Sin had missed Coral for some time. I don’t know what happened to that broad. She transferred to another school, Sin wouldn’t leave me and move in with her? Hell, I didn’t know and she didn’t discuss it much. I could relate to her grief. Coral was as hot as a case of firecracker lit simultaneously.
I’ve been preoccupied with work, book deals, the site, the amazing shrunken FXR and I knew in my gut that we needed to shift gears. Life is not all about business and bikes (as much as we’d like to think so). We need to pay the bills, but I could see a longing look in her eyes. I had to succumb to a night on the town.
I ordered a Jack on the rocks and her a White Russian with Absolute, her drink of constant choice, desert in a glass. I sat back and listened to the dance-night music. It had a strong, almost reggae mixed with R&B sound that wasn’t disturbing as I checked the girls roaming into the dark joint.
Then two Hispanic girls meandered up to our shared table and without a word one girl set her aluminum diamond plate lunchbox/purse on our table and turned to her partner. A slightly shorter Hispanic girl with jutting tits in a black skintight top pressed her self against her young mate in a glistening tub top, and ran her hungry hands from her partner’s ass to the back of her soft neck under the short pageboy hairdo then kissed her full on the lips. A hungry kiss that prayed for more.
Suddenly I knew the night was going to be hot. Let’s get to the news:
Authorities Shut Down Another Charity Event
Once again, local government officials have used scare tactics and prejudicial sensationalism to intimidate local residents( this is in reference to a recent opinion letter sent in by David W. Ledbetter) into believing that all motorcyclists throughout are bad people and of the criminal element. Fortunately, they couldn’t be further from the truth and if given an opportunity, many would see the great things the various motorcycle riding clubs contribute to benefit the communities of which they reside and work.
Unfortunately, it is neither the motorcycle club nor the decision making body who loses when a reactionary decision is made by overzealous officials trying to garner votes or move along a hidden or prejudicial agenda, but instead it is the charity which serves a community or provides a specific service to its members who lose when it can not reap the benefits of a positive charity event no matter who is putting on the activity.
As was recently noted in an editorial written by the Press Enterprise and two letters written to the editor, the well organized and planned event called “Green Fest”, which was to be sponsored by the Green Machine Motorcycle Club and benefit the Juvenile Diabetes Foundation, was cancelled due to sensationalism over the alleged so-called “biker war” due to an incident in Laughlin. Without sounding like a broken record, it is unfortunate that our local officials at the County level could not see through it all and give its residents(club members live locally) the benefit of the doubt and approve the required permits to allow the event to move forward. However, instead the answer was simply “no” and threatened to arrest anybody involved if the event continued as planned. And even after canceling the event, the Sheriff Department still spent over $1,000 in overtime expenses to have officers drive around in circles looking for these so-called “bad bikers”. After checking the crime log for the Hemet/Winchester area, not one motorcycle rider was arrested for committing a crime. It’s really a shame taxpayer’s money couldn’t have gone to a better use such as the charity the event was to benefit….
Respectfully,
Jeff Miller, Green Machine Motorcycle Club
Hemet, California
–from Ray R.
Hey MoFo
Low life huh, I didn’t realize you’ve been talking to my wife. Life sucks! She moved out last weekend. I had another emotional melt down prior to that (so much for Prozac) and got put into a intense group therapy session. It’s four hours a day, everyday for two weeks; I have Monday and Tuesday left.
On a slightly better note, my business seems to be really taking off.
I rode my bike for the first time in months today and came as close to getting killed as I’ve ever come. With all the suicidal thoughts I’ve been having I have to wonder if it wasn’t a subconscious act on my part. I say this because after it happened there wasn’t that adrenalin rush you normally get after something like that. I remember thinking “this is it” and not being scared. Weird shit, huh?
–Anonomious Brother
I ran this because he’s a brother who is hurting and we all experience these sensation unless we live in a cave in the desert. He’s not alone.
The Spinster, Attorney/Client Relationship
An elderly spinster called the lawyer’s office and told the receptionist she wanted to see the lawyer about having a will prepared. The receptionist suggested they set up an appointment for a convenient time for the spinster to come into the office. The woman replied, “You must understand, I’ve lived alone all my life, I rarely see anyone, and I don’t like to go out. Would it be possible for the lawyer to come to my house?”
The receptionist checked with the attorney who agreed and he went to the spinster’s home for the meeting to discuss her estate and the will. The lawyer’s first question was, “Would you please tell me what you have in assets and how you’d like them to be distributed under your will?”
She replied, “Besides the furniture and accessories you see here, I have $40,000 in my savings account at the bank.”
“Tell me,” the lawyer asked, “how would you like the $40,000 to be distributed?”
The spinster said, “Well, as I’ve told you, I’ve lived a reclusive life, people have hardly ever noticed me, so I’d like them to notice when I pass on. I’d like to provide $35,000 for my funeral.”
The lawyer remarked, “Well, for $35,000 you will be able to have a funeral that will certainly be noticed and will leave a lasting impression on anyone who may not have taken much note of you! But tell me,” he continued, “what would you like to do with the remaining $5,000?”
The spinster replied, “As you know, I’ve never married, I’ve lived alone almost my entire life, and in fact I’ve never slept with a man. Before I die, I’d like you to use the $5,000 to arrange for a man to sleep with me.”
“This is a very unusual request,” the lawyer said, adding, “but I’ll see what I can do to arrange it and get back to you.”
That evening, the lawyer was at home telling his wife about the eccentric spinster and her weird request. After thinking about how much she could do around the house with $5,000, and with a bit of coaxing, she got her husband to agree to provide the service himself.
She said, “I’ll drive you over tomorrow morning, and wait in the car until you’re finished.”
The next morning, she drove him to the spinster’s house and waited while he went into the house. She waited for over an hour, but her husband didn’t come out. So she blew the car horn.
Shortly, the upstairs bedroom window opened, the lawyer stuck, his head out and yelled, “Pick me up tomorrow, she’s going to let the County bury her!”
At Lady Luck’s I Think They Serve Jack
I’m still recouperating from a Friday night in a cowboy bar; thought I’d lost my keys and had only dropped them in the?grass at home?before I left and didn’t make the circle with the flashlight large enough. At a quarter to three I took up the offer to crash at a friend’s house.?I don’t think the first pounding on the door was heard due to hyper-activity in the room upstairs, but I eventually got their attention and found the couch. They got back to their business and I passed out to the sounds of pleasure.
Groggy as hell,?they woke me up at 8 a.m. to ride to the Morton Loggers Jubilee. It’s starting to sound like the weekend of the LA Calendar Girl Bike Show. Leaving the others to drink with bikers and loggers in Morton, I rode Marianne the 55 miles back to the bar where she waitresses and came home to find the keys laying right where I’d hoped they’d be.
Time to celebrate.??I got another week until my man returns from Sturgis. I’m off to somewhere, maybe the liquor store. My kid checked in by e-mail. He will probably leave Sturgis Sunday.
Here’s to Good times and young friends who keep ya movin’
–Bikernet North Western Correspondent
Thoughts Or Wisdom
I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.
I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others – they are more screwed up than you think.
I’ve learned that you can keep puking long after you think you’re finished.
I’ve learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades, and there had better be a lot of money to take its place.
I’ve learned that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get arrested and end up in the local paper.
I’ve learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away.
–from James M.
About Sex Without A Partner A police officer in Ohio responded to a 911 call. She had no details before arriving, except that someone had reported that his father was not breathing. Upon arrival, the officer found the man face down on the couch naked. When she rolled him over to check for a pulse and to start CPR, she noticed burn marks around his genitals.
After the ambulance arrived and removed the man – who was declared dead on arrival at the hospital- the police made a closer inspection of the couch, and noticed that the man had made a hole between the cushions. Upon flipping the couch over, they discovered what had caused his death. Apparently, the man had a habit of putting his penis between the cushions, down into the hole and between two electrical sanders (with the sandpaper removed, for obvious reasons). According to the story, after his orgasm the discharge shorted out one of the sanders, electrocuting him.
Sunday Quote“Relationships are hard. It’s like a full time job, and we should treat it like one. If your boyfriend or girlfriend wants to leave you, they should give you two weeks’ notice. There should be severance pay, and before they leave you, they should have to find you a temp.”
– Bob Ettinger
Hit The Garage
It’s time to split to the garage and turn a wrench on the Amazing Shrunken FXR, check the valve adjustment on the Panhead and maybe putt to Walkers cafe for a Corona. Check this:
24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? –Stephen Wright
Next week the VL heads to Pebble Beach for the auction. Keep your fingers crossed that with five million in cars being auctioned that someone will have enough money to take my VL home, or not. I’ll miss it. If you’re in relationship hell, keep your pride intact and remember that soon it will shall pass. Ride forever, Bandit
