Sunday Madness. I’m hungover. I had a list a mile long for content project on Bikernet today including the Sunday Post. Hell, Johnny Humble is all over me to publish his masterful Sturgis report. My e-mail is full of bike features, techs and fiction. I can’t seem to move fast enough, and then the girls announced they were having a party last night and I had to disappear. Disappear? The only way I disappear is to find another girl. They wouldn’t go for that.
I rumbled out of the headquarters after nearly completing my Sturgis ride report, except the girls were too busy decorating the headquarters for the party to code the images. I headed south along the coast pondering the evening. I have a code in today’s bullshit DUI climate. I refuse to get one. Hell, I can’t afford the hassle and I don’t agree with them. So it was 7:00 in the evening and I had to pace myself until 2:00 a.m.
On Pacific Coast Cycles a Frisco styled highbar kid passed me and I couldn’t have that so I caught up with him. We rode along through Seal Beach and Sunset Beach then my throttle jammed just at Mothers, a famous Biker hangout. I pulled off and monkeyed with the carb. It seemed to be fine, probably Wyoming road grime. There were a half dozen twin cams parked outside and everyone inside were already drunk. There was even one patch holder inside, but I couldn’t figure out what he was riding. Nothing fit. I had an ice-cold Corona, but they didn’t have any limes in the tiny bar. Bullshit, I took a slice of lemon and fixed the beer.
Imagine a bar, the size of a single-car garage, and they had a band, blasting their hearts out. Women were screamin’ and the place was elbow to elbow. Not my type of joint. A big titted tiny young lady crowded in the door with a pizza from next door and I asked her if the food was good. Of course she said, “Yep.” So I escaped the 50-something bar and pushed the Shovel next door for pasta and quiet.
I’ll tell you the rest of my illustrious evening story after the news:
We want to thank all of our fans for coming to the Rally and thank the Bikers for Making us feel at home. TripStone had the honors of sharing the stage with Confederate RailRoad and some other local acts as well, and all in all it was just a great weekend to hang out and party with the gang at the Monticello Rally. TripStone Looks forward to seeing all of you soon.
Next TripStone show will be August 27th 2005 at the 42 club located 7 miles north of Petal Ms on HWY 42 at the Forrest / Perry Co. line. only bar out there easy to find. show time is 9 P.M. until
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I would like to sell the Cafe Racer that I have had for years. I just do not use it anymore and it has ended up just sitting under a cover. Can you please forward this out to the guys in hopes there may be some interest?
This is a 1977 XLCR Cafe Racer, number 218. I have owned it for 15 years or more and it is one of the nicest and most correct CR’s I have seen. It runs and operates like new. Mileage is 21,000, however the motor was dialed in by Jerry Wilhelmy in Mpls, which he built many of the XR-1000 racers for H-D. This CR will come with the H-D accessory two-up seat, passenger peg assembly, plus the parts and service manuals. I also have the stock shocks for it. The only error on the bike is the Metzeler tires. (Sorry, but the Goodyear Raised White Letter Eagle A/T’s just would not have worked for all these years).
If you ever thought of having one of these, this is certainly a fine example of a classic!
The price is $10,000.00, and it is in Spearfish, SD.
I also have a ton of extra XLCR parts that would be sold separate of the bike.
Tom Motzko
605-642-3736 (work)
605-642-3372 (home)
605-639-3014 (cell)
tmotzko@dragspecialties.com
I cannot tell you how much it meant to me to see you live, via human form in Sturgis. I was very happy, even though it was way too brief. How the heck are you? Write, call, whatever…
I am always here for you as well.
Love and respect,
–GOTH
Need some advice here. I’m a 25+ year rider and just signed all the paperwork for a 2006 Heritage Classic. First-things-first, new pipes! WRONG!!! The new 2006’s, excluding the V-Rod and Dyna’s now all have a catalytic converters. So what, you say. Well, if your Harley dealer messes with the FI Mapping, they will be going against the EPA laws and may face a $25,000 fine.
I ordered the V&H Long Shots and will install them myself, but the dealer will NOT touch my bike. They’re afraid of getting nailed with a fine. WTF!
I will NOT, can NOT ride a quiet bike, just no way! This is the bike that I’ve always wanted and now the rotten EPA if forcing Harley to stay away from any bike that does not have “stock” pipes. ScreamingEagle, right! My only choice is to try to find a Heritage with a carb and not EFI. Right now, I can’t find one.
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!! Next we will all be forced to ride with helmets!!!!!!!!
Any suggestions????? I will cancel my order and just stick with the POS I’ve got, at least it’s loud.
I’m from New Jersey. I’ve Been looking in to the Power Commander and have a E-mail in to them. My guess is that by installing the Power Commander and using their map, riders will be able to install anything they want. However, a PC is about $365. Very good for Power Commander, not so good for the rider. I’ll let you know. Looks like Uncle Sam is really working over time on Harley.
–Phil Spear
I’m working on a story this week on the EPA standards for 2006 and how builders across the country will deal with them. I will also interview pipe manufacturers, Fuel Injector makers and electronic ignition manufacturers on what they will produce to keep our industry alive through these restrictions. Hang on. –Bandit
BEST BIKER FICTION 1?
BACK IN 1979 IS WHEN BEST BIKER FICTION # 2 WAS PRINTED , BEST BIKER FICTION # 3 WAS PRINTED IN 1984 . WAS THERE A BEST BIKER FICTION # 1 ? I HAVE NEVER SEEN ONE , BUT WOULD LIKE TO KNOW BECAUSE IF THERE WAS I WOULD LIKE TO FIND IT FOR MY BIKER FICTION COLLECTION !
–SNAKE:
Yep, and I was on the cover with a blonde cutie. –Bandit
Hillary Clinton goes to a primary school in Ithaca, New York, to talk about the world. After her talk she offers question time. One little boy puts up his hand, & the Senator asks him what his name is.
“Kenneth.”
“And what is your question, Kenneth?”
“I have three questions:
1 … Whatever happened to your medical health care plan?
2 … Why would you run for President after your husband shamed the office?
3 … Whatever happened to all those things you took when you left the White House?”
Just then the bell rings for recess. Hillary Clinton informs the kiddies that they will continue after recess.
When they resume Hillary says “OK, where were we? Oh, that’s right, question time. Who has a question?”
A different little boy puts his hand up.
Hillary points him out & asks him what his name is.
“Larry.”
“And what is your question, Larry?”
“I have 5 questions:
1 … Whatever happened to your medical health care plan?
2 … Why would you run for President after your husband shamed the office?
3 … Whatever happened to all those things you took when you left the white house?
4 … Why did the recess bell go off 20 minutes early?
5 … What happened to Kenneth?”
Engineered form and function, from scratch – we have seen many controls out there and combined our thoughts to make a truly kool working control. CNC billet aluminum construction with stainless steel shafts.
Positive stop brake lever prevent lock up. Oversize folding angle adjustable knurled pegs offer sure footing. Each master cylinder is pressure tested to ensure years of trouble free use. Sold in complete bolt on kits for Softail? frames from 1986 to 1999 (with control mount in OEM position).
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Available in show polish or triple chrome plated.
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Do you know what happened this week back in 1850?
California became a state.
The State had no electricity.
The State had no money.
Almost everyone spoke Spanish.
There were gun fights in the streets.
So basically, it was just like California today except the women had real tits.
located in Newport, RI is owned and operated by Mike Von Villas. Mike is a 30+ year rider, himself, and has been painting bikes for over 15 years. Many of his bikes have gone on to win shows. Although he will paint just about anything, Mike especially likes the challenges of creating something unique. He is known for working VERY closely with each of his customers throughout every stage of the job. He is also known for being very meticulous and detail-oriented. No job leaves the shop until it is “Mike-quality.”
He will be more than happy to answwer any of your questions, or send you pictures of his latest work. He can be contacted at VonGraphics@aol.com, or 401-845-0694.
Zipper’s has developed new aluminum alloy cylinders in 3-13/16″ bore to increase 883 and 1200 XL/Buell engines to 88″ with the stock stroke – the largest bore size that the stock XL case can be safely bored for. These cylinders are manufactured with high quality cast-in iron liners and will work in all types of performance applications.
We can fit these cylinders with your choice of several piston designs (see website) to accommodate specific usages, or you can purchase these cylinders un-sized to fit your pistons. Includes design improvements for structural integrity, plus cooling fins have been increased to improve heat transfer. Available in two versions to match both fin profiles: early (’86-’03 models) and late (’04-Up models). See your favorite dealer or contact:
6655-A Amberton Drive
Elkridge, MD 21075
Phone 410.579.2828 Fax 410.579.2835
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She married and had 13 children. Her husband died. She married again and had 7 more children. Again, her husband died. But, she remarried and this time had 5 more children.
Alas, she finally died. Standing before her coffin, the preacher prayed for her. He thanked the Lord for this very loving woman and said, “Lord, they’re finally together.”
One mourner leaned over and quietly asked her friend, “Do you think he means her first, second or third husband?”
The friend replied, “I think he means her legs.”
–from Jester
Bethel, CT- TP Engineering has just received their EPA certification on July 1st which qualifies them as a true OE engine manufacturer in all 50 states. Custom and OE bike manufacturers can now add TP Engineering engines to their bikes and receive state approval for distribution in all 50 states.
TP Engineering is the leading premier engine builder in the US. One of the best kept secrets in the industry is that TP Engineering manufacturers all of their own parts, cases and internal components of each and every engine that they build. They are totally “self contained!” All external and internal parts and components are manufactured right here in the United States. Unlike most engine manufacturers, you will never find a TP part being made overseas.
Their 2005 engine line up includes a 114″, 121″ and 124″ all packed full of reliable “fire breathing” horsepower and “stump pulling” torque and feature their new proprietary Scramjet air cleaner which performs as good as it looks. And TP has several patented products found on each one of their engines that are “totally” unique to them. All TP engines are designed, engineered and manufactured in-house which simply means that they rely on no one to produce their engines. All of these factors add up to a quieter, smother running high performance engine.
For dealers or custom bike builders interested in adding TP Engineering products to their line up, products please call 866-873-6446 or email them at info@tpeng.com. To see the latest from TP Engineering, visit www.tpengineering.com.
I am selling the metal models in the picture I sent you. They are all hand made and I can get any design your customer wants, they are all very unique, all made from bike chains etc….
Price are dependent on size and design
–Malcolm
mail to: mgmthird@hotmail.com
When former Governor and Congressman Bill Janklow was sentenced to 100 days for killing a motorcyclist in an accident, there were rumblings of boycotting Sturgis because the punishment seemed too lenient. Recently, with thousands of bikers beginning to stream into Sturgis for the 65th rally, there is little talk about Janklow.
But yesterday, the South Dakota Bar Association recommended that Janklow get back his law license. Even with that recommendation, the bar was critical of Janklow’s actions, calling him indifferent to compliance with traffic laws. Bikers have mixed reactions to Janklow’s appeal. “I think that God has a plan, whatever it may be for him. I sure it will come through today, tomorrow or next week,” said Wisconsin biker John Teed.
“He can’t even follow the laws of the state and he’s gonna kill somebody and now he’s gonna go back to practicing law? He belongs in jail,” said Georgia biker Jim Canton.
The judge in the case, Rodney Steele, says Janklow shouldn’t be allowed to practice law until his three-year probation ends in 2007.
By Jack Siebold
–from Rogue
A guy in a bar stood up and shouted, “Lawyers are assholes!”
A guy at the other end of the bar shouted back “I resent that remark.”
The first guy asked “Why… are you a lawyer?”
The second guy responded “No, I’m an asshole.”
–from Art Friedman
THERE YOU HAVE IT–Now back to my story. As 20 some lesbians scrambled into the highly decorated Bikernet Headquarters, downed shots and ripped at each other’s clothes I finished my pasta, fired the Shovel and moseyed back toward Long Beach. It was still too early to hit the bars so I stopped in on Dr. Nuttboy. He wants to help us build bikes, but in the meantime he’s working on his second Masters degree studying Irish history or stone-age art. I don’t know.
I’m not kidding this guy is a fuckin’ genius. He’s teaching Art and Art history at two community colleges and developing an Art History Internet course. In his spare time he handle personal finances and stock market maneuvering for clients, helps families under stress (a doctor in psychology) and remodels kitchens. His wife of 30 years complains that he drinks too much and she drives the first car, a VW bug, she bought as a teenager. Life is nuts, but he’s one of my best friends.
Then I stopped to check on mom who lives three doors down from Nuttboy. She’s 83 and recently experienced her first health hiccup, a heart problem. She’s like Nuttboy, constantly on the move until recently. If she wasn’t traveling she was taking a college course, attending an exhibition or flying to a jazz concert. It was closing on midnight at I rumbled off the island where they live and into Downtown Long Beach. It was time to find a bar. I cruised House of Hayden, but the crowd had spilled out into the street and I’m not much for crowds. I kept rolling. I tried to hit Pine Avenue, but it was jammed with traffic so the Blue Caf? was out. I was hoping for a night of King Cotton and the King Pins, but that didn’t happen.
I kept rolling over the bridges onto Terminal Island, the container parking lot for Long Beach and Los Angeles harbors. I ended up at the San Pedro Brewing Company. San Pedro is always mild with a twist. There’s real bikers, gangsters and lots of broads in the bars nowadays. I kicked back in the old styled, high ceiling, ’20s wooden bar, saloon and ordered a Jack on the rocks.
The kids at the bar were yelling at one another and taking shots. I didn’t get it. Why risk a DUI, loosing your license and $5,000 in fines and attorney fees? But I kicked back and watched as they dropped shots in beers and downed the sweet mess. I milked the Jack and watched the world championship of Little League. The bar crowded diminished, they shut down and kicked my ass out around 1:00. I stood on the street and watched drunks stumble out of bars in into their cars. I wished them a lucky roll of the dice and stood by the Shovelhead and pondered my next move.
Pedro’s an interesting town. The harbor side is without a coffee shop open after midnight. The place dries up, so I rolled along harbor watching the lights over the main channel until the road turned inland. There it was, in a small strip mall, a goddamn donut shop. I rumbled in and ordered a coffee while checking my watch and envisioning naked women dancing around the Headquarters. I finally received the all-clear call, but the girls were still scattered around the Cantina. As the Shovel barked and I rode into the headquarters they began to scramble. “Wait, goddamnit,” I hollered. “Don’t leave on account of me.” They didn’t and we didn’t hit the hay until 4:00 a.m. That’s why we’re late with the news. Bloody Marys all around.
–Bandit
