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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

New Bikes, New Bitches -Bedlam follows...

As many of you know, Joy and I got us a new Apple iPad. The BIG one too. And I thought life would once would be grand. And to be perfectly honest, our iPad does 95% of what we used our laptops for (all 3 currently dead). And if all you want to do is look at what someone else is doing on the web, then your good to go unless it has FLASH content, then your just as screwed as a first time Prom date. Where the iPad fails me, is in trying to blog, or use some other type of social interhole. As long as text is what blows your skirt up, you can do that, but the iPad is as useful as a deaf blind mute if you want to upload pictures, anywhere. And that's why my blogs here have run into a brick wall. So, please bear with me while I dig through some dumpsters and see what I can come up with to remedy the problem.

NEW BIKES: Don't I frigging wish! Project RoadPig is STILL, just that, a project. She's kinda like that girl you saw at the park that was bending over to pick up a Frisbee. Nice, long, tan legs, great ass, long beautiful jet black hair, a figure that would make a tuning fork vibrate. And then she turned around and she's at least as old as my Grandmother! Dry heaves! Well, that's how me and The Pig are getting along. I know there's potential, I can see the lines that I want under the rust and the dust. And I know exactly what needs to be done, and I can do that. Not exactly the way I want to do it, but I can get it done. I just don't do it. And putting my finger on the demotivator is hard. Is it the money? The time? The effort? Fear of having it turn out like so many of these lame assed bikes wind up looking like? The tools? I really don't know what it is folks. But for now, Project RoadPig is Project NO Pig until I can relight my fire.

2011 FATBOY: I got a chance to help an old schoolmate out last week by helping her and her son who is a new motorcycle rider, get his brand spanking new 2011 Harley Davidson FatBoy from their storage unit in Trussville, to the Oak Mountain Amphitheater parking lot (huge) in Pelham so he could get some basic riding time under his belt before he headed out to play in the traffic. He did real good with the bike and I have the utmost confidence that he'll treat her right, and in return, she'll take care of him too. I enjoyed the ride too. But then I enjoy any ride!

2005 TRIUMPH AMERICA: Now it's been a long, long, LONG, time since I've been a trumpet player. Rode Triumph 650 Bonneville's back in the day a lot, along with the occasional BSA Lightning and Norton Commando. So my ass knows what a good Triumph feels like underneath it. Had a short experience with an asshole and a Triumph Triple crotch rocket a few years back so I was aware that "Queenie" and the Triumph namesake was still turning out bikes. Then a friend bought one. All of my reports on his Triumph America are second hand stories and opinions as told to me by others. But betwixt all of the info I ever got on the Triumph America, it's ALL been GREAT! And that's rare. WELL... Guess who has a friend who just told me he's ready to sell his 2005 Triumph America? That's right. ME! And I'm seriously considering it too. The price is right, the bike is in great shape, I know it's history for the last 3 years and I know the owner has taken very good care of her too. So, if I can get my little green ducks to stand up and be counted, I might just be the new owner of a sweet Triumph America soon. After I made up my mind last night that I wanted to buy it, I couldn't sleep thinking about all the road trips I got planned. Keep your fingers crossed!

ROAD TRIPS: So, with the thoughts of a new bike in the barn rolling through my little head, I started thinking about the places I've always wanted to go. Here's a few of them...

Grapevine, Texas: Somebody stepped in a whole bucket of shit in Grapevine, TX. And their names were Bonnie and Clyde! Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow had a good thing going back in their day. They were tired of the Government and the big businesses of the day sticking their noses in everybody's lives and robbing them blind. So, they robbed back. They were "America's
Sweetheart Hero Criminals" of the day. But, they didn't see that bucket of shit in Grapevine TX, and stepped in it with both feet. On a rural dirt road outside of Grapevine, TX, two motorcycle cops pulled up behind a car parked under the shade of a big old oak tree. As they approached the car on foot, they were ambushed and shot by the occupants of the car. As the Police Officer lie wounded in the middle of the dirt road, they were needlessly executed at point blank range for the shear fun of it. At least that's how the public saw it, and it was here, on a dirt road outside of Grapevine, TX that "opinion", turned against Bonnie and Clyde and set in motion, the soon to follow events that would result in their death. I want to stand in that road.

Gibbsland, LA: Another of my Bonnie and Clyde road trips, but the end of the road, for Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow. It was here in Gibsland, LA that they were lied, lured and laid by the FBI. I want one of those bullets!

Trail of Tears: There's an annual Trail of Tears Motorcycle Ride already, but I march to the sound of a single drummer and prefer to go my own way, at my own pace. Some of my Indian Ancestors made that march, on foot, and I want to retrace that time and sleep where they slept, eat where they ate and walk a mile in their moccasins in hopes of connecting spiritually with my people. On my Mother's side of the family tree, I am 1/16th Cherokee Indian. On my Father's side, I get both Blackfeet and Apache Indian blood. I can feel them, often. And they are angry souls.

Civil War-Memphis to Rome GA Battle: Union Col William Straight, took Memphis, but Confederate Col Nathan Bedford Forest was sent to engage, defeat and arrest the intruder. The running battle across TN, MS, AL and GA ensued ending in Rome GA with the surrender and arrest of Col Straight. He was then taken as a Confederate Prisoner of War to the Confederate Prison in Selma, Al. I can't exactly retrace every footstep, but I gotta go.

Civil War Battlefield Tour: What a road trip this is gonna be! Can you imagine sleeping in the same exact spot where Confederate and Union Soldiers slept, fought and died 150 years ago? What about standing in the exact spot where the pile of amputated arms and legs were reported to be 15 feet high? Two armies walked onto the battlefields of that war, ONE Country walked off that battlefield, UNITED!

And these are just a SMALL sampling of road trips I've always wanted to do. But I got my road gear, packed, and ready to go, just got to get a good iron horse under my saddle and the adventures will begin...

Friday, March 11, 2011

WOW! Too late for N.W. Japan to think about the Earthquake Drill, they just got hit with 8.9 EARTHQUAKE & TSUNAMI!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

There is NOTHING like sitting in front of a roaring fire on a cold, damp night! Ahhh. . .
6'1'' again. Look out Cheesey Grits here I come!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

My phone smells like bacon! Guess I need to carry the doggie snacks in the other pocket huh?
To Harbor Freight Tools I go. . . AGAIN! Giggle, giggle, squeal, squeal!

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Bikers, Bitches & Bedlam...

Got to start somewhere... And to start off a new blog with a dislocated finger is going to suck, a lot. I'd like to say I popped some sucker in the mouth who sorely deserved it and dislocated my finger, but I'd be lying through my teeth. Truth is, I popped it out of joint trying to raise a window so I could enjoy a little flow-thru ventilation since the weather has been so nice this week here in Dixie. It's been 4 days now, and the swelling went down yesterday and I can move it a little without grimacing in pain. It had me worried at first, thought I had either broken the knuckle or torn some tendons off the bone. But I think it's on the mend, for now.

This getting old shit is not for the weak or timid, I'll tell you that right up front. And when you never really planned on seeing things past your 20's, it makes it all the more interesting. No, didn't have a "death wish", just lived fast and furious and didn't really give a flying shit about whether I saw the sun come up the next day or not. By the time I was 20, I had already been shot 5 times and stabbed 3, had seen half of my friends either OD or go off to jail for the rest of their good years. Many of them are just now getting out of prison. Love just wasn't happening the way I wanted it to either, so wasn't a lot to look forward to long term one way or another. But the sun comes up every morning whether you give a shit or not, and I'm just like the next guy, so you do it all over again, and again, and again...

Finally found my soulmate (32 years next anniversary), we had three wonderful kids and as I write, 2 wonderful Grandkids from our oldest son. Middle son and his wife are starting to talk about kids in a serious tone so maybe we'll have some more little Suggs running around underfoot soon. Our youngest, and only daughter is looking for love, so who knows maybe she'll find a good man and we'll have a plethora of Grandkids running around. I had one of those patriotic moments back in the 1980's after our first son was born and joined the USAF. Wound up doing six years as a cop no less, stuck out in the middle of Okla-Fricking-Homa for my entire 6. Yeah, there were some TDY's here and there but aside from the friends, Brothers, and Sisters, I made while there, OkieDokie Land sucks ass. Smells like ass, looks like ass, tastes like ass (don't ask...). But it did allow me to do my thing for my country as my Father and my Grandfather did, but I'd really be happy to not see any of my kids/Grandkids carry on this family tradition.

And don't get me wrong, I'm not dissin' any of our troops, proud of and respect each and every one of them, it's the System I fear. Matter of fact, as I have gotten a little older, I have gotten a lot wiser at seeing these "systems" for what they really are. Money makers and self justification is all most "systems" amount to when you look at them with an open mind. Take the "War on Drugs" system. How long have we been fighting that one folks, how many BILLIONS of dollars have we dumped down the toilet year after year? Are we any better off? I think if anything, there are more drugs today than when the "War" begun. We're in the same boat with all of our "Wars". The "War on Crime" is the largest money maker in this country. Have you ever stopped and thought about just how many people are totally dependent for their livelihood on crime. Hundreds of thousands of people, not just the cops. Every time some piece of shit breaks into your car/house/business, he/she fuels the "Crime System" to another level. Crime does indeed pay, every two weeks, with benefits too!

Take the lowly Parking Ticket, when you find one on your windshield, Congratulations, you just enabled at least 100 people to feed their family for another day! Who you ask? Well think about it a minute. Who comes to mind when you think about that parking ticket and how it got there. That's right, THE METER MAID! Well, your right, that bitch probably did put the ticket on your windshield, but it didn't start with her and it won't end with her either. Ok, your meter expired, BAM... ticket! How did the meter get there? Who installed it? Who empties it? Who fixes it when it breaks (or you beat the ever loving shit out of it with your tire iron...). Who cleans it? Who puts those numbers on it? Who built it? Who painted the parking space markers? Who drew the map that shows the pencil necks at City Hall where all the meters are located? And how did the Meter Maid get to your car? That's right, the Interceptor II, By GoFour Industries. So the vehicle, the tires, the oil, the wipers, the headlights, the mechanics, the garage, the flashyflashy lights on top, the bulbs, the gas, the paint, the decals, the radios, the cup holders, the insurance, the repairs, the maintenance, the training (top heavy little boogers...), the battery, and on and freaking ON! And we haven't even gotten to the actual paper ticket yet, have we? If you stop to think just how many little people all play their tiny little roles in the "War on Crime", it adds up real fast. And that's why it will never be won, too many people depend on "crime" in all it's ugly facets to make their paycheck. Why would anyone want to win it, and put an end to it?

So, yeah, I'm not a big fan of "systems" to say the least. At worst they are designed to prey on the people at large, and at best they are just self supporting leaches. So, I really have sort of lost my aim here. Let's see... Bikers, Bitches & Bedlam. Bob, I'll take Bikers for $200.00 please. Do I have enough "finger" left to even get started on this one? I really don't think I do actually. AND, The Walking Dead Season 1 Marathon starts in 5 minutes too! So looks like this is all your gonna get out of me for this sitting. Stay tuned as I spin my wheels, jack my jaw and generally try to impress you with tall tales about myself. I'm a legend in my own mind...