We’ll make this short since the sun is out and it’s time to ride. The Cantina is growing like crazy. There should be a new drama to launch, and the saga of the relic found in King Putt’s tomb will soon be revealed in the Digital’s Treasure Chest. Plus, Deasal’s book is just around the corner.
Cool Mama!! A little old lady had always wanted to join a local biker club. One day she goes up and knocks on the door. A big, hairy, bearded biker with tattoos all over his arms answers. She proclaims, “I want to join your club.”
The guy was amused, but says she needs to meet certain biker requirements in order to join. The biker asks, “Do you have a motorcycle?”
The little old lady replies, “Yep… my bike’s parked over there,” and points to a Harley in the driveway.
The biker asks, “Do you drink?”
The little old lady replies, “Yep… drink like a fish. I’ll drink any man in your club under the table.”
The biker asks, “Do you smoke?” The little old lady replies, “Yep… smoke like a chimney. At least four packs of cigarettes a day and a couple of cigars in the evening, while I’m shooting pool.”
The biker is very impressed and asks, “Last question, have you ever been picked up by the fuzz?”
The little old lady thinks for a minute and says, “Nope … but I’ve been swung around by my nipples a few times.”
Deal of the week: We are selling the Indian Chief. Done up pretty?good?actually. The?Army 45 belongs to a customer who was at the open house. Lots?of bikes. ? That’s it for now.
–Charlotte H-D
Murder Victim. The Sunday Post gets serious: Thank you so much for helping me get the word out about this very preventable murder of the nurse in Florida. In addition to that episode of violence, there was a rape of a nurse and the murder of her patient in North Carolina. These incidents of violence in health care settings are absolutely preventable and I have made it my duty to make a lot more people aware of these incidents. Please go to my Web page at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ActivistNurse/ to learn more.
Thanks and God bless,
Sandy Manuel, RN
— Sandy Manuel, sandy_fl@bellsouth.net on 04/14/2001
Confessions and Blues Department: I built the razor bike to forget a girl. I keep thinking this crazy shit I do will give me some sort of insight, man. You know, maybe I’ll “arrive” at some astonishing conclusion. Or some shit. I never do, though. First, I’m scared out of my mind, then two or three days later I’m runnin’ around town on 1,400 razor blades, wavin’ to my friends, pickin’ up groceries.
–Tim Conder
Just found your Web site. Read the article on the 61-inch dual carb Pan. If you’re an idiot, I’m a bigger one. This is a picture of my 103-inch dual 40mm Delorto Pan. She’s my babe. Will send a picture when I get her up. I really like your Web site. There aren’t many cool sites about chops. Will keep checking back.
We’re still waiting on the image. In the meantime, I’m riding the dual-carbed Pan today.
When white man found this land, Indians were running it.
No Taxes…No Debt…Plenty Buffalo…plenty beaver!
Women did most of the work.
Medicine Man free!
Indian men hunted and fished all the time!
White man dumb enough to think he could improve system like that.
Here’s a shot of Micah McCloskey of Micah McCloskey’s Custom Motorcycle in Canoga Park, probably the biggest aftermarket shop in the Valley. He has the Blue Flame for sale at his shop. Go check it out, or call (818) 348-8967.
I believe- that you can keep going long after you can’t.
I believe- that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I believe the sun is shining and she just crawled off my body. So since it’s Easter, I’m taking the rest of the day off to eat bad food, drink warm whiskey and ride. Care to join me? Bandit
