You are only as good as your word!

They say that a man is only as good as his word and I guess that would be the same for a business or for that matter your favorite bar!  I mean hell, to find someone that lives up to their word these days is like going in to the woods to look for Big Foot, you are pretty sure that it is out there but will you ever find it, doubtfully.  I'm a firm believer in "if you say you are going to do something, then damn well do it"!

Last year, right about this same time, I made a big announcement and everyone was totally pumped about it!  I can't even begin to tell you about the amount of emails, facebook comments and messages that I got asking me about the announcement.  It was the most excited I had seen people over one simple announcement.  It seemed that within 24 -36 hours, I can't remember, I was too pissed off to be accurate any more, I had to rescind the announcement and tell everyone that it was not going to happen.  Then I got more messages and some of them included everything from "well that sucks", "well you suck", "were you just pulling our chains", "anything to boost hits to your page" and shit like that.  At least the "well that sucks" part was accurate.  You see we worked so hard to track down, put in a bid, make an offer, get a verbal YES and that made us feel confident enough to make the announcement.  Shortly after, we got kicked in the nuts, the show wasn't going to happen.  We tried to pull off something that we weren't sure we could even do.  You see, immediately after playing with us, for you guys, the band was to leave to head over to the Middle East and entertain the troops and as it turns out, there was just no way to squeeze the gig in.  To say we were upset would not even begin to come close to how we felt.  We had to make the announcement that the show was cancelled and luckily, since we do nearly every major concert for free at The Spoke, we didn't have to return any ticket money. 

So here we are, those announcements were as good as "GIVING OUR WORD" and then we broke it............   OR DID WE?  Well it has taken us a year to keep our word but this has been the first and only chance that we have been able to pull this off!  When I came to work at The Spoke I told you all that if we screw it up, we will own up and we will try to fix it.  If there is something you don't like, let us know and we will try to make it better and above all else, WE ARE GOING TO DO, WHAT WE SAY WE ARE GOING TO DO!  So in the spirit of being as good as our word, here ya go.

This is going to be one hell of a night at The Legendary Broken Spoke Saloon during Biketoberfest so make plans to get there early, party your asses off with us and get a good spot for the show!  If the reaction to last year's post is any hint of how good this night is going to be then we are all in for making some serious memories! 

We've got so much planned for you all for this rally but I'm not ready to spill the beans on all of it yet but believe me, it is coming soon!  So spread the word, share this post, let your friends know that on October 18th, there will only be one place to be during Biketoberfest and you guys know where that is!

I've just crossed that mystical line.  That line when you know you have an event coming up and you are in a laid back, chill pattern of working and getting things done because you seem to have all the time in the world, then you cross that "30 day line" and it suddenly becomes HOLY SHIT, we've got a party to throw in less than a month!

For all of you who have supported The Spoke for so many years and for those of you who have only come to know The Spoke in recent years, thank you and remember, we do this all for you! 

SO GET YOUR ASS TO DAYTONA AND GET YOUR ASS TO THE BROKEN SPOKE SALOON!

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

It's A WAR ZONE HERE!

AS I'VE SAID FROM THE VERY BEGINNING, IF A BLOG POST I HAVE WRITTEN AND SHARED EVER CHANGES, IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM FROM ITS ORIGINAL CONTENT, I WILL NOTIFY YOU IMMEDIATELY AND EXPLAIN WHAT THE CHANGE IS:  As this announcement is written in bright red, so will the change to the piece.  In this case, you will find the change at the very bottom of this post.  I ask that you please share this and if you can possibly help to please do.



As many of you know, I believe that I was put on earth to help people and to bring smiles to their faces.  Unless I am out of my mind pissed off, disgusted with the way things are with the world these days or sharing a video of another psychopath cop violating someones most simple of human rights, I try to keep things on this blog positive.  There are times though that topics that I must touch on fall between the cracks of shedding light on something or trying to make you laugh and these are the posts that I find to be the most difficult to write.  This my friends, sadly, is one of those posts that falls in to the deepest part of the abyss between these topics. 

I was on the phone today and I could hear the call waiting beeping and beeping but I could not see who was calling, it just wasn't coming up on the screen.  If I can't see who is calling, there is no way on earth that I am going to answer the phone!  I'm pretty sure this goes back to the time in our lives when we were losing everything and the bill collectors called at all hours of the day and night!  For two years each and every single time the door bell rang or the phone rang and it came up with "unknown caller" or an "800" number I would want to duck and cover.  Those days are gone, but they are not forgotten.  I was on the phone with a pretty important call and I was sitting on the patio when the back door opened and Diane came walking out with a panicked look on her face.  "Adam is on the phone and he sounds really upset, I think something is very wrong" Diane said.  So we switched phones and for my friend Adam to be this upset, I already knew what the call was going to be, what I didn't know was who was this call going to be about?  My gut and my fear were correct!  I've known Adam now for quite a few years and I've never heard him so shaken.  His voice was like I've never heard it and I was able to make out all the words he spoke but the name of the person that we lost.  I said that I was sorry to make him repeat it, but I couldn't understand what he said and when he repeated it, my heart sank.  Our friend Randy Pants was killed on his bike, not far from where I live.

Now I'm not sure of the details as I've already heard conflicting reports which are just so typical when something like this happens and I'm not even sure what bike he was on, but of his rides, seeing him roll up on this bike always brought a big smile to my face.

To say that Randy Pants had an attitude would be an understatement!  I loved this guy!  He always had a way to bring a smile to your face.  Over this last year, I've not gotten to see him as much as I use to, but that doesn't mean that I didn't often think of him.  Every now and again I'd be looking for a specific pic on the computer and come across some old shots of him and in each and every shot there was one of two things, either a big ass smile or him giving the finger!  If you can't read what the tank says in the pic above, take a look at the pic below.   I think this sort of put his whole attitude in one single statement out there for the whole world to see.

The day these photos were taken we were at a benefit for another friend who had been killed on his bike.  Riding here in AZ truly is  A WAR ZONE and unfortunately, you just never know how things are going to end up when you fire up that bike and simply go for a ride.  His big ass smile brought a light to an otherwise dark day.  I'll never forget laughing that he had just paid to have his bike washed to benefit the family that day, yet the bike had NO PAINT to mention and looked better dirty as hell, but he did it because it raised money for the children left behind and I hope that those of you who are reading this will help when the time comes for us to do the very same thing for his family!  I think one of his kids is just now a toddler and this child will never get to know his dad at all and that breaks my fucking heart!

Like I said, he either had a big ass smile or he was giving the finger.  What seems like an eternity now, we had a mutual friend that I had a falling out with and that mutual friend was one of his dearest friends.  Rather than say "hey fuck you Jack" I'm choosing sides, it was never mentioned, he never chose a side, he just stayed a friend to each of us and I have mad respect for him for that!  He never let what happened between two mutual friends affect his relationship with either one of us! 

It's when a tragedy like this transpires, that you look back and regret not going out more or making it to more events that your friends are attending.  It never enters your mind that you just may never see some of these people again until the stark realization that it is too late and you will never see that smile or stand side by side flipping the bird to the camera or to the passing police cars!  Once again, my heart bleeds, my heart aches and I am left confused and wondering why the best people are taken from us while the scum of the earth float along leaving nothing but damage, pain and bad karma in their wakes.  Perhaps we will never know the answer to this question and if history is any indicator, it doesn't seem like this will be something that will ever change.

 Randy Pants, you will always have a positive place in my heart, in my memory and to those who have been left behind by yet another tragic loss, know that this man left a positive mark on this world and all those he encountered while just living in it!

Between my brother Adam who called me with this horrific news and Randy Pants, they are each equally half responsible for one of the most memorable moments I've ever experienced at a bike run.  When you listen to fools, the MOB RULES and that is just what they did that night when after non stop peer pressure we made them box it out for a gas tank that they both equally wanted and at the very same time, equally wanted the other to have.  There was no one that night that did not laugh until they damn near cried!  It was the first time I ever got to "call" a live boxing match and even now as I sit here writing this, in my profound sadness, I can't get the smile off of my face!  The fact that neither one of the two really even wanted to hit the other, the fact that Randy, being the MUCH smaller of the two, still climbed in to the proverbial ring for our enjoyment and fought like THE MAN THAT HE WAS was a testament to the kind of guy he is, oh hell, to both of them!  I'll never forget that night as long as I live and Brother Randy Pants, I will never forget you as long as I live!  I know that the video of that night is floating around on you tube somewhere and if I can find it, I'll share it because I know that you will all enjoy it as much as we did that night we witnessed it!

Brother, friend, husband, father, veteran and BIKER!  Long may you run man, long may you run!  For those of you reading this, love with all you've got, be decent to every one around you and live each and every single day to the very best of your ability because you never know if it will be your very last!  For those of you in the cages driving out there, hang up the fucking phone, pay attention to your surroundings and STOP KILLING US, I beg you!

It has also been asked if it would be okay for people to meet up at my place here in Mesa so that we made ride in together.  I would be honored to welcome those who want to do this in to our home.  We are meeting at 1pm here at my house.  If you don't know where that is, message me here, by phone or on facebook or email and I will gladly give you an address or directions.  I think we should pull out no later than 1:20 so that we can ride and make an arrival at a respectable time.  Again, thank you!

Randy Pants, Randy Batty's services will be held this Sunday at 2pm at Bunker Family Funeral Home @ 3529 E University in Mesa. Jack, Randys dad has invited everyone back to his house after the service. Feel free to call me with any questions or if you need a ride. (480) 862-4014

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 friends pain, is my pain!

So I was up against a really hard deadline for my next two pieces for Cycle Source Magazine and everything in the universe has been against me in trying to get them done.  Today I finally found the time to sit down on the couch, fire up the lap top and get on down to the business of "fire side story telling" that I enjoy so very much.  The pieces that I wrote about were the Sturgis Rally this past August and the Boot Ride out in LA a few weeks ago.  I just could not get going, pulling back the memories from an event that was more than a month ago, an event that I damn near crawled back to my camper from each night made it a bit difficult to recall the details enough to share them.  As I sat and began to write, the memories began to flood back.  The fact that I got to see Bart Mitchel's photos that he posted up on Bikerhotline.com just two days ago ignited those memories.  If you get a chance, take a look at them and if you were there, some things you may have forgotten from being black out drunk may come back to you and if you were not there with us, you will see the madness that was Sturgis at The Spoke this year and my story will help make sense even more when you pick up the Sturgis issue of the mag.  Virtually the same thing happened with the Boot Ride and photos from that event.  By the time that I was done writing these two stories, I was feeling great.  I mean I was really feeling warm and wonderful.  I had just more or less re-lived two great events from my recent life and was experiencing some of those incredible feelings all over again.  The combination of those great feelings and the fact that the stress from being up against the deadline was now over, I fell asleep with my laptop on where else but my lap.  I drifted off for a brief while and awoke from a terrible dream.  Not only was it terrible and totally fucking weird (let's just say it began by popping what I thought was a pimple next to my belly button and having bot flies crawl from my skin to squeezing and squeezing the area until baby birds were coming from the same hole) and that was only the beginning of the dream.  I felt like shit when I woke up, sent a text to the people who we were supposed to meet for dinner saying "yeah, ain't making it" and fell back asleep.

I awoke two hours or so later with a feeling of impending doom.  This is not normally how you wake up.  I don't normally wake up with a feeling of sadness especially after falling asleep feeling so good.  I noticed that the laptop never timed out and was still on so I picked it up to distract me and get my mind on something else and in that moment, the very first post I saw on face book was from a dear friend, someone who I can now call one of my oldest friends and a person for whom I have nothing but love and respect.  This friend is legendary for being generous, kind, talented and someone who would give you the shirt off of his back, something he actually did just a few months ago when I stopped in his shop in Jersey on my trip back home.  This dear friend that I speak of is the one and only Richie Pan or as many just call him PAN! 

The photo above was taken the day before I had to leave to fly back to Arizona and the previous night we had learned that Aidan Jack Seeger had finally lost his long, hard fought battle.  I jumped in my rental car, drove 45 minutes down to Dark Star Tattoo to spend 20 minutes with my friend and have a shot in Aidan's honor.  This brother is nothing but class, just like every member of his family.

This friend has gone through so much in these last few years with family, sickness, loss, joy and pain all one after another.  He and his wife Cindy, much like Diane and myself have been together forever and they are an amazing couple.  Having someone like Cindy by his side through this roller coaster over the last few years is probably what helped to keep him sane!  Rich is truly one of the kindest people and most incredible artists I've ever known, not to mention the builder and rider of two of my all time favorite bikes, his amazing panhead Viola and the Fifth Knuckle, one of the coolest bikes I'VE EVER SEEN!  They say that great people come from great people and I believe this to be the case here. 

Tonight, the very first post that  I saw stunned me!  I had to read it and re-read it again and again just to be sure that I was not mistaken.  My brother, Richie Pan had just lost his dad!  These two had the relationship that every father and son dream of!  Papa Pan was an incredibly friendly guy and I had to really try to think back to a time that he did not greet me with a big handshake and a I had to try even harder to remember if I had ever seen him without a smile on his face and the answer that I came up with was NO, I had not!  When you move so far away from the people you love it becomes hard to keep up on everything going on in their lives but thanks to social media we can stay involved without the other even knowing that you are keeping a watchful eye out on them!  Papa Pan if memory serves me correctly fought a long hard battle himself and came out the other side victorious!  Roughly around the same time, Brother Pan lost his mom.  Two earth shattering events to have to go through and yet he handled them with class, support and dignity.  I remember that each time I saw Rich's dad, I said two things to him because he was Portugese, "Bondia an Uncashastavazia".  The first meant good morning and the other meant the box was empty.  The third thing that I said as I would leave was Cay Cariyo, I'm sure I spelled that wrong but it means, WHAT THE FUCK?  He would just laugh at me like I was a lunatic and he had the kindest smile and warmest eyes.  He would sit around the tattoo shop and hang out with everyone there and at the parties and he rode his harley riding ass off!  Like I said, great people come from great people!  I'll never forget seeing him for the first time roll his bike in to the Burnout Pit at Richie's annual Pan Stock party and smoke the tire!

This shot above is of one of those times. I just stole this shot right from Pan's page.  I'm sure he won't mind.

I won't get in to the details of how he passed as it is not my place or right to say or discuss but I just want the entire world to know that we have suffered a great loss.  When my friends are in pain, I am in pain and tonight, my heart bleeds!  One of the kindest people I've ever known, lost the kindest person he has ever known and I am crushed for the entire Pannara Family tonight!  As of right now, I know of no details of anything that we can do to help ease this pain, or of any way to donate to a cause that he loved or even so much as a funeral or memorial for this great man and when I find out, I will certainly share this with you all.  If you know Brother Pan, drop him a line, post on his wall or send him a message and let him know just how much he is loved and respected!  I always say and I will stick with that here yet again, the greatest people on earth are snatched away from us far too early while the scum of the earth just float along the top leaving nothing but damage and heartache in their wake. 

LONG MAY YOU RUN PAPA PAN!

YET ANOTHER PHOTO PROVING THAT THE SMILE NEVER LEFT THIS MANS FACE!  It was an honor to know him, to have talked with him and to have shared time with him, as limited as it was, this will be a man that I will forever hold warm memories of.  The world is much worse off now that you are gone but Heaven will be a much better place just for having you there! 

Until we see each other on the road again, be good to each other, live each and every day as if it could be your very last because you know what, it just may be!  Love hard, love long and love well!

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

Your Friend,
Jack Shit

An absolutely incredible sight!

There are some things in life that one will never forget.  Memories so powerful that whether you like them or not, they are with you till the grave.  These memories are both a curse and a blessing, both the good and the bad.  11 years ago today, I awoke to Diane screaming from downstairs at my home in New Jersey.  I had fallen asleep the night before on the couch and the horror in her voice had me jump up in an instant.  "Turn the tv on, turn the tv on, Jack, turn the fucking news on"!  For the life of me, I can't even remember how long we sat in front of that television staring in shock.  This was the second time that we had sat in front of a tv witnessing the damage from the WTC being bombed!  Many of you know, some may not but I'm an Irishman and my family has a long standing history of having the only jobs that The Irish could get back in those days, they all became cops and fireman.  To this day, nearly everyone in my family is one of the two. 

I've long repeated that Americans have short term memories!  When it is out of sight, it is sadly out of mind.  With 11 years having now passed since the horrific events of that spectacular September morning, many don't even think of that day any longer.  For some folks, they re-live the events of this day, each and every single day.  They say that time heals all wounds, but I've yet to see proof of that.  I truly believe that time lessens the pain from those wounds, but I'm not really sure those wounds ever heal entirely.  I pray that for many they will!  I can understand that the people who lived on the west coast or in the mid west since 9/11 have these visions slip from their minds but for those of us who were witness to the events, those of us who lived there and those of us who lost friends, colleagues, family or co-workers, these wounds are still deep.

One of the very first places that I ever went to an event in Arizona was a place called Tempe Town Lake in Tempe, Arizona.  It is an amazing park with beautiful views of the mountains and the lake.  Last year at this time I had driven past the park on the freeway and remember glancing over and seeing the memorial and to say that I was blown away would be an understatement.  This is a tremendously painful memory for me to recall and even on my last trip to NYC, I found it difficult to even look at the World Trade Center site.  Nearly 9 months ago I was invited to the event that would take place on this anniversary and I agreed to go.  I had forgotten all about the memorial at the lake until I saw the event commented on by a friend who wrote, rain or shine, I will be on my bike at 4:30 am riding to the meeting place for the ride.  I made the decision right then and there that under no circumstance would I be kept away this year.  Last night the Valley of the Sun was hammered with a monsoon storm.  I swear the rain drops looked to be between the size of quarters and silver dollars at times.  Along with the rain came a spectacular light show and with that house shaking thunder!  So as I laid in bed trying to get some rest so that I could ride, my two dogs who we got to protect and love us, were literally laying on top of my chest and my head.  If they could have climbed inside of me I'm sure they would have.  This went on until the last time that I looked at the time on the cable guide, 2:45 am.  I know that I laid there for some time before I finally fell asleep.  Shortly after that, the alarm went off and it was time to wake.  Sleep time?  A little more than an hour!  We rode side by side over to the lake and it was still pitch black out.  You could make out many of the flags because of all the lights that the television crews had put up, but it was not until daybreak came that the sheer massive display could be viewed. 

I realized in that moment that in my rush to make the meet time, on time, I had left my camera on the kitchen counter.  Luckily I had my Go Pro in the saddle bag, I turned it on, pointed it at the field and heard "beep beep beep", yeup, the battery was dead!  Luckily, my droid shoots a decent video and I felt that I had to at least try to capture the "feel" of this somber day.  There was no way to get any more than a 1/3 of the flags in any one still photo and as more and more day light shone the sight became more and more overwhelming.  Shortly after I shot the video, I had the honor of reading off some of the victims names from the stage during the memorial.  I was more scared to get up and speak than I have ever been before.  I was afraid to screw up a name, get too choked up to speak, have my voice crack or just plain lose it up there and by the grace of God, I did not, well, not too bad.  For the rest of my life, I will never, ever forget the honor that was bestowed upon me today by allowing me to even say those victims names aloud!  After the ceremony was over I felt it quite difficult to even leave the park.  I just walked around, read some of the names on the flags and took a few still shots.  Perhaps having this amazing memory of an anniversary of 9/11 will ease the sadness that has come with each anniversary that has come before it.  Maybe time can heal each of our wounds from this day.

I captured this video this morning and I could still not get all of the near 3000 American Flags in it.  Just click on this link here and share in one of the most beautiful, patriotic sights that I've ever experienced in my life.  Here is the link The Healing Field.  I thought that I would post it because so many could not make it there this morning, so many live so far away and for people like myself for whom this day holds very powerful memories.  I hope this short video lets you feel the love and respect of this display.  Well the love and respect that is until it began to rain and people got up and left.  I began to boil inside thinking "3000 people died that day, many gave their lives trying to save others and you can't sit out in the rain for a few minutes to honor them"?  I'm sorry to even bring it up but I have to be honest, as you all know damn well I always am, this infuriated me!

For all of those who lost their lives that infamous day, for all of those who have given their life in the wars since that day and for all of you who re-live the events of that day when you close your eyes or go to sleep, God bless you and I pray that your pain eases with each day that passes.

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

Do something good today!

As I always say, there is never a wrong time to do the right thing.  This past spring, little Aidan Seger lost his long, hard fought battle and passed away.  No parent should ever have to bury a child, it just seems so against the rules of nature, of all things good and just so cruel!  Little Aidan suffered from ALD, a truly awful disease.  One of the things that helped carry this little angel through his battle was his face book group, Aidan Has A Posse.  Each day the numbers grew and the support for the Seger family and Aidan grew by leaps and bounds.  Not only did the world become part of this struggle, but the attention that it drew to ALD was astounding.  I myself had never even heard of it until I found out about Aidan's battle.  Everyone from mechanics to rock stars got on board and would create signs and take photos that they would post in support and to let this lil man know that people all over the world were pulling for him!  This too was the first time that I truly saw the value in social networking.  For myself, just seeing the crazy ass number of birthday wishes that I received this year on my face book wall really made a difference in the day that I was having so I can only imagine how it was able to help uplift this family in their darkest of hours.

In Aidan's battle, he drew attention to an issue that so few even knew about and in doing so, this lil man changed the world.  Even after the loss of this beautiful lil blue eyed boy, he continues to help change the world for the better!  Those of you who know me, know damn well that I don't ever ask for much, in fact, I ask for very little.  Tonight, I'm asking you to take just a few moments, it won't take much more than that, click on the link that will follow this and sign the petition.  Those few moments of your time, out of respect for Aidan and in his honor along with the rest of his family may save another child and save another family's suffering.  Because of this little boy, YOU NOW HAVE A CHANCE TO CHANGE THE WORLD, won't you take that moment now and try?  All you have to do is click right here and Help us change the world.  A friend shared this link with me on my facebook wall and I shared it there, but I wanted to share it here as well and share a little bit more with those of you who may not have known about this fight or this disease!  Help add to the legacy of this amazing blue eyed angel by helping him continue to fight while watching down from the heavens over all of us!

So between watching people getting smashed in the nuts on you tube or surfing the net for some crazy ass new kind of porn, take that moment and click on this link please and thank you!  DO SOME GOOD TODAY

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

It's a Good Life

The look on our faces tell the tale of our recent post Sturgis Rally trip to California.  Nothing on earth makes me more happy than to see my beloved Mrs. Shit smile like this!  I also have to admit that I am stunned that this friggin blog allowed me to actually post a photo.  Then again, I've yet to try and publish it, so I guess we are going to have to wait until I hit the button to find out what happens.  As many of you who follow this blog and those who just click on the links I post to it have realized, your pal Jack Shit has not posted shit in a long ass time.  I was debating in my mind the thought of killing this blog and starting another or paying up the extortion money that google wants for me to keep it going.  Now don't get me wrong, it is not the amount of money, as I found out from a friend yesterday, it is not a lot of money but it is the principal of the whole thing that I've had to wrap my mind around.  It is like the old drug dealer saying, They Get Ya On The Comeback!  Once you are hooked, that free taste, that first toke or bump if you will is gone and now they've got you!  Now I'm chasing google around, calling it at 4 am and I'm about to go withdraw some funds from the ATM in the middle of the night to get my fix!  Looks like I will be paying up as I am getting tired of the "HEY ASSHOLE, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING AGAIN" messages that I've been receiving.  Your point has been well taken!  I do have an awful lot to tell ya too!

Before I get in to any of the shit that has been going on in our lives, I wanted to share something amazing with you.  I'm sorry that I've been out of the loop and could not tell you about this sooner but here ya go.  Click on this link, http://brokenspoke.com/campground/ well, that should have been a link, if it is not, just copy and paste it in to your browser.  The first thing you will see is the ad for $69 camping for Sturgis 2013.  That is just an insane deal.  $69 for two weeks of camping in Sturgis at the cleanest, most beautiful campground in all of Sturgis is unheard of.  The response has been so overwhelming that it was held over from August 31st until midnight Thursday, then the prices go up and the deal is gone.  You don't want to miss it.  As a friend of mine said tonight, "for that price, even if you are not sure if you are going, it is worth taking the chance and if you don't make it, you've lost shit but if you do, you saved at least $100!  I agree with him!

I'm very happy to announce that for the last month or so, Diane's shots have gone incredibly well and there was even one post shot day that she had so little reaction that when she awoke the next day, her first thoughts when she realized how good she felt was " Oh my God, I forgot to do my shot"!  This has been such a blessing I can't even describe how happy this makes me.

Two weeks ago, we took our post Sturgis ride out to California and we had an ear to ear smile causing good time.  We rode out at 6 am along with our friend Chicago Mike who rode 413 miles out with us, ate lunch, said goodbye and rode the same distance back to Phoenix across the Mohave Desert.  I'm sure there are a few of you saying, well hell, 826 miles in one day, I've done that, what is the big deal?  Well until you have tried pulling off a feat like this in August, you will never know how big a deal it really is.  We rode back across the Mohave for the first time during the day on our trip home and it was pure evil!  On our way back I realized that neither Diane nor myself had ever been to Palm Springs and since we had the time and we were in-fact together, what better time to go.  WHAT AN ASSHOLE MOVE THIS WAS!  The temp on the freeway was just around 100 or so.  Once you pull off the freeway the universe knows it has you and throws the furnace on high.  Almost immediately it was 109 and almost as quickly, under the blazing sun, we found ourselves sitting in traffic as they laid fresh, hot asphalt down on the road!  After having lunch, Diane was coaxed in to a store by a guy standing on the sidewalk saying "much cooler inside".  It was a good move because the place had great clothes and I was more or less penalized for my decision to take this "sidetrip" and I coughed up the cash and let her just buy whatever she wanted.  Luckily for me, she took it easy!  I'd like to think she did it out of love and compassion but I also realize that there was no room left in the saddle bags so she could not empty the joint!  I't believe that so far so good and this thing is actually letting me post pics so I will try to add another now.

Damn, it allowed me to add another, perhaps my luck has turned!  This is what it looks like about halfway across the Mohave at 110 degrees!  No Diane is not throwing up, she swore that the air inside her bag was cooler than the outside air and was trying to take some of it in!  Even as broke down and beat up as she was, when she lifted her head up after I captured this photo, she had an ear to ear smile!  Right before we left and I do mean moments before we rode out of the driveway, something in my neck popped and I felt it shoot all the way down to the middle of my back along my shoulder blade.  By the time we got to our gracious host's home, the one and only Chopper Doll, I had a baseball sized lump in my back.  Diane was kind enough to rub our new roll on icy hot all over my back.  It felt so good that I had her keep going and going and I quickly fell off to sleep from the relief.  Chopper Doll thought she would give me the ultimate hook up and fired up the hot tub.  Here is a life lesson for ya, DON'T GO IN THE HOT TUB WHEN YOU ARE COVERED IN ICY HOT!  I now know what Creme' Brulee feels like.  Well at least the top part that they finish off with the blow torch!   I'm not sure if I'm going to run the story about the trip in Cycle Source Magazine yet so I'll have to leave it at this point until I know more.  Also, along the lines of the mag, look forward to my story on the 72nd annual Sturgis Rally in the next issue of the mag.  So for now, I'll hold off on sharing the details of that trip as well.

It's been nice to have a few weeks off after Sturgis as I was exhausted and have never worked so hard at a rally before in my life.  I can say this though, for all of you who came to the Broken Spoke and camped or for those of you who just came out to party with us, I want to say from the bottom of my heart, thank you!  Although I've never worked harder, I've never had such an amazing time at work!

The only regret I have from Sturgis was simply that I could not spend the time that I would have liked to with the friends who showed up to party and support me.  It seemed that everyone understood that I was working my ass off, but I would like to formally apologize for that now!  I am going to have to learn to find some happy medium and figure out a way to divide my time up a bit better!  This seems to be the story for each rally now, I will get this figured out one day!

As far as the summer goes in AZ, well it seems that we've had a lot more dust storms than I remember from the previous years.  Of course, if you follow the videos that I post, these storms only hit right after I clean up the back yard or vacuum the pool!  I use to think that Mother Nature had a great sense of humor and I'm now drawing the conclusion that she is just plain mean! 

I could go on and on with what's been going on in our lives and what is coming up for us, but for now, I just wanted to post up, let you know that we are well, thank you for all the messages and keeping Diane in your prayers, it means the world to us.  So for now, I'll just leave it at this!

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 survived!

Right this moment I am far too tired to even begin to get in to the 72nd annual Sturgis Motorcycle Rally but I will say that it was amazing.   The County Line Broken Spoke Campground was jamming from the moment I got there right up until the rally ended!  There was no question that from 11pm until 2am, nobody in town threw a party like the Spoke did.  As I understand it, our late night party was the talk of the town!

I want to thank everyone who came out, stayed with us and partied with us.  I would especially like to say thank you to all of the soldiers who have either returned or came to hang with us that were on leave!  Bringing you this party was the highlight of the rally for me!

So now I sit here, days after the party ended with my legs up in the air trying to get the swelling down from my legs and feet.  At one point, if I took a photo, you could have easily mistaken my legs for Hilary Clinton's legs.  I've never had this happen before!  These were the longest, hardest bike rally days of my life and I loved every painful minute of it! 

In the next day or so, I'll sit down, start typing and share some of the story of Sturgis for your pal Jack 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

You may want to seek forgiveness in advance!

We are now only days away from the official start of the 72nd annual Sturgis Motorcycle Rally and I am strangely calm.  I've been trying to rest up, save my voice as best as possible and get my shit together.  It's easy to throw a great party when it is an anniversary year at a rally such as this.  After all, Sturgis is Mecca to us bikers and each and every year anywhere between 400,000 to nearly a million people show up to party!  On the non anniversary years,  the crowds are to the lower side of that estimate and we are forced to work twice as hard to entertain you all.  As the rally ends, everyone takes a bit of time off and then the planning for the next rally begins.  Everyone at the BROKEN SPOKE has worked tirelessly this year to make this the most amazing time you've ever had in Sturgis.  When they are not expecting record numbers or MASSIVE crowds, the rallies are referred to as "soft rallies" and to me, those are my favorite.  Because we are not overrun, I get to actually spend a bit of time with my friends who've come to the Spoke to hang out!  As of this moment, I've yet to have ever even dipped a toe in to the giant pool at the Spoke.  YES, REALLY!!!  Not even a single damn toe, this year, that is going to change.  There are many things that made me fall in love with the COUNTY LINE BROKEN SPOKE SALOON but what I think did it more than anything is the actual property itself.  More than 600 acres of rolling green grass watched over by the mystical and magical Bear Butte welcome you as you arrive.  There is no way to explain the feeling that overtakes you as you enter that property.  As the event begins and you see the property that lays dormant for 11 months of the year come back to life and the mini city begin to grow from the great lawns an anticipation comes over me that is difficult to put in to words.

Last year was the very first time that I had the opportunity and the great honor of hosting the Sturgis Rally at the Campground and it was one of the highlights of my life.  Now I pulled that off not even knowing the proverbial lay of the land and now my friends, I do!  People were stunned with the shit that I pulled last year and for the first time ever, I heard a phrase repeated to me over and over again.  It caught me so off guard that I even spoke to the boss about it.  I'm use to being told, great run, great ride, great event etc, etc, etc, but a phrase that I've never heard uttered so many times, by so many different people struck my heart last year, that phrase was GREAT PARTY!  Great party man, kick ass fucking party man, best party I've ever been to and things like that.  I realized that we weren't just the host of a gathering but we were the people throwing the best party in Sturgis and that my friends fucking rocks!  With great power comes great responsibility and we've taken the responsibility of showing you all the very best time you've ever had.  Jay Allen told me the very first time that I came to work for him, "Jack, what we do here at the BROKEN SPOKEBroken Spoke is make memories" and I have never forgotten those words that he spoke to me.  He also told me when I asked him what he expected of me and that answer was just as moving, "Jack, I want you to welcome each of these people as if you were welcoming them in to your own home, these are our guests, our home is their home" and this is the philosophy that I take in to each and every single event that I'm lucky enough to do with the Broken Spoke Saloon.  Great lessons learned from a great man and I will never forget them.  So just what do we have planned for you this year at the Campground?  Well funny you ask, allow me to give you just a hint.

For the last few weeks I've been getting messages about camping from people who have never camped with us at The Spoke such as, if I get in late, will there be a place for me to camp?  I just laugh a little and explain to them that no matter what, we will always have room for anyone who shows up!  One of my favorite things and I know that it is many people's favorite thing is the fact that when you check in, you are not given a ten by ten camp spot with a number, you get your wristband, go through the gate and you are free to set up camp damn near anyplace you like, take as much room as you need or want and stake your claim!  Some like to be in the thick of things and set up camp to be the first in the pool in the morning or closest to the main bar.  Others like to set up camp down by hot rod lake and others who are huge fans of our spotless bathrooms like to set up near the bath houses and laundry rooms.  Another great thing that I love about The Spoke is that we don't ask you how many times do you think you will take a shower while you are with us and then charge you for it.  I mean fucking really folks, when is enough, enough?  Do you think you will be taking a shit each day?  Okay, well that is another 19 dollars.  I say fuck that shit!  I'm asked "Jack, how much does it cost to park a bike at The Spoke?  Here is another thing that makes me fucking nuts....  it is after all a motorcycle rally, how the fuck do you charge people to park a bike?  So the answer to that is NOTHING, we never charge to park bikes, that is just ridiculous!  The question that I've been asked most though is "what are you going to pull off this year you sick bastard"?  Well don't worry, I've got some serious debauchery planned for you twisted maniacs!  First and foremost though is the entertainment and holy good God have we got an incredible rally planned for you all!  The hardest working, best team in Sturgis has already been working for months to knock this out of the park for you guys. 

HERE IS A LINK TO ALL THINGS ENTERTAINMENT THIS YEAR.

The one and only Uncle Kracker will be blowing up the main stage.

We've also brought in one of the most rocking bands of all time that has been blowing up bike rallies again for the last few years and we are honored to have NIGHTRANGER decimating the main stage of The Spoke!

Now don't worry country music fans, we've got you covered too!  Country music superstar Joe Nichols will be joining us on the main stage in the great field of The Spoke.  If the name doesn't quite ring a bell for some of you rockers, everyone knows his hits like Tequila Makes Her Clothes Come Off!  Brothers, let me offer you some advice here even if you are not a huge fan of country music and that advice is this.....  BE THERE FOR THIS SHOW because I can only imagine the mass volume of lovely ladies who will be turned on from watching this show and looking for a bad ass on a Harley to take them for a ride afterwards!  For some reason, the ladies seem to love this guy, I've not quite put my finger on why they lose their minds over him yet, but I have a feeling I'll know soon enough.

We've also brought back a band that is one of the best live performance bands that I've ever had the pleasure to work with.  The very first time that I got to see them perform live I was stunned.  I had no idea of how many of their songs I even knew.  Very rarely at an event do I ever stop working.  When the headline band comes on, I usually run off to work on something else or prepare for when the show ends and it is once again my turn to take the mic.  The first time I was working and these guys began to play, I had no choice but to stop and just listen and enjoy the show.  THE BROKEN SPOKE SALOON is proud to announce the return of the one and only, Kentucky Head Hunters!

So I was going to throw up a whole bunch more pics and links and shit to so much more in the works for the party but it seems that Google just bitch slapped me and said that I am allowed no more space and that I have used my free quota of space up.....  damn, I thought we were over this shit already!

So allow me to just remind you that we are hosting the first annual, MISS BROKEN SPOKE CONTEST and I am telling you that right now, we have at least 25 stunning contestants lined up for this contest!  The entire property will be staffed once again by the best bar staff in the industry, our lovely ladies, our Bad Ass Marine and our own fire breathing bar tenders will all be there from open to close to serve you.  Daily contests like tricycle races, The Spoke Summer Suck Off, That's my man - I think, Honey I'm home and Swing your hose just to name a few!  The Chopping Block who joined us for the first time during Daytona Bike Week is making a triumphant return to THE SPOKE and hosting a bike show, party and hell, they even have their own bar!  The only THE POOL in Sturgis does our pool no justice whatsoever!  We are proud and humbled once again to be the host to THE WALL THAT HEALS, the rolling VietNam memorial wall.  Unless you have been in its presence, I can't begin to tell you the power that it holds.  Returning to THE SPOKE our dear friends, America's original extreme sport, The American Motordrome's WALL OF DEATH and in my opinion these guys are the hardest working team in the industry!  I could go on and on and on but I don't want you guys to have to read a novel here, I just want to let you know a few of the things we've got planned for you at the WORLD FAMOUS BROKEN SPOKE SALOON!

I can't wait to see you all again, we are going to have a blast.  If half the people who have told me that they are coming to stay with us at THE SPOKE show up, we are in for some serious shit!  So as the post of this title reads, you may want to head off to church or have a nice long talk with whatever higher power you hold dear and let them know that you are going to lose your mind and probably do some really inappropriate shit!  Do as I do and get forgiven before you even fire the bike up!  This way, you are covered.  Upon your return, if you get away with it all, throw an extra 20 in the collection plate next time it comes around, look up to the sky and throw the big man a wink!!!  You know that with his long hair and beard, Jesus would have been a biker and he'd  be rolling in on the sickest Knuckle in the universe if he weren't so busy these days!

So we are only a few days away.  For all of you who are making the pilgrimage to Mecca, be safe, have an amazing ride, stop and smell the 50 weight and start making memories right away!  All of us at The Spoke will be awaiting your arrival with ice cold beer all ready for you to suck down!

Until we see each other again,

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

Your friend,
Jack Shit

What have I done to deserve this?

There are days that I just can't get over how fortunate Diane and I are to be surrounded by such incredible people.  People who at a moments notice would drop everything to lend a hand when you are in need.  People who will listen to you complain even when they have their own troubles in life to deal with.  People who would give you the shirt off of their backs or the very bikes they ride from under their ass!  They say what you put out in to the world comes back.  For the longest time, we had wondered if this was true and if it was, we were patiently waiting for this to happen.  Over the last few years it has happened with gestures as small as stopping by out of the blue with my favorite desert to gestures as grand as friends giving me their motorcycles to ride when my bike was down!  Some of you may know that my trailer was stolen a few months back now and it really sucks.  I was telling a friend this story when he told me that our mutual friend, Brother Mario, yes, Dirty Sanchez, that Mario had just had his trailer stolen from the one and only Shed in Milwaukee!  I couldn't help but think to myself, why do such bad things happen to such good people?  Well Mario was here this past week for a short trip to AZ before he has to head back to Amsterdam and it was incredible to get to hang out with both him and his lovely wife Pat.  We all went out and had drinks and an unbelievable meal with another set of friends.  We laughed until we damn near cried.  Once again, as we sat there, I could not help but to think how blessed we are.

A few days later, we are on the phone and he tells me "you'll never fucking believe this, but guess what?"  What?  He gets a call from a mutual friend, the one and only Kevin "Teach" Baas.  Teach had received an email from out of the blue telling him that if he did not remove his trailer from where it was parked, that the guy would have no choice but to have it towed.  Teach said, "I don't have a trailer in Wisconsin"!  Can you describe the trailer or send me a pic so I know what you are talking about he asked the guy.  Sure enough, the guy emails him pics and it is Brother Mario's trailer, dumped on some back country road in Wisconsin.  Now why would someone go through the trouble to steal a trailer and then just leave it somewhere?  Because the trailer had this massive BAAS METALCRAFT STICKER on it and no matter how hard they tried, they could not get it off!  Painting over it would not have worked and with all the stickers it was too recognizable so they just dumped it.  That very sticker had Teach's website on it.  So the moral of the story is, BAAS METALCRAFT stickers are good luck!  So I was speaking with Teach about this the very next day and we were laughing.  He told me that I was having trouble with my knuck because it didn't have a sticker on it!  I told him that I was out of Baas stickers and not only that, but I was having a hell of a time trying to find the "CHANGE YOUR LUCK, RIDE A KNUCK" stickers.  He said he would look to see if he had one and if he did, he would send me one when he got a chance.  Today, Diane says, "are you waiting on a package from Teach?"  It took me a second and then it dawned on me.... why yes, yes I am....  I was so excited!  I tore in to that package like a kid at Christmas and boy oh boy was I surprised!  Not only did he hook me up with new Baas stickers but.......... oh hell, I'll show ya!

Now if only this package had gotten here two days ago, maybe I would not have to pull the motor out of my 65 year old Knucklehead.....  damn U.S. Postal service!!!!  So not only did he send me the "Change your luck" sticker but also a Knuckleheads Forever Sticker, an old school, Evel style HD sticker, a few Baas MC stickers but he also included a Knuck Motor Patch!  Something so silly as this envelope filled with a few trinkets if you will brought me so much joy and once again hammered home to me just how lucky I have it!  No matter how shitty things get, no matter how broke we are at times, we will always be wealthy because we have people like the ones that I mentioned in this post in our lives!  So look around you, take an inventory of your life and see what you are surrounded with.  If you are surrounded by those who just take and take and take and never give from the heart, no matter what the gesture, it may be time to reevaluate, take stock and clean house!  I do believe in karma, I do believe that what you put out comes back ten fold and I do believe in always doing the right thing at any cost!  So cherish the ones you love, give till it hurts and always trust your gut, it's usually right!

In the next week, I'll be leaving for the one and only Sturgis Motorcycle Rally and while there, I'll be blessed with getting to spend time with people that I love from all around the world and that is the biggest part of my compensation for working the event!  So if you are heading to Sturgis, make sure you come up and see me at the World Famous Broken Spoke Saloon and make my day!

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

Troops Ordered To Kill All Americans Who Do Not Turn In Guns

At first, when I saw the headline above, the title of this post I thought "yeah, okay, sure?"  Another sensationalized story to create and spread fear among the people that would get spread around the net like a wild fire.  No matter what these posts are, I keep an open mind when I watch the video or read the story and I make an educated decision FOR MYSELF on whether I believe what is in front of me.  I didn't change the title of this post from its original story from Info Wars.  Hell, I'd never even heard of Info Wars before this.  I was never a journalism student so I hope that I've given enough credit where credit is due here.  If you believe that this is fear mongering then so be it, but when you can see the documents in front of you how can you deny it?  When you see ARMORED PERSONNEL CARRIERS rolling down the streets of your town and they do not belong to the Army National Guard on their way to training, but they belong to the local Sheriff and PD, you have got to ask, what the hell is going on and you must wonder, what the hell is in store for us?  What do the people who make the deals, the decisions and OWN OUR LIVES know that we do not?  Well the answer is in this video.  I try to never get real political with this blog or on FaceBook with my posts unless it strikes at the core of my very being or at the core of being an American!  THIS IS A DIRECT ATTACK ON OUR RIGHTS.  The rights that hundreds of thousands of Americans have died to protect since we became the once truly great nation of the United States.   I know many people will say fuck that, they will have to take my gun from my cold dead hand and you know what, you are right, that is just where it will be taken from if you do not submit!  THIS IS A MUST WATCH VIDEO, yes, the entire video.  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

What a day!

I can't begin to tell you how very difficult it was to wipe the smile off of my face today.  I had some running around to do to hustle up an air tank so that I could fill up my front tire.  I was going to run it the way it was down to the gas station but I knew that I would probably pop the tube or waste the sidewall on the tire.  Luckily I found one, filled that bitch up and raced home to fill Koko with air.  I rolled her out on to the driveway and she fired on the very first kick!  She was ready to run and run she did.  To be honest, it has been at least 16 months since I've ridden her and the last time I parked her she had a God awful noise in the bottom end.  I hopped on her, threw my boy Adam's tank bag on the tank, filled with water, smokes and my phone, just in case the old girl wanted to teach me a lesson for not riding her and take a full on shit out in the desert.  Although the water came in handy at a stop light on the way home, I never had to bust out the emergency kit!  I rode her for 40 miles, damn near in circles, never getting more than 5 miles from the house in case I had to push her home.  Each time I stopped at a light, I'd look down for leaks, smoke or fire......  there was a little of everything but fire and you know what?  I didn't care!  The smell of that fresh 50 weight seeping ever so slightly out between the jugs evoked great memories of rides past.  The first five of those forty miles were horrifying to me.  The sounds that come from this old girl I had not heard in a long, long time.  Each and every single one of them sounded like something was terribly wrong with her.  With each bump in the road, with each jockey shifted change of gears they all came back to me.  The high pitched jingle on the lower right side, fuck, what is that?  Oh yeah, that is my Fabricator Kevin Brass Knuckle kicker pedal, once you hit 60 mph it taps the external oil filter.... What the hell was that?  Oh yeah, it's okay, that is the sound of the springs in the ol' springer compressing.  With each mile that passed under her tires, I could feel her coming in to her stride and each sound a familiar memory to me.  At first I didn't break 50 mph but that sure as hell didn't last long.  Last night I put 1 gallon of gas in her just in case I had to drain the tanks again.  After the first five miles, I rode her straight to the gas station and filled the tanks to the brim!  I rode her out in to the desert, parked her, running, in the middle of a traffic island and stepped back to take a look at my beautiful mistress in all her bad ass, sexy glory!  NO LEAKS worth mentioning, idling perfectly in the desert heat and ready to go.  I rode her back to the house and pulled up in front of the garage, took a few steps back and shot the photo above.  I could not get the smile off of my face!

I can't explain the joy that old bikes bring me, all of them.  To see an old knuck, pan or flattie engine even sitting on a shelf touches somewhere down deep in my soul and makes me dream of what that bike was and what it could be.  There are no ugly old bikes!  They are each beautiful and magical to me.  They all have a story to tell if only they could.  To see them going down the road makes me crazy and I chase them down, but to ride one is like nothing you have ever known.  There is just something so mystical about twisting the throttle on an antique piece of iron, stepping on the foot clutch and hand shifting through the gears and wondering what you would do if you really had to stop quickly, it is near impossible to put into words.  I stood there for a moment, just listening to her run today and thought that life is good.  No matter what the universe throws at us, no matter how hard the times, my knuck is back on the road and will bring me so much more joy!  I could not stop thinking about how proud I was to have this old girl in my garage but I was damn near 3/4's hard looking at her outside of it! 

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

Kookoo for Koko Knuck ! ! !

It's been nearly a year and a half since the last time I rode the knuckle.  I can't remember what rally I came home from but the weather had broken and it was gorgeous out.  I grabbed up the ol' lady and threw her on the back of the bike and we headed off to the annual Shriner's swap meet here in Phx.  On the ride home, I felt like the bike was lacking in its normal power and I heard a funny noise in the lower end.  The last thing I wanted to do was blow up my knuckle so I parked it.  When I had the time and the space to take a good look at her I would, very first time.  Well I'm sure many of you had said the same thing.  I'll get right around to that and never do.  My garage looks as if a bomb blew up in it and shit is everywhere.  I still have tools spread all over from the renovation work on the house.  I am horrible at losing parts when I take something apart and don't put it back together immediately, so I held off on doing anything.  Of course we ran in to some big time money troubles like so many others have in this suck ass economy and my mistress sat in a dark garage, lonely and un-ridden.  Each time that I went in to the garage to get something or to pull out another bike, I would touch the bars or the tank and tell her that I loved her and promise that one day soon, I'll be riding her again.  Well I could not take the thought of her sitting in that garage any longer. It was time for Koko to fire back to life.  Today was the day!  I didn't know what to expect, she usually makes me pay dearly for ignoring her.  Sturgis, here we come!  See you all at the Broken Spoke!

The Spoke's Spring Suck Off

In Laconia this year we hosted a few nights of oil wrestling and it was a big hit.  Each night we would auction off the right to oil down the girls.  The third night of the oil wrestling was to be our big night.  I had promoted it all day long and the crowd was hungry for some girl on girl battling.  We were all set, the pool was inflated, the oil was on hand and the crowd was jammed around the ring.  With 15 minutes before we were to start my boss came over, said "look at me, I've got something to tell you and I don't want you to get upset, I want you to fix it; the girls are not coming"!  What girls I asked?  THE WRESTLERS!  Holy shit, there is going to be a riot, what the hell do we do to entertain this crowd that is now packed to the gills?  Then the idea popped in to my head as I looked across the property in despair.  I saw the Pizza sign from our food vendor and remembered that they sold sausage and pepper sandwiches.  Holy shit, what if we just put some money on it and bring women out of the crowd to do their best simulated Suck off?  To say that it was a huge success would be to sell it short of what it was.  EVERYONE LOVED IT.  Here is a quick video clip my buddy Rodeo captured of the event!  I hope you enjoy it! 

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

I'm so sick of this shit!

Where does the greed end?  To fly from Arizona to Sturgis any other time of the year runs between $39 - $59 bucks each direction depending on what day you fly.  Now that is a direct flight from Mesa to Rapid City.  Those flights are going up each day as the rally gets closer.  I can understand that demand drives cost, it is the way of the world but when is enough, enough?  The round trip flight, if booked now is just under $400.  Here is the kicker now, so pay attention.  Those prices are on a small, regional carrier and it takes about 2.5 hours to fly there.  If you fly out of Phoenix, depending on what time you leave, it takes between 16 -20 hours to get to Rapid City with at least one layover, some flights two layovers and the cost is anywhere between $640 - $900!  Does this make any sense to anyone?  It takes about 16-20 hours to drive there!  Perhaps that is just what happens, the plane actually never takes off and it just follows the freeways to Rapid City. 

I had hoped that Diane would be able to join me for a few days early in the week before the rally got too busy and too intense to spend any time with her.  If she takes the less expensive flight, she is gone for 5 days and that is far too long to be away from home and work.  My niece who is moving in with us from Jersey just scored a great job here and begins on August 6th in Tempe and she has to be home for that.  This is the very reason why I try not to make plans and get excited about them as someone or something always screws them up! 

Speaking of Sturgis, check this shit out; Click on this damn link!  We've got some pretty big plans to entertain you all this year and I am looking forward to trying to bring some much needed smiles to your face!

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

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

Don't miss out on this shit!

Well by the photo at the top of this post you probably already have an idea of what this is going to be about, or so you thought you did.  Read on and find out, it's not exactly what you would expect it to be.  Sure the Broken Spoke is going out of their way to once again do everything in their power to show you the greatest time you've ever had while at the rally but they got a little something else up their sleeves as well for fans, friends and followers or your dear pal Jack Shit!  I have to admit that since the very first time that I ever stepped foot on to the Spoke property, I've been treated like a gentleman and with total respect, well by the folks at the Spoke that is, there were a few drunks and "graffiti artists" that are no longer fans of mine, but who gives a flying monkey fuck about them anyway?  As you guys know, for the last few years, I've been selling the traditional I Know Jack Shit shirts at rallies and off of this very blog.  A great many of you already own them.  If you don't, there is a link on the bottom right side of this very page to order them. 

When the powers to be at the top of the Broken Spoke food chain found out that the proceeds went to help me cover the massive costs of Diane's medical bills from the MS they came up with a great idea.  They also know that I am notorious for throwing free shit out to the crowd at every single rally and they've learned of the crowd's chanting of Jack Shit - Free Shit, Jack Shit - Free Shit. 
They wanted to continue on in the spirit of giving away free shit and came up with this kick ass idea.  What if for one week, beginning tonight at midnight, for all my friends who book their camping at the WORLD FAMOUS BROKEN SPOKE SALOON right up until midnight of July 13th, everyone got a limited edition, one time only, one run print, I Know Jack Shit shirt that has never before been seen and will never again be reprinted.  I thought that was fucking awesome of them and then they stepped up the deal.  Anyone who books during that time period, a portion of their camping proceeds will also go towards helping Diane with the crazy costs of her meds.  I must say that I was stunned by this offer and humbled once again by the generosity of the Broken Spoke towards both myself and my family!  So do you guys want to see the rough run of the shirt?  Well check this shit out.  Since you guys know that I'm most notably known for my brutal honesty, I wanted the shirt to be as in your face as possible without the bosses telling me to drop dead!  George the Painter took this shot of me last year right in the Sturgis BROKEN SPOKE so it could not be more appropriate.  Well that's enough of that shit, here ya go, check out the shirt.

It is just the BROKEN SPOKE'S way of saying a very special thank you to the great many of you amazing folks who support me no matter where it is that I go and I am blown away by it!  So when you book your tent or rv space, in the notes section of the order, type in I KNOW JACK SHIT or anything JACK SHIT related and the shirts are yours!  If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to reach out to me.  I know some of you guys are going to flip the fuck out because you booked yesterday or two days ago or weeks ago....  just hit me up and let me see what I can do about that for ya.

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for your undying support, you guys never let me down and I am blessed to have you all as friends.  I've already been asked, I can't make it to Sturgis, but I want to buy that shirt..... I'M VERY SORRY BUT As of right this moment,YOU CAN'T!  This is only for the folks camping with us this rally and as I said above, it will never be reprinted again.  Any of you who know me, know that my onstage and well off stage antics for that matter could get me fired at damn near anytime so this would then fall in to the "collectors item" category!!!

If you have never been to the World Famous Broken Spoke Saloon and wonder what it is like, allow me to offer you this example;

If there is anything that I can absolutely guarantee you, that is that you will have the time of your life and as Jay Allen always says, "we make memories at the Broken Spoke", some come and make some that will last a life time and get this I know Jack Shit limited edition shirt to boot!  Do me a favor if you would and share the link to this page and the link to the world famous BROKEN SPOKE SALOON

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

This is going to BE HUGE!

Ladies, this is the one!  This is not your $100 wet t contest, this is the real deal!  There are more than $11,000 in cash and prizes up for grabs.  You need to sign up right now.  A little bit nervous about entering, than grab up one or more of your smoking hot friends and enter together!  All you have to do is go right here Miss Broken Spoke, click that link and your are already half way there!

Now guys, if you know me in any way, shape or form, you know I put on one hell of a show and this one will not disappoint!  I've seen the entries that have already been approved and they are gorgeous!  So you need to hit up your girls and say "baby, it's time to go earn some money for the family", hell, look at it like going to Sturgis for the next few years for free!  If you know some other ladies that can represent, let them know about this, it's going to be an epic event!  I'll keep you all up to date as we get closer and closer to the rally, we are adding events and entertainment each and every single day.  Just wait to you see what your pal Jack Shit has in store for you guys this year 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