I was planning on doing a road ride Thursday evening but the timing really didn't work out so I hopped on the chopper to do a ride around the neighborhood. A friend of mine saw me and pulled over and we were talking and he asked me how much it costs. When I told him 700 bucks I think his eyes popped out of his head.

Hey, it's all where your priorities lie I suppose. I liken it to a pedal powered middle-aged crisis kind of thing. Ain't no way I will be able to afford a sports car, so why not have a few spiffy bikes on hand to ride around?


That's a pic of my friend's son Alex standing in front of a whole different kind of chopper. My buddy is the shop foreman for a large header manufactor and they get to do some wild one-off work from time to time and Alex gets to check out his dad's handiwork.

I'd say he's a lucky kid.

The best I can do is 16 bites.

This is some scary shit. And it's gonna happen.

George needs to download a file


Even Ronald likes a little porn now and then.

Here is why I immediately head for home when I hear thunder when I am out riding. Had 2 close calls over the past 10 years-I don't wanna be 3 times lucky.

Hopefully this dumbass will have a black drill sargent when he gets to Paris Island.

Till later.