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This is crazy, or I’m nuts. My new Nissan High-top van is cool except for two things. First, it’s not American, although I think is was partially built here. Second, when I checked the mpg it came up half of what they told me, which was 17-22. I got 10 and that stinks, so I

Another whacky weekend settling in after a run to Austin, Texas and back. My son moved and wants me to follow suit and build him a 5-Ball compound on Cesar Chavez Blvd on the east side. He’s currently working in All Saints Tattoo on 6th street and digging it. The vibe is sorta New Orleans

Okay, I’ll endeavor to make this short, so let’s see how I do. I feel busy this week, yet not really, but I’ll get to that. I was hoping to have most of the weekend to get caught up on the Torpedo. Micah is having a blast with his buddy’s ’29 Indian at the Race

    I’ve fixed somethings and hunted others. I need to address my gas tank once more. It started as a mini-Sportster tank from Paughco. We just needed to add some mounting bungs and securely braze them in place. No Problem, right?     It still leaks. I’ve never had a problem like this.  

I’ve been lost this last weekend scrambling from one project to another but in sort of a mis-guided fashion. Maybe it’s because the Redhead is out of town. Her Dad turned 90. He’s a Korean War tank veteran and lost his DD214, so he gave up on the VA. I smelled a rat. I reached

Again, I shot for a mild weekend, but I’m still catching up from eight months devoted to the Salt Torpedo. Everywhere I turned was an unfinished project, including the gate we broke down to get Graeme’s massive, New Zealand crate into the patio for packing. It needed to be fixed. Remember Lupe, the marine fiberglass

Labor Day weekend looked to be cool and comfortable, but then shit started to happen. I was still getting reports from the Bonneville Salt Flats. The salt conditions seemed good, but Hero crashed. This was his 4th crash and a bad one. He broke both shoulders, both hands, ribs, his collar bone, punctured a lung,

My grandson wrecked the Dyna I spent a year repairing and up grading. It’s mangled and twisted in the backyard. Hell, the day he did a wheelstand and lost control I helped him fix his muffler bracket and taught him and Darrin how to TIG weld. They were here when we fired the Torpedo for

Okay, I will rattle off my Salt Torpedo list. We are considering using one of the new Feuling oil tank vents to prevent blow-by. I made progress on the team T-shirts, and Micah had a connection for another fire suppression system but after a month of waiting it didn’t pan out. I had to order

Okay, So, my Fung Shui doctrine says all will be well tomorrow on the 8th for all us Rats of Chinese birthday lore. It’s like astrology for Asia or another roll of the dice. I need to get the hell back into the shop and finish the wiring today. We could fire this puppy up

I installed sound barrier material in the new Bikernet Van. Jeremiah installed an Arlen Ness 15-inch rotor kit on his Dyna.       I was missing $140 and my Berreta knife. I’m constantly losing the knife. I got a hearing with the VA about my Vietnam disability claim. During my Saturday workout I found

I’m going to make this super short. It’s Tuesday morning and George “The Wild Brush is about to show up to help with fiberglass and our canopy. Actually, I spoke to him last week and he told me that “no problem,” he could help with the canopy. I’ve been sorta concerned about the canopy. It’s

I rode to Camarillo to Jim’s Retirement party after having lunch with Rebecca, my 5th wife. She’s going in for a knee replacement. There’s so much I would like to do for her, but she’s cool.       The JIMS party was amazing. Jim has been at it since 1967 and his entire family