I don’t know where to start off. Last night, Saturday night, was a myriad of highs and lows. I had a mission at 6:00 a.m. the following morning and didn’t want to party until dawn, but her body called to me.
I survived, got up and hit the rock pile, literary. I’ve been intrigued with building some elements around the Headquarters with river rock, but discovered that I could steal killer rock from the coast. Whatta workout, carrying two tons of rock to the bed of the pickup then unloading it.
I had a deadline looming though. Badass Brad was scheduled to show up at the Headquarters at 11:30 a.m. on his ’62 Pan. We were going to ride the coast. Let’s hit the news, she’s about to fire up the barbecue:
The Search For the Basis For 1%er
I know out there is the info about which newspaper asshole called outlaws 1%ers and when. We’re on that hunt. Here’s a couple of quotes:
The following is a quote from former HAMC member George “Baby Huey” Wethern from his book “A Wayward Angel” – “We kicked around a hostile statement from the American Motorcycle Association, the Elks Club of biking. To draw a distinction between its members and us renegades, the AMA had characterized 99 percent of the country’s motorcyclists as clean-living folks enjoying pure sport. But it condemned the other 1 percent as antisocial barbarians who’d be scum riding horses or surfboards, too.”
The following is from a book called “Wild Ride” by Tom Reynolds – “This clever bit of defiance remains an outlaw standard to this day, although nobody at the AMA can remember any of their representatives ever making any such hostile statement (it certainly was never issued in writing). It became the perfect maxim at which outlaws like the Hell’s Angels could thumb their fight scarred noses, even if they were possibly jeering at pure fiction.”
Blond Hell
A few days ago I was having some work done at my local garage. A Blonde came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten. We all looked at each other and another customer asked, “What is a seven-hundred-ten?”
She replied, “You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine. I have lost it and need a new one. She replied that she did not know, but this piece had always been there.”
He gave her a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like. She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710.
He then took her over to another car which had it hood up and asked, “Is there a 710 on this car?” She pointed and said, “Of course, its right there.”
60-year-old Crashes Harley In 1/10th Of A Mile
SAGINAW, Mich. — Baby boomer Jim Zimmerman’s brief fling as a tough biker ended in pain very quickly.
The retiree’s misadventure began when, facing 60, he gave into a youthful yen and got a local dealership to deliver a brand-new Harley-Davidson to his door.
“It was a mid-age crisis thing,” Zimmerman admitted last week. “I’d see these dudes with women and thought a motorcycle would put me in like Flynn.
“I didn’t look at the obvious, that I hadn’t been on a bike in 30 years and probably didn’t remember much about it.”
Ten seconds after he climbed aboard for the first time, he struck a neighbor’s utility trailer at 40 mph and broke several ribs. The odometer logged a tenth of a mile.
“It was so fast, and I didn’t think fast enough,” he said. “I probably panicked and throttled the gas in a death grip.
After $2,000 in insured repairs on the bike — and more on the neighbor’s trailer — Zimmerman sold his Harley for an $800 loss. But the experience isn’t quite over. Until his complimentary membership in the Harley Owners Group runs out, “I get a mailing every two to three weeks, reminding me of how stupid I was,” he said.
Nudity Ordinance Back On Table In Daytona Beach
By JOHN BOZZO (john.bozzo@news-jrnl.com) Staff Writer
DAYTONA BEACH — Beachgoers in skimpy thong swimwear might want to cover up before they step from the county-controlled beach to city property if a new ordinance is approved Wednesday.
A local Libertarian Party leader describes the ordinance as an attack on personal liberty and brought a 2-inch thick petition to City Hall recently, signed by about 2,000 people urging the City Commission to reject the ordinance.
The proposed ordinance might hit hardest on public nudity at special events and two nightclubs that offer nude dancing courtesy of a federal lawsuit challenging the city’s adult entertainment rules.
“This is a highly restrictive ordinance limiting what people will be allowed to wear in Daytona Beach,” said Edward Heaphy, an Ormond Beach resident and local Libertarian Party treasurer. “It brings up images of police with rulers measuring bathing suits.”
Heaphy said the ordinance would spark lawsuits that would cost the city $300,000 because it would not be enforced everywhere, such as pool decks. It would force women to wear 1950s-style bathing suits, he said, and be bad for tourism. He said there’s no need for a city ordinance because a state law bans public nudity.
The city ordinance might carry a fine up to $500, but not a criminal record that goes with a state charge, she said.
Skimpy bathing suits could still be worn legally, Hartman said, as long as one-third of the buttocks or one-quarter of a woman’s breast are covered.
Woman As A Whole?
Three guys are discussing women. “I like to watch a woman’s tits best,” the first guy says.
The second says “I like to look at a woman’s ass.” He asks the third guy “What about you?”.
“Me? I prefer to see the top of her head.”
–from Rogue
Horse Raffle And Limited Edition Smoke-Out Coin
We will be offering chances to win this custom Sportster which was actually built in front of the riders who attended the Smoke-Out this year. It’s brand new and we’ll show you how to take a cheap shot at winning this jewel.
In addition Edge, the mastermind behind the wild Smoke-Out in July, worked with the master artist Jon Towle on these silver coins. A few are left and available. We’ll have the info on snatching an chunk of pure silver next week.
THIS IS A NATION WIDE BULLETIN!!
A truck load of Viagra has been hijacked!! The police are looking for a bunch of hardened criminals.
–from CarlR
More Antiques In The Cantina Archive
Bob T. for the desert of Southern California, and I mean where the cactus grows and rattlesnakes outnumber the folks, has supplied us with a number of new antique motorcycle shots. If you see one of these shots and could add some information to the caption, don’t hesitate to drop me a line (bandit@bikernet.com). Here’s what Bob had to say about this tidy race portrait he scored at a swap meet: “I picked it up at our local swap meet this AM. Back is marked, ‘Joe Seaker-second from the left’.”
Here’s a quick contest for a Bikernet Sweatshirt.
1- Year and make of the bikes?
2- Where it was taken?
3- Names of the other racers?
The Stolen Motorcycle File
We are creating a file of stole motorcycles, but we need good tight information and a photo of the stolen motorcycle. We need the location and time of theft, a description of the bike including tags and anything outstanding or one of a kind.
Don’t send me stuff like below:
“OK, I think I got the name of the town wrong where McWatter’s road king was swiped – it was north of Ventura and South of Santa Barbara. Hell, I’m from Washington, what do I know?” Helen.
Drinkin’ Quotes
Without question, the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer. Oh, I grant you that the wheel was also a fine invention, but the wheel does not go nearly as well with pizza. –Dave Barry
–from Josh Placa
I Can Smell The Barbecue
I’m going to knock off now and wonder how I survived another weekend. I’ll tell you two things straight: Last night fell apart and there was no wild sex. Doesn’t always work out, as you know. Second, Friday night I took Sin and the Blond to Scott Jacob’s home where he unveiled his most recent painting of the three finest racers in modern history, Chris Carr, Scott Parker and Jay Springsteen, who were in attendance for the unwrapping. Scott Jacobs was the first licensed painter in H-D history and is helluva nice guy, along with his two daughters and wife Sharon, who threw a helluva party.
You may think that I run with all the muckity mucks in the industry, but I don’t. I’m a loner at heart and avoid crowds. Scott’s bit was an exception. It was a small gathering, and I enjoy checking his new creations as much as viewing one of Jesse’s new bikes. He’s a motorcycle talent.
Okay, goddamnit, let’s knock off and have a margarita.
Ride Forever,
–Bandit
