and all of the mourning I've been living with (the mourning I thought had ended, until it bitch slaps me out of nowhere), I try to appreciate life and the things I'm blessed with.  I also promised Diane that I would try to get us back on the road more, together because I'm gone so damn much.  The problem is the damn dogs, you remember those monsters right?  Well to go away, you need to have someone to cover the house and the beasts.  Sometimes we are lucky and family steps up, other times we rely on a sitter but even their lives have moved on and the thought of just giving a stranger the keys to the house and all we've ever worked for makes me throw up a little in my mouth even typing it.  So how do you keep a promise and solve a problem at the same time you ask?  Well you tell your ol' lady your thoughts and let her get to work on the world wide web like a great huntress of yesteryear!  I'll tell you this folks, when she is on a mission, nothing stops her until she achieves it.  If you remember years ago, we picked up an amazing Barth Motorhome. if you don't remember, here is a pic or two of her.  The pic below was taken the week we got her and just put brand new tires on her and down the freeway for the first time.

Man I love this thing and I can't bring myself to let her go.  I've been driving her around for weeks now.  Run to the store, let's take the motorhome, run to a friends, let's take the motorhome, you get where I'm heading with this.  The lesson I learned above all else driving this beautiful ol' gal around town is to make sure to leave enough time to get where we are going or to get home from there because the moment you stop anywhere, you have to give tours of it to everyone who walks past or parks near her.  I don't mind it, I love it actually and everyone who sees it feels the same way.  The reason I mention selling her is coming up next in this post!

So I mentioned that I've been driving her all over the place abnd can't bring myself to sell her and here is why.  To keep my promise to Diane about travel and spending more time together enjoying life while we are still capable of doing it, I let the little woman loose on the net with a mission and she killed her prey!

WE BOUGHT A BUS!  For years now, thanks to GTP, I've been fascinated with tiny houses and tiny living albeit impossible for someone like me who is a border line pack rat.  But I digress.  Since I learned of this I've been set up on a website to get auto mailed everytime listings come up and after seeing Dakota's school bus conversion I was blown away.  I've dreamt of a bus for years now but I haven't had the time to do the last ten percent of the Barth, when the hell would I convert a school bus into a motorhome?  The problem with finding a bus that is already a touring bus, not a passenger bus is a bitch and the only ones in our budget were ancient and falling apart and potential money pits!  Regardless of all of these factors, a guy can still look right?  In my searhes, I learned quite a bit about the manufacturers and models.  Much like the Barth pictured above that I own, the Rolls Royce of motorhomes of its era, I happened upon a BlueBird Wanderlodge on a lot one day here in AZ and I took a good long look at it and I was blown away.  I'd never seen anything like it.  I put the idea out of my head of actually ever owning one but I never forgot seeing and being inside my first Bird!  One day Diane asks me, "hey babe, what kind of bus was it that we saw that day at the dealer"?  I told her and she said, take a look at this..... and showed me a sale listing.  THE FIRE WAS LIT AGAIN!  To make a very long story short, below is the bus that Diane found three months after finding the listing that I just mentioned and honestly, I could not believe the details and even better, it was ten miles away from my house!   So for those who have not seen my posts on FB when I got her, here are two quick pics of both sides of her!

One day soon, I'll post up a whole bunch of pics of her and share the details with you all.  I can't believe that we own a Blue Bird Wanderlodge!  I'm a motorcoach owner.... holy shit!  So far, I've kept my side of my promise, that is the first part of solving the issue of the dogs at home, now I've got to solve the travel one!  I think November will be our first trip in her, even if it is only 100 miles or so to start learning about this lovely lady!

If anyone is interested in purchasing the Barth Motorhome or wants more details on it, just leave me a comment on here and I'll put up a post with lots of details soon as well.

In the mean time, this week is the annual Bob's Biker Blast at HD of Scottsdale, our annual event that benefits Phoenix Children's Hospital and I'm damn excited about it.  Last year at the event we had the one and only Doobie Brothers come in and play and this year it will be a "threefer"  Craig Morgan, Kellie Pickler and Montgomery Gentry and I hope to top the money we raised last year.  We more than doubled the amount of the previous year and raised 78 grand for the hospital but the one and only Bob Parsons or Doctor Bob as I love to call him said that just ain't enough and the Bob and Renee Parsons Foundation added a million bucks to that.  Yes, a million bucks!  To top it all off, I even got to be there for the check presentation.  Who gets to hand over more than a million bucks in their lives...... this guy right down here and I pray we top it this year!

Well there you have it, just a taste of what we've been up to in our lives, what I have coming up in the immediate future and I hope to see some of you over the winter.  Until we see each other on the road somewhere;

Keep the wind in your face,
tits in your back and
 THE MAN OFF YOUR ASS!

Your friend,
Jack Schit

LACONIA BIKE WEEK 2016

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OH YEAH FOLKS, THIS SHIT IS ON LIKE DONKEY KONG.... as the kids use to say back in the day or as us old fuckers still say today!  I've not been this excited to host an event in a very long time!  As many of you know, I have a pretty damn good life and I get to travel and do what I love most and that is quite simply to make people smile.  My mission at every single event I host is to give our guests the most memorable time of their lives!  My mission is that God forbid someone gets sick or someone has an accident and the last, greatest memories of thier lives were made with us!  I do not deviate from this mission at any time ever!  This will be the very first time I've ever hosted the Laconia Roadhouse and as a matter of fact, it will be the first time anyone has ever hosted it because this will be the first year it goes by this name.  Many of you will have heard its previous name from all of the internet posts and ALL OF YOU if you have ever attended the rally will know its old name, THE LOBSTER POUND!  Two years ago I hosted the Chop Shop Pub located at the Drive In behind the Lobster Pound and the noise coming out of there was insane.  I was able to pop in there once to see everyone's friend, the one and only Ms. Jasmine Cain perform in the rain and the vibe in the joint was fantastic.  This year I hope to bring that shit up to straight on ELECTRIC!  I've got some pretty big shoes to fill up there and I believe in my heart that I will do just that!

If you are heading to Laconia I best damn well see you grace us with your visit and if you know someone who is going make sure to tell them to stop in and party with us!  I promise you, as always, I WILL NOT DISAPPOINT ANYONE!  I love to work in a place that just lets me be me and from the first phone call with the owners I was totally at ease and confident that I found an incredible group to bring the SHIT SHOW to!  Many of you will remember hearing your parents say that when they walked in the house and found that you had 75 of your closest friends over and can remember the look on their faces when they screamed "who is responsible for this SHIT SHOW"?  In this case no one will have to ask, I'll be the one responsible!

Till we see each other again,
Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back and
The Man Off Your ASS!

Your pal,
Jack Schit

PRESS RELEASE FOR EVENT

It's all so very shameful

Every single day I watch the feeds on-line, I see the hateful posts, I see the false posts, the lies and the out and out fraudulent posts put up about these candidates for the Presidency of the United States.  I watch as people who only months before were the best of friends destroy each other and destroy those friendships that at one time were so valuable to them over the person they chose to support.  The hate filled rhetoric being spewed by so many at each other absolutely blows my mind.  I can't help but think that once this election is all over and these career politicians do nothing but take care of each other and themselves, not to mention the true leaders of the world, giant corporations and we will all once again be left to fend for ourselves only now we will have less friends because everyone has alienated each other.

So many take for granted our very freedom.  We've never truly known any type of life without it.  Generations of Americans have lived with absolute freedom and choose only to express it or opt to use it by trying to bring down others.  This makes no sense to me.  This generation of "you owe me, I want, what's in it for me" Americans has for the most part never even known true hardship.  I've got to admit that this breaks my heart!  We take for granted the freedom we have and quite often don't even consider those who stood up, those who fought for it and especially those who died for it.

After I had surgery and was laid up I spent a whole lot of time sitting on the couch and watching movies praying that I would not have to get up for any reason.  One night or morning I should say at about 4 am I found a movie and after reading the small description of it thought "I'll give this a shot" and I began to watch it.  It did not take long for me to realize that there was not a word of English spoken and it was all subtitled.  I would have turned it off because I was far too tired to stare at a screen and read for two hours in the middle of the night.  The problem with turning it off was that the topic was so powerful that I could not turn away.

The name of the movie is WINTER ON FIRE and it was epic!  The movie is about the fight for the very freedom that we take so very much for granted.  The first generation ever to have been given freedom in this nation and promised a place in the European Union.  The president who had been thrown out of office there for fixing and stealing the election prior to winning it again made a deal with Russia and stole that very freedom.  The youth of this nation refused to give up their freedom and for months on end they never left the center of the city, they fought to the death to restore that freedom.  They were overwhelmed by govt forces, the police and the Army and were murdered in the streets and many were kidnapped and have never been seen again.  Watching this movie made me think of just how good we have it here in the USA and how little we realize it.

We fight over the most ludacris things.  We destory friendships over a difference of ideals.  We bring lawsuits for "micro aggressions" and these kids are dying in the streets.  Every age group, every economic group and every single religion came together in that city square and stood up and fought for freedom.  I hope that you watch this film.  If you have kids, make them watch this film.  Let's stop all this bullshit, let's stop hating each other for different thoughts, let's do as these people did, let's follow their example of what freedom truly stands for and why it is so precious before we lose it or it's taken from us by some power hungry, crooked world leaders.  Let's get back to the basic thought of "am I my brother's keeper" and oh hell, let's throw some free love in there too.

Just some late night food for thought for you all.  What do you say that we can be civil and agree to disagree with each other, that's what freedom is!

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 pal,
Jack Shit

The Past Is The Fuel For The Future

I awoke today to find that a friend had tagged me in a post on Facebook.  I laid in bed for a bit trying to muster up the energy and strength to stand up, ignore the pain from my over full bladder, stiff back and break my knees loose enough to move again and finally I hobbled my way to the bathroom.  It's amazing the joy that comes from taking that first epic piss of the day yet I never want to get out of bed to do it.  One day I guess I'll address that with a shrink!  I plopped back in bed, grabbed my phone and took a look at my messages and the things I was tagged in.  One item in particular that really caught my eye was the photo above.  This photo was taken 2 years ago in Sturgis while I was filming an interview, if memory serves me correctly for the Discovery Channel's Road To Sturgis, I think it was one of the final interviews aired on the show.  I can't remember who actually took this photo but I love it.

I love it for the obvious reasons, Sturgis, my knuckle, the world famous Broken Spoke Saloon in the background but I love this memory for so many other reasons that may not be so obvious.  This was the first time Diane made it to Sturgis, I made so many new friends and got to connect again with so many that I've made over the years.  It brought back incredible memories of entertaining people, of massive storms that had the potential of destroying the event and the shows, I got to party my ass off with one of my all time favorite bands and see some of the most intense concerts ever.  I had the tremendous honor to share my thoughts on bikes, bikers and rallies with the world and when you survive 17 hour days for 11 days you come out with a feeling that is second to none.

As we approach rally season again this year and with so many people that I know and love either heading down to Daytona or already there I can't help but think of all the events in the past and smile. It makes me think about how this coming rally season will be and what I can do to make each event better and cause people to leave with giant smiles on their faces and memories that will last a life time. Winter can be a tough time for those of us who count on the joy and freedom of two wheels and believe me, living out west we don't suffer anywhere near the way the rest of the country does but it still sucks the life out of you.  As spring is "springing" here I feel a new energy and excitement for the upcoming year and I can't wait to hit the ground running.  Okay, to be honest, I can't wait to hit the ground riding but I promise I'll run when I get off the bike!  I hope you are all as pumped up about riding season as I am and I look forward to seeing you all out on the road this year!  For those of you in Daytona or on your way, make memories, ride fast, take chances and get home to your families safe and sound!

Till we see each other again,

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

Your pal,
Jack Shit

22 years in the blink of an eye

22 years ago today, I was down in Florida, in Ft. Lauderdale meeting with some of the world's largest international event producers trying to negotiate a massive event that would take place in NY, Florida, Texas and California over a three week period.  On this trip Diane and I were together visiting venues and hotels.  We had just walked into the cocktail party on the top floor of the hotel, got ourselves a drink and started talking about our plans for Daytona Bike Week.  As with most cocktail parties, the chatter was incoherent unless of course you concentrated on one particular conversation.  If memory serves me correctly, we were at the Airport Marriott and it was one of the nicest airport hotels that I have ever seen.  Servers were walking around with trays of tasty morsels and there against the wall was a long table with all kinds of fill your belly goodness to hold off the power of the booze and carry folks through till dinner.  On the wall above this table was a fairly large tv for the times.  One of the servers put her tray down and turned the television on.  I can remember not only being excited about the trip to Daytona but really feeling great about the momentum that the event was building, there was an excitement in my heart and a satisfying feeling of accomplishment in my soul.  I was a fairly young man back then and to pull off what we had in the works would have been epic.  I can recall feeling at the top of my game and you could not wipe the smile off of my face.
As people wandered around the room the noise suddenly went down by half and it was instantly noticeable.  I wasn't sure what had happened and as I tried to ascertain what it was, the room fell deadly silent, everyone staring in the direction of that big table of food.  My first thought, ALLIGATOR!  Well you have to forgive me, we were in Florida and I had an inherent fear of them. All eyes were glued to the television and many stood there with their mouths wide open.

A bomb had gone off underground, under the World Trade Center!  I'll never forget the images on that screen, the chaos of the situation and the fear on the faces running past the cameras.  That smile on my face only moments before that I was sure nothing on earth could remove was now forgotten. My mind raced to all the people we knew who worked in those towers, how many trips I made up to Windows On The World, the restaurant on top of the tower and quietly pleaded with God that all would be okay.

I recall a story I read years later, the feds were flying a helicopter past the towers transporting a man they had in custody for the attack and the agent nudged him and said "see, they are still standing" and his reply was "yeah, for now"!  Hearing that account sent a chill deep within me and in my gut I knew there would be more to come.  I can't believe that today is 22 years since that day.  I really don't know where the time goes but it sure does pass in the blink of an eye.  Every single time I go to Florida for Bike Week, I am reminded of that trip, that attack and those who suffered from it, I can never forget and I will never forget it!  I won't be going to Daytona this year as I'm still healing up from surgery and didn't book any events, so I hope you all have an amazing time, make some life long positive memories and be safe, come home to your family in one piece but never forget all who serve, have served and those who have made the ultimate sacrifice since that day 22 years ago to fight radical Islam so that we could retain our freedoms and live good, happy lives.

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

GET ON YOUR BIKE AND RIDE

As you know, one of my favorite sayings is "IT'S NEVER THE WRONG TIME TO DO THE RIGHT THING" and this is one of those times.  Just because the war fades from the headlines and media coverage, it sure doesn't mean that we don't have Americans in harms way, desperate for a little comfort, a reminder of home and the knowledge that we have not forgotten them or the sacrifice that they are all making for this nation!  We are at a near epidemic with homeless veterans in this country and vets who are simply having a hard time adjusting to not getting shot at every single day and that is why I'm so proud to host this event again.  This is a proven event by a group of dedicated patriots who DO THE RIGHT THING, not like those out there who raise money in the name of vets and only a few pennies of each dollar donated actually get to them.

The weather here in the Valley of the Sun could not be better this time of year so that means get that bike out of the garage, pull back the tarp that covers your baby and fire her up because it's time to ride and raise some desperately needed funds to support the men and women who count on us as we count on them!  All of the information you need is on the flyer at the top of this post but if you have any other questions feel free to contact me or the groups listed above.  I've not ridden since my surgery in November and I plan on putting my ass back in the saddle for this ride come hell or high water!  WISH ME LUCK!  I may have to have some of you help me move my bike backwards up the hill to park but baby steps it is for me!  Spread the word, get your friends and join us.  If you can't ride so what, get in your car and join us, a good time is a good time.

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

I'm officially announcing the formation of my exploratory committee to ascertain the possibility of winning a victory of the office of President of the United States..... or well, the nation that was formerly UNITED....  Close your eyes and imagine if you will....  the inauguration arrives, the cold DC wind blows strong, the official holds the bible up for me to place my hand on and as I swear my oath I'm holding a jar of APPLE PIE MOONSHINE in the other hand proudly.....  I have to pause in the middle of taking the oath of office because I need another quick sip!  Ah yes, now that's how you start a term in office.

Okay, fantasy time is over and now for some reality!  I get a whole lot of messages about this blog and questions about what happened to it, why don't I write on it any longer or share pics of my travels and such and to be honest I don't really know what happened to it.  Google started giving me shit about using space and too many pics and wanted me to pay for this and that and it just pissed me off so I began to write less and less on it.  I genuinely meant it when I answered your messages saying I would give it another shot and try to share more but life always got in the way.  This blog was actually something that I was pretty proud of it when it began being viewed in over 100 countries I was thrilled but as I said above, I'm not paying to share my thoughts.  Another reason that I let it decline and then basically go the way of the dinosaur was that a majority of the readers were troops overseas and with the draw down of troops and us eventually "officially" pulling out of these countries writing on the blog just didn't seem to be as important.  I loved getting messages from the troops!  Something tells me that some time soon, we will once again have a whole lot of troops in harms way so I'll try and get this thing started up again.

I want to say thank you for all the get well wishes and all the good thoughts and prayers when my family was in a terrible way this past fall, I'll never forget how you all rallied behind us!  Rally season is firing up again so I'll try to keep you all in the loop of the happenings, where I'm at, where I'm going and where I've been.  I just realized that the last post on here was September 13', holy shit did I drop the ball with this site!  Whoops!  I guess one post every 17 months just won't do it!  My bad!

I did have an amazing, unforgettable year last year and I got to share it in person with so many of you.  I always say when asked what it is that I do, I help make memories is the answer.  My mission is to put a smile on every single face that I come across and I look forward to bringing those smiles back this year!

So vote SHIT IN 2016 because my gut tells me no matter who you vote for, that is exactly what America will get, SHIT!

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