I just rode in from Idyllwild in the San Jacinto mountains after a non-stop party last night. The coast was fogged in as I rode the King into the mountains. It was a dour day, but it felt good to beat it out of the city for a wild night in the pines. The battleship gray skies didn’t dampen the King’s spirit as we sliced through the fog for 125 miles up to 6,000 feet of oaks, statuesque pines and twisted manzenita bushes.
As I pulled into Idyllwild the sun broke out, as if I had suddenly entered the Twillight Zone. My hands were chilled to the bone, yet all the tourists strolling the streets were in shorts and t-shirts. Like I had stepped out of the refrigerator into the beach party. What a trip. That was a warm indication of the party hours ahead.
New MRO Paper To Be Released
You should be getting a copy of the premier issue of my MRO news letter in your e-mail soon. The first copy is a rehash of what I have already sent you, only with some of my latest research facts added. Do with it as you will.
FTW,
–Stroker
Smoke Out Report
Just got back from The Horse Smoke-Out. The estimated crowd for Saturday only was over 4000, that is not counting Friday’s attendance. The fairgrounds were full of old school choppers. The Meanest and I were set up at the entrance gate and got to see all the choppers as they rolled in. We displayed the Run for Breath Trophy and boy did it get a lot of responses. The people loved it! We also got a couple of really cool trophies from Kendall Johnson and Redneck Engineering.
Your son Jose hung out with us at our booth on and off all day. We really enjoyed his company. Him and I think alike on a lot of subjects.
People attended from as far away as Texas, Michigan, Arizona, to name a few. People from all up and down the east coast attended. The weather for the day was perfect as the rain finally moved out and the sun came out, 83 degress and no humidity. I really enjoyed the day. Seeing all those old school choppers made me feel young and took me back to when I first got into bikes. There is something special about those bikes, they have heart and soul. All said and done the Smoke-out was a huge success. It proves what Bikernet readers have already said, “The Horse” is the number 1 magazine on the racks! I am looking forward to next years Smoke-Out already!
–Mike
Hawaiian Show Just Around The Corner
Hawaii Chopper Show is just around the corner, and I’m looking forward to everyone coming over for the show. Should be a good time.
Just finished up this year’s Hanapaa Fishing Tournament. We caught three Marlin, two Mahi Mahi’s and three ono’s. Not bad, had a great time, weather was great and a lot of boats brought in good size fish. Biggest fish was a 498 lb. Marlin that my friend snagged. Time to go to the harbor and start cutting up fish.
See you soon.
Mahaloz
–Chris T.
Excelsior-Henderson Collection Progress
I WILL KEEP IN TOUCH WHEN THE STORAGE UNIT IS COMPLETE IT IS A 12 BY 24 HIGH WALL DUTCH BARN STYLE SHED. I plan on displaying # 219 my dealer bike. I also have an 8 foot long dealer sign that will be on permanent display. I am in the process of collecting things such as advertisements.
I will offer a place for owners to visit where they can get an oil change, have a cold refreshment or just talk X.
I have all the dealers tools as well and am slowly learning how to use them. I have always been a person who maintains my bike. I am able to change out the front motor mounts, oil pressure switch, spark plugs and E C U, the brain of the Henderson, courtesy of SEGAM. I am passionate about Excelsior-Henderson. Every owner has the ability to keep the Faith by maintaining their bike and just showing up wherever. I have some “X” ink on my right shoulder/upper arm it say’s Keepin the Faith That is what each of owners do for the common good of our fellow owners. I am proud to Be associated with these bikes.
–“Jay Farina”
BEACH RIDE SIGNS BANDS
BAD COMPANY signed. We’ll be rockin’. Proceeds benefit the Exceptional Children’s Foundation which serves children and adults with developmental disabilities and acquired brain injuries. For sponsorship, vendor and registration information, please call (800) 696-3727.
BEACH RIDE CONCEPT BIKE
The Bikernet crew is building a CCI Goliath kit bike with some mods. The 100-inch monster will be used to promote the event by George Hayward the sponsor, then sold and a donation will be made to the Exceptional Children’s Foundation. It will be displayed at the ride in September.
Don’t forget to enter your bike in the show.
Presidential News
George Bush has a heart attack and dies. He goes to hell where the devil is waiting for him. “I don’t know what to do here, “says the devil. “You are on my list but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’ve got three folks here who weren’t quite as bad as you. I’ll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I’ll even let YOU decide who leaves.”
George thought that sounded pretty good, so he agreed.
The devil opened the first room: in it was Richard Nixon and a large pool of water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty-handed over and overand over. Such was his fate in hell.
“No!” George said. “I don’t think so. I’m not a good swimmer and don’t think could do that all day long.”
The devil led him to the next room: in it was Tony Blair with a sledgehammerand a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, timeafter time after time.
“No, I’ve got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day!” commented George.
The devil opened a third door. In it, George saw Bill Clinton, lying on the floor with his arms staked overhis head, and his legs staked in spread eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. George Bush looked at this in disbelief for a while and finally said
“Yeah, I can handle this.”
The devil smiled and said……….. “OK, Monica, you’re free to go!”
–from Ray R.
Get A Little Leg, Cheap!
Chrome Services.com presents the great Bikernet fork leg blow out. 41mm wide glide fork legs outright no core required limited to stock on hand. Tripple plated includes 1 year waranty “cause bandit said so. $175 or with our own Billet lower cap and all new hardware “grade 8” $225 includes delivery within the u.s.a. All legs are 1999 and pre-replacements. Extremely limited also 5 sets of Black Chrome no fender mounts for Choppers “60’s style 41mm custom legs” $200 set includes shipping and……. w/fender mounts black chrome $190 set same deal.
2000-2003 lower fork leg caps hidden mount billet $60 w/hardware fits new bikes
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New Gunny Sack Report From A.I.M.
All over the country early in July there will be public hearings concerning the USA PATRIOT Act. You all need to be aware of the dangerous precedent this madness represents.
On Oct. 26, 2001, our Congress passed the most far-reaching snatch of liberty from the American people ever passed. Never in the history of this nation has a law been passed so quickly. It took only 11 days for this to take place. That is record time for our Congress to act on anything. The events on 9/11 took the good sense out of our leaders and we need to bring it to a screeching halt before our country winds up like Europe did in the days of Hitler’s rise to power.
This is just a sidebar to Gunny’s complete report that will be posted in the Bikernet Rights Department in the next couple of days. Watch for it.
Pour Me A Margarita–I know the Post is late, but I rode back this morning hell bent for leather.
It took me two hours, give or take a couple of minutes to rip through 125 miles out of the fog soaked mountains once again. The King and I split out of a treacherous, newly poured, gravel driveway in Pine Cove, slippin’ and sliding. I passed Gilman Hot Springs, Lake Perris, through Mead Valley on Ramona Expressway, which was two lanes, surrounded by fields and cattle, that fed into Cajalco Ravine through Mead Valley past Lake Mathews, then hit the 15. It sprinkled some from the dark, threatening overhead clouds as I jumped on the 15 freeway to the 91, to the 710 that dumped me in container wonderland, Terminal Island.
I escaped the island of 18-wheeler parking lots, over the Vincent Thomas Bridge into San Pedro, where I slide to a stop in front of the headquarters. Layla snapped open the gate, and I rode in. “Stand back,” I shouted and grabbed her narrow waist. “I gotta Post to write!”
It’s now Margarita time.
–Bandit
