An interesting stimulating week. The girls got crazy last night and made my week. Do all women have that psycho tendency? Ah, but if you don’t shoot them or throw ’em out a window, when they ‘re unleashed from the spell, times are amazing. Let’s get to the news, I’ll touch her later:
What Did I Tell Ya
A study in Wisconsin showed that the kind of male face a woman finds attractive can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle.
For instance, if she is ovulating she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features. And if she is menstruating, she is more prone to be attracted to a man with scissors shoved in his temple and a bat jammed up his ass while he is on fire.
Further studies are expected.
–from BubbleHead
Sunday Project Report
I was not sure where to send these pics of the Gas Tank for my 2001 FXST so thought you were the man to decide. The guy who did the paintwork is Darren Horton here in England.
My brief to him was I wanted paintwork to reflect my nickname, we sat down for a couple of hours or more tossing around ideas and here is the end product.
The fenders are again marbelised but with lost souls coming out of the paintwork.
–The Ferryman
Luigi’s Honeymoon!
After returning from his honeymoon in Florida with his new bride, Virginia, Luigi stopped in his New York neighborhood barbershop to say hello to his friends. Giovanni said, “Hey, Luigi, How was a da treep?”
Luigi said, “Everything was a perfect except for da train a ride down.”
What’a you mean, Luigi?” asked Giovanni.
“Well, we boarda da train at Grand Centrala Station. My beautiful Virginia had packed a biga basket a food with vino and cigars for a me, and a we were looking a forward to da trip. All was OK until we gotta hungry and opened up a da luncha basket. The conductor came by, wagged his a finger at us and a say, ‘no eat in dese’a car. Musta use a dining car.’ So, me and my beautiful’a Virginia, we go to dining car, eat a biga lunch and begin to open a bottle of vino! Conductor walk by me again, wag his a finger and say,’No drinka in dese’a car. Must’a use’a cluba car,’ so we go to club’a car. While’a drinking vino, I start to light’a my big’a cigar. The conductor, he wag’a his finger again and say, ‘No smokea in dese’a car.’ Must’a go to smoker car.’ We go to smoker car and I smoke’a my cigar.
“Later, my beautiful Virginia and I, we go to sleeper car and’a go to bed. We just about to have’a sex and the conductor, he walka through car corridor shouting at top of his voice, ‘NO’FOLK’A, VIRGINIIA! NO’FOLK’A VIRGINIA!’
“Next’a time, Imadriva down!
–from Jay Hodge
Attorney Makes Cycles His Business
Attorney Michael Hupy has built a niche business for himself, representing motorcycle riders in personal injury cases and advocating their rights in other legal debates.
He not only has a sign advertising his services across from Steny’s on National Ave. at S. 2nd St. but also a booth at the Harley-Davidson swap meet across from the Italian Community Center on E. Chicago Street.
“I grew into it,” Hupy said Thursday. ?Several bikers came to me with accident cases, I did a good job for them, and they kept sending more and more cases.?
Hupy is doing more than drumming up business during the Harley-Davidson 100th Anniversary Celebration. He donated tickets to Harley-Davidson lakefront events to four New York firefighters who were at the scene of the attack on the World Trade Center in New York, and tickets for four of their friends.
A private reception for the firefighters drew about 120 bikers to Tony Sanfelipo’s home in the Town of Vernon. Sanfelipo is the founder of ABATE of Wisconsin, a bikers’ advocacy group, and an investigator for Hupy.
Kustom Fab Build Feature Comin’
Watch for this feature from Hawaii. It gives real insight into the though process behind a sharp custom. Roger at Kustom Fab can be reached at: 808-523-1112.
A Voice From The Past
Will Rogers, who died in a plane crash with Wylie Post in 1935, was probably the greatest political sage that America has ever known. Enjoy the following quotes:
1. Never slap a man who’s chewing tobacco.
3. There are 2 theories to arguing with a woman, neither works.
4. Never miss a good chance to shut up.
6. If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.
7. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it and put it back in your pocket.
9. Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
10. If you’re riding ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it’s still there.
11. Letting the cat out of the bag is a whole lot easier then putting it back.
12. After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him. The moral: When you’re full of bull, keep your mouth shut.
–from Rev CarlR
Mad As Hell
YOUR RECENT JACKLOW ARTICLE PUBLISHED THIS WEEK WRITTEN BY DARREL KILLION (ABATE of South Dakota) WAS AN ABSOLUTE KICK IN NUTS FOR BIKERS THROUGHOUT THE WORLD… FOR A REPRESENTATIVE OF ABATE AND IT’S BOTTOM LINE PURPOSE, HE OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD NOT BE A SELLOUT TO OUR BROTHERHOOD…. IT SICKENS ME THAT A REPRESENTATIVE FOR ABATE WOULD BOW TO THE PREESURE OF BIG BROTHER AND THE UNBALANCED SCALES OF JUSTICE…. I FOR 1 WILL NEVER SURRENDER…. DARREL NEEDS TO RESIGN HIS POSITION AND SELL SHOES…
–BEAR
CARROLLTON, GEORGIA
Iraqi Gold Discovery
At approximately 301000Z, Jul 03, the governor’s brother, Ahmed (Abu Saif) Witwit, who is in charge of city hall security reported the following information to TF 1/4 XO, Maj Holahan: Three days ago, local police stopped a fuel truck because it had improper license plates. The driver was released, and the truck impounded at the government’s truck lot.
This morning, the governor’s brother received an anonymous phone call, offering 15 million Iraqi Dinar for the fuel truck. The governor’s brother claims he declined the offer, mustered six security personnel, and proceeded to the impound lot. At the impound lot, they inspected the vehicle. There were 6 padlocks that sealed the fuel storage tank. The fuel storage tank was empty of fuel but allegedly had “some sort of metal bricks”. The truck was taken to city hall and turned over to Major Holahan.
The truck was susequently brought to Babylon. Here are the pictures of what was in the fuel truck. Sounds like a movie script. The bricks are being tested now.
Hang Him High
BANDIT THE ARTICLE FROM ABATE S.D. IS BOGUS!!! JANKLOW MUST DO TIME WE CANT ALLOW PEOPLE TO KEEP MOWING US DOWN AND NOTHING GETS DONE BUT A FINE.
KILL A BIKER GO TO JAIL, PERIOD.
–GEOFF & C.J. MELBOURNE FL
Jay’s Chop Ready For The Road
Its a 1977 Ironhead Sporty. I rebuilt the motor last winter. While The motor was being rebuilt I made it a hardtail frame, then I cut on the neck to fit the twisted springer.
Found the Amen tank and a buddy gave me the two-up seat. I built the oilbag out of 4-inch stainless pipe and bent the sissy bar.
Also converted to foot clutch and hand shift. It turned out real nice, rides like a dream.
Thanx Jay
The Old Piano Player
He was a ragged looking old man who shuffled into the bar that afternoon. Stinking of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands shook as he took the “Piano Player Wanted” sign from the window and gave it to the barkeeper. “I’d like to apply for the job,” he said.
The barkeeper wasn’t too sure about this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been a while since he had a piano player and business was falling off.
“What do you do?” he asked.
“I used to be a fighter pilot in WWII,” was the answer. Now, really unsure, but, the barkeeper decided to give him a try…he really needed more business.
“The piano is over there…give it a go. ”
The old man staggered his way over to the piano and several patrons snickered. But, by the time he was into the third bar of music, every voice was silenced. What followed was a rhapsody of sound and music unlike anyone had ever heard in the bar before. When he finished, there wasn’t a dry eye in the place.
The barkeeper bought the old guy a beer and said that he sounded really, really good. “What do you call that tune?” he asked.
“It’s called Drop Your Panties, Baby, We’re Gonna Rock &Roll Tonight,” said the old pilot as he took a long pull from the beer. “I got another one,” …and he began to play again. What followed was a knee-slappin’ hand-clappin bit of ragtime that had the place jumping.
People were coming in from the streets to hear this guy play. After he finished, the pilot acknowledged the applause and told the crowd that last song was called “Big Boobs Make My Afterburner Dance.” He then excused himself as he lurched off to the men’s room.
After thinking a bit, the barkeeper decided to hire the guy, no matter how bad he looked, or what ever he called his songs. When the guy came out of the men’s room, the barkeeper went over to tell him that he had the job, but noticed the old pilot’s fly was undone and his member was hanging out. He said “The job is yours but first I got to ask, do you know your fly is undone and your dick is hanging out?”
“Do I know it?” the pilot replied, “Hell, I wrote it !!!
–from Jay H.
COME ON NOW!
Good Guy ? Bad Guy–Bullshit. BOTTOM LINE IS HE KILLED A BIKER AND DOES NOT CARE ABOUT ANY ONE BUT HIMSELF.
ABATE of South Dakota Owes Him and he is Collecting. SHAME ON ABATE of South Dakota and ANYONE Who Does Not PUSH for Him being Sent To PRISON.
Might as well make it open season on Bikers.
–Rogue
Brother Missing His Kid
A fellow brother of the FRC ,has had his son come up missin. Let’s see if we cant help out brother Jim Dawg. Jim thinks the boy might be California bound. http://www.missingkids.com/
— Panhead Josh
Supermarket Run
Two guys are moving about in a supermarket when their carts collide. One says to the other, I’m sorry – I was looking for my wife.
“What a coincidence, so am I, and I’m getting a little desperate.”
“Well, maybe I can help you. What does your wife look like?”
“She’s tall, with long hair, long legs, firm boobs and a tight ass. What’s your wife look like?”
“Never mind, let’s look for yours!
–from Redhorse
That’s It For Sunday–I’ve got shit to do, but I’ll mention this Janklow bullshit. First, we’ve published every negative story that’s surfaced about the bastard, from speeding tickets to shootin’ dogs and raping little girls. No one bitched. The guys who have worked with him the closest responded with their working history with Janklow. I printed it out of respect for them. I also printed it because bikers have a tough time finding political allies. Historically bikers have been up against a tough wall when it came to being recognized in political arenas. Paul Vestal built a helluva relationship with the governor of Maine. We need all the contacts we can find to maintain our freedom. This is not Myrtle Beach, Janklow will be prosecuted. But no matter how or why, it’s a bitch to lose a biker friendly advocate.
Remember one thing. We’re bikers swimming upstream against strong currents and political rapids to stay free. Every time I hear a straight reporter mention that prisoners are in jail to be punished and never let out–no more weight rooms and movies, it makes me cringe. Our society is making it easier and easier to get popped. Once you’re incarcerated, you’re labeled “forever bad”. Society wants to throw away the key and make sure your daily routine is as miserable as possible. Think about that nasty notion before you bury some sonuvabitch alive. The next time someone is banging on your door, imagine it’s the DA coming for you. Gives me chills.
Ride forever,
–Bandit
