The next morning, Myron and I got our asses in gear and loaded our scoots. Karl and Cheri were returning to Phoenix the long way through the mountains and Flag before getting home. We said our goodbyes and headed out. It was odd, or maybe not, that Myron and I were travelin’ without maps this year. We remembered the time we rode into Colorado by mistake and Mark the Warrior was mapped to the max. This was going to be an odd trip without a map. Sorta like sailing to Hawaii without a compass. We were flying by the seat of our pants. I babied the Blue Flame onto I-40 and tested it with my left glove. Not an ounce of vibration. It felt as if it was welded to the frame. I took it easy for another 40 miles then rolled it on. I had an entire fuckin’ tool box in the compartment of my handy-dandy bedroll. Hell, if it broke, I’d fix it. We rode to Gallup, N.M., some 98 miles to the east, pulled in and gassed up. A big Indian behind the counter told us, “Just stay on this street til you get to the Mexican restaurant — best food in town. Hang a right there and you’re on 666 heading north to Shiprock. Should take you about 2 hours.” “How about peach pie?” I asked. He just shrugged. An older gentleman dressed in Indian attire and turquoise jewelry looked at us through squinted eyes surrounded by leather-tough skin. “Two hundred miles,” he said. We looked at him, then at the younger man who ignored the bent over old dude with the knowing eyes. Something wasn’t right. We copped out and Myron bought a map. We rode the lumpy street for five miles until we came across the turn for 666 and the restaurant. Inside, we opened the map. He had purchased a perfectly good map of Utah. We weren’t going there, so I folded it and set it beside my napkin while I ate huevos rancheros, then asked the waitress how far Cortez, Colo., was. I’m not sure she knew what state she was in, but she delivered some mean salsa. After eating, we strolled out to the bikes and the waiter followed us. “You forget this, senors,” he said, handing me the map. I waited for him to return to the restaurant then shit-canned the map. We don’t need no stinkin’ maps. Myron’s wheel was clicking and it felt strange in the turns, so we had pulled it apart in Holbrook and found nothing. It sounded even worse as we pulled onto Highway 666 heading north, unaware of how far Cortez or Shiprock were. We just kept riding. The straight stretch from Gallop north was dry and hot, just under 100 degrees as we plowed into a junk yard of a town called Shiprock, named after one of the massive outcroppings in the desert. The roads were torn up like they were when we came through in ’97. We tried to find peach pie, but struck out, so we stopped at a McDonald’s for a shake. We were befriended by a small young Indian man wearing a camouflage hat and pants, a Vietnam ribbon and a tightly pressed denim shirt. He sat across from us, bent over in our direction and started the conversation like he had access to a couple of slices of black market peach pie. He glanced around the plastic franchise nervous like. His voice was slow and low and he peered at me like I was a passenger in De Niro’s “Taxi” movie. His eyes were deep and haunting. He whispered about the Harley he wanted to own more than anything, a Sportster he was planning to leave his wife and kids to get. I got it. If anyone heard him tell that story and it got back to his wife, he was toast. We pulled our chairs closer to the young man and listened intently as he explained his dream. I gave him a Bikernet sticker while wishing I had a Sportster in my bedroll. I would have gladly given it to the man. You could see the intensity in his eyes, the longing and the desperation. Apart from 15 liquor stores and the big Mac, the town had little to offer. On the outskirts there was a track of desolate homes indicative of the area. Each structure was about the size of a single, shoe-box mobile home. They were all painted brick red with white gravel roofs. A winding gravel path wound between them and small tufts of cactus. That was it. No garages, decks, driveways or carports. Each one was worn down by the sun and the wind that kept them engulfed in a cloud of dust. We noted the depressing atmosphere that loomed like acid rain over dying crops and got the fuck outta there. It was only 31 miles to Cortez. We rolled in before 3 p.m. and pulled up to the Best Western inhabited by the Hamsters. In fact, so many of the furry beasts were riding out that they had taken over two motels. My first impression as we pulled into the parking lot packed with dressers was a question. Where were all the custom bikes? The Hamsters have a reputation for being rich and riding nothing but $50,000 customs. From the looks of the parking lot, and the lines of black dressers, I had run into a HOG chapter on its way to the rally. My version of the dubious Hamster mantra has always been a club for custom builders and custom bike enthusiasts. As far as I’m concerned, that’s still the case, although as the guys get older, most can afford something comfortable for the long haul. Arlen Ness still rides a full custom all the way to the Bad Lands. And as far as being wealthy, most of these guys weren’t born that way. They worked for it, building a business that finally became successful. So now they have some money and deserve it. They also employ many riders, like Phil and Karen Day of Daytec. You couldn’t meet more down-to-Earth people. Arlen began his working life as a postman while building bikes in his garage. It’s only idiots like myself who decide to drop everything, go through a divorce and write books for a living who are on the brink of poverty. At least I can say I’m not a yuppie. The tank was still in place, Myron’s wheel continued to be round and roll as we pulled in just before a thunderstorm. Adjacent to the motel was a run down but functioning gym. Although the equipment was rickety and loose we hammered our bodies until we couldn’t walk and beat feet out of there. Every year on the way to Sturgis, Thomas throws a major party for his wife, Cheryl. Tom and Cheryl ride from the Bay area to Sturgis annually on one of Arlen’s luxury liners. He pushes that black beast with red and orange flames, with his wife on the back throughout the entire trip, keeping up with us hot rods. Quiet and unassuming, they plow down the freeway each year dressed in all black, riding hell bent to reach the Bad Lands. Each year at one stop, Thomas makes arrangements to feed and pour for all the Hamsters to celebrate Cheryl’s birth and their relationship. I don’t need to eat or drink that night. It’s enough to watch Cheryl’s face glow as he introduces her once more to the rabid clan. She glows with appreciation and love for her man. The “wind ’em up” call came at 7 a.m. the next day and a handful of riders jammed to breakfast, scarfed their eggs and omelets, asked for peach pie without success and rushed back to the motel to be with the gang as they rode out. We had 320 miles to go through Durango, over the pass into Silverton, up to Delta and into the mountains leading to Aspen. About 30 of us rode out together. There’s nothing more boring than riding in a pack. You can’t look around, check out the girls or look for peach pie. You can’t stop to pick your teeth, scratch your ass or look at the valley below. You can’t fuck around and do wheelies or someone will vote you out of the club. Well, we learned this the first year and then gradually worked our way to the front of the pack and disappeared over the horizon ahead. If a club wants to look impressive, they should meet five miles from their destination and ride together into town. Riding in a pack is fuckin’ dangerous but damn, it looks impressive. It’s the slow guy in the middle of the pack who falls asleep and wipes out the rest. Since I was still testing the handling of the blue chopper, I held back as we entered the mountainous curves leading out of Durango along the narrow gauge railroad into the steep mountains ahead. The tank held fast as we rolled through the sweeping bends and I warmed up to the morning sun. Soon I was trying to drag something as I careened around one curve after another, reminiscing about the touring chopper four years ago and how I had to shift my weight to keep the bike as upright as possible until I could get to a welder at a gas station in Silverton.   As I cruised into the old mining town, I pulled into that same gas station and two of the guys who helped weld the swingarm into place were still there. One showed me his Knucklehead chop at the house behind the station. Some of the guys who hadn’t eaten breakfast were chowing down — another reason packs are a pain. So I grabbed my work gloves, saddled up and headed out of town with one Hamster wannabe behind me on his dresser. Little did I know that this would become a day to remember. We blew out of town and into the hills beyond. The trip at that point was perhaps the most picturesque, with rivers running through the pines below as we rolled through Montrose, then Delta and off at 133 toward Carbondale. We were making good time until we came to a small canyon outside of Carbondale, where the road was torn down to the dirt, grated and driven on enough to become washboard. The rigid handled it well, but I didn’t like the jarring impact on the tank. It seemed to scream as I bounced from one pothole to the next ridge and gully for three long miles. When we finally pulled onto the smooth pavement, I knew I was in trouble. I had a new series of vibrations screaming at me. Another 30 miles and we stopped for gas in Carbondale. We had covered 122 miles. Although I was richening the mixture due to the altitude, I put a mere 2.216 gallons in the chopper for 55 mpg. Aspen wasn’t far off. All we needed was fuel and 23 miles and we would be staring at a Jacuzzi, a pool and drinks. I looked at my cellular phone entrepreneur partner, Milo, and at my tank. Both the front and the rear tabs were broken and basically the tin tank with 25 pounds of gasoline stored inside was being held on with a piece of 3M tape a 1/2-inch wide. Milo shook his head, but I had to jinx the situation. “No problem,” I said, “I had to pry off the tape the last time. It’ll hold.” Yeah, right. Half way up the hill toward Aspen, I went over a slight bump in the road and the tank landed in my lap. Milo was in front and I lost him. I held onto the tank and pulled over. Setting it back in place, I stared at the wonderful paint work by Harold Pontarelli and pondered my situation. I wasn’t thinking immediate fixes. I was thinking about tomorrow and finding a welder, about the outcome of this run, and finally about Agent Zebra and the east coast contingent that was barreling up from the southeast. I had to make it, to fix the fucking tank and keep rolling. I was riding the first rigid chopper to Sturgis in, well, there were perhaps infinite rigids converging on the Bad Lands, so what was my point, anyway. Finally, I awoke from my nightmare, dug out a bungee cord from my bedroll, ran it over the tank, behind the gas cap and down to the front legs of the frame. It seemed to be stable so I rode on into town holding the tank with one hand. We were staying at a swank hotel in the center of trendy Aspen, but all the glitter and class only told me there wasn’t a welding shop in town. I had a mission. I unloaded my shit, checked into my room and picked up the phone. Myron came in about the same time, went to the room and tried to turn on the television. It didn’t work. That was a precursor to the events that lay ahead. I made call after call until I found a welder in Basalt, some 30 miles away. While I was calling all over the valley, Myron attempted to order something to eat, but the swank lodge didn’t start room service until 6 p.m. The welder I was looking for couldn’t be squeamish about welding gas tanks and I made sure to mention that pitfall immediately while calling around. With the welder lined up and a plan in place, I went to the bar to get a drink to calm my nerves. The bar didn’t open for another hour, but Myron and I glared at the barkeep until he found a couple glasses and filled them with Jack. We opted for an early dinner in town, so we attempted to clean up for the event. In the head, I stepped on a piece of glass and bled all over the slate floor. Then I attempted to iron a shirt, but the iron didn’t work. Myron, Milo and I went to dinner with Randy Aron of Cycle Visions in San Diego. I offered to pay for dinner, since Randy was going to run my ass around Aspen to find a welder, but my credit card was turned down. Plus the restaurant didn’t have any peach pie. Hell, the shitty tabs on the tank were my fault, not Randy’s. I was beginning to feel jinxed. El Swank Aspen hotel seemed OK. What else could go wrong? I discovered later that Wachovia bank was trying to track me down. Seems some biker had accosted my card and was riding to Sturgis on my dime, ‘cept that crazed thief was me. Randy, a young, stylish sorta rider is one of those Hamsters everyone complains about. He doesn’t look like the average biker. He drives a new truck and builds world class custom motorcycles. He’s talented and good looking but how did he get there? He started a plumbing business 20 years ago and worked his ass off. He took the risks, learned the trade, found customers, dealt with employees and finally became successful. Let’s shoot the mutha fucker. While the rest of the crew slept in their little sawdust Hamster Beds, I crept out at 6 a.m. and loaded the long chop next to Randy’s hand- formed dresser in his truck. We paid close attention to my sketchy directions and rolled out of the mountain pass down to Basalt where we took a right on Frying Pan Road and found a small industrial building. I pulled up to 3-D Iron and Mike Horn, a skinny, wrinkled man, greeted us with the bad news.   Peering up at me through thick glasses, he said, “If it’s a gas tank, we won’t weld it.” Reaching for the tank that we had taken off the frame, wrapped in towel and duct taped for security, I noticed that liquid had filled the corner of the truck bed. On second glance, I became rudely aware that the petcock had come open and it was gas that soaked my clothes and my bedroll. I rolled my eyes and asked if we could pay for the equipment and weld it ourselves. “Nope, can’t do it. Insurance liability, you know,” he said. “But I will make a strap for the tank.” While I stared at the old welder in astonishment and tried to explain that I spoke to someone who had given me the green light, I knew it was futile. I could see a guy in the back of the shop bent over a bare metal trailer frame. He would only glance in my direction from time to time. Perhaps it was the guilty culprit who said to bring the tank down. Randy stood beside the truck and greeted several guys from the sheet metal shop next door.   Most of the middle-aged workers were going to Sturgis and they readily struck up a conversation. The shop was neat and most of the guys had salt-and-pepper hair pulled into pony tails. Randy tapped me on the shoulder. “These guys will let me use their mig welder,” he said, referring to the team at T&E Marshall Enterprises Inc., makers of custom sheet metal and heating systems. We finally had a formula for success. The old guy from the crappie shop made the strap and drilled the holes while we emptied the tank and readied it for welding. Randy flushed the tin container with water, then held the tank mouth against the exhaust pipe of his truck until the carbon monoxide dissipated any gasoline fumes. The tank smelled clean and he fired his lighter above the mouth. Nothing. In a matter of five minutes, it was ready to weld safely. Randy tested the welder on a piece of scrap. The mig would do the job, but he wasn’t as comfortable as if he had his tig. The mig would have to do. Welding dissimilar metals together is a trick I was once very adept at. The 16-gauge material of the Sportster tank had to be mated to the 1/4-inch thickness of the strap and Randy went to work. Sparks flew, metal crackled and paint sizzled as he welded the tab in several places.   Since I had brazed the original tabs in place, the braze melted and flowed into the welds, causing them to sputter. We let the tank cool and filled it with water. It leaked, my worst nightmare. Even worse than breaking tabs or having a loose tank was the threat of a leak. Randy tried again, but the leaks were coming from under the tab where it was impossible to reach with the welder. In an attempt to fix the existing leaks, Randy blew a hole in the tank. He worked on the hole, then I suggested that we braze over the welds to seal them. It wasn’t a bad idea, but a torch and braze was going to generate much more heat to a wider area and Randy was considering the damage to the paint. So far, Harold’s creativity was unscathed. Finally, Randy and I began an hour job that could have taken 15 minutes. Because of the bondo smoke and the steam from the wet rag Randy held close to the area I was attempting to braze, the torch kept blowing out. It took forever to coat some of the welds with brass. We checked the tank again with water. It seemed to have sealed. We packed up and headed north. Checking tank leaks with water is like filtering your gas with screen door mesh. It’s an indicator, but not a good one. I felt that the only way to guard against gas seeping through the welds was to seal the tank. We had some discussion about saving the tank and welding on it in the future with sealant inside, but finally settled on trying to find some Custom Chrome Tank Creme, a three-stage process. We went to a small diner for lunch and I got back on the phone.

The Harley shop in Green River didn’t have it, nor did any of the other bike shops in the valley, but there was a shop in Aspen. It wasn’t in the phone book and couldn’t be reached by directory assistance. I called the Harley shop back and was given the number for Aspen Custom Motorcycles. I dialed and there was only an answering machine. Tired and dejected, we rambled back toward town. During one of our last installation attempts, we broke off the stud that held the rear tab in place. Now we needed an auto parts store for a large hose clamp and some rubber insulation to prevent the clamp from tearing through the durable powder coating finish. We pulled up in front of a Napa auto parts store and parked beside a blue and silver pickup with Krylon letters across the back window, “Aspen Custom Motorcycles.” Inside, a thin man with dark hair and youthful features leaned over the counter wearing a black Aspen Custom Motorcycles T-shirt. I introduced myself and he asked us to follow him. Two blocks away, this guy had his shop set up in a single storage unit stall (970) 544-9419. His undercover shop was complete with three stage creme sealer and we bought his only kit, thanked him and hauled ass for the Swank Hotel. In front of our room was an outdoor corridor leading to the bar and outdoor pool. I picked up several towels, borrowed a large bucket and we went to work. The first stage was a mixture of water and a strong detergent that was supposed to soak in the tank for four hours. We didn’t have the time and let it set for an hour. In the meantime, the guys in Randy’s room where having trouble with the plumbing. After I flushed the toxic mixture into a bucket, I poured it down the toilet in Randy’s room. I knew I should have stopped, but I was beyond the point of no return. I returned to the bike for stage two – flushing the tank with a strong solvent. Again the remnants of the explosive liquid were drained into the toilet. Meanwhile, hotel maintenance men and managers descended on Randy’s room, where a couple of riders had set up their joint rolling station. Plungers, tools and snakes were moved from room to room. Four rooms were effected and they were going to have to snake down from the roof. Randy shook his head. “Won’t work,” he said and poured the final stage of thick milky fluid into the tank. This process included sloshing the creamy liquid around the tank for 10 minutes, letting it set for 20, then sloshing again before draining. Randy sloshed and coated the lining of the tank for what seemed to be hours, making sure every crevice received its fair share. By this time evening was upon us. The tank was supposed to dry for 24 hours. I didn’t have time and Randy suggested that we use a hair dryer to speed up the drying process. The instructions specifically warned against the use of hair dryers because the final process was extremely flammable. Randy continued draining the thickening substance back into the bottle it came from, as we pondered the question. At one point, we tried putting the tank in front of the air conditioner to augment the flow, but there had to be a better way. Finally someone hit up the maintenance crew for a shop vac. As the sun sank, we started sucking the fumes from the tank outside our room.   At one point, two girls showed up, one 22 and the other 27. They wanted to smoke a joint and party some, but the fumes held them at bay. Both were wearing shorts and tank tops and carrying shopping bags. One included a couple pairs of spiked heels that they quickly unwrapped and promised to sport for us. One had on a top buttoned up the front over no bra, and her tits were pressed so hard against the mint green fabric that the heavenly mounds creased the material. When she leaned over to slip on the shoes, we gasped in unison. Whatever it is that makes a woman’s body magic to a man, is a wonderful thing unless abused by either party. If a woman minds that a man gawks at the flesh exposed by too little clothing, she should cover herself. These girls didn’t mind. In fact, they enjoyed it and wanted more. We could have given in to them except we had a mission and a deadline. After the girls asked some probing questions and we didn’t respond appropriately, they rolled themselves a doobie and departed. There was another problem with nubile girls finding their evil ways into our lives. We were staying with 100 of our closest, most gossipy friends in the same goddamn hotel. Speaking of gossip, I hadn’t heard from Zebra for two days. He was supposed to hook up with a pack of riders in Tennessee, and perhaps they roasted him instead of a pig. I didn’t know his whereabouts, but I kept calling his cell phone hoping to hear the number had been permanently disconnected. At 6 a.m. Friday, the phone rang. Larry the mobile mud slide maker was leaving his room to meet me in the parking lot to lend me gas. I was hoping to sleep in, but noooo. I wrestled my ass out of bed and out to the bike with the tank. After setting it on the bike, it was difficult to tell that it had been through hell the previous day. I mounted it, hooked up the lines and went back to bed. I told Larry never to call me at 6 a.m. again and to keep his gas. I wanted to let it air for a couple more hours. At 9 a.m. we put gas in it for the first time from Howard’s truck, just a quart. We loaded up and hit the first station. We were Denver bound. Some of the guys were heading into the pass above, but rumor was that the straight shot was down to Green River, over to the 70 Freeway and into Denver. It was 30 miles out of the way, but we chose the straightest shot. The freeway is only two lanes wide but it meanders along railroad tracks and rivers toward Vail. We stopped for gas in Eagle and were passed by 30 Hamsters blasting onto the freeway. How they beat us I will never know, but I sent my navigator his walking papers the next day. We caught the furry beasts outside Vail. Traffic began to bunch up and we kept riding faster, splitting lanes and running the gauntlet between the very fast cars and extremely slow trucks. Treachery was all around us as we crested a pass and could see the dots of a pack of bikes in the distance. The tank was holding and the bike hadn’t burped, coughed or sputtered. It could handle anything I dished out. I turned the throttle and it responded. About 25 miles outside Denver we blew past the guys in yellow and another couple miles down the road it began to rain, then hail. We ducked off the freeway, pulled on our slickers and found a log cabin watering hole.

That last 25 miles were the worst of the trip. It rained off and on as the traffic became thick as mud on your boots. Lane splitting is not allowed and when we attempted to play ignorant travelers, motorists tried to hit us. As the sun broke over the parking lot of cars, the humidity rose with the mercury. Of course we got lost at one point, found the Two-Wheelers shop and ultimately the hotel. There was a major party planned for the 25th anniversary of the shop, but the threat of rain and the 450- mile trip to Sturgis the next morning forced us to take it easy and hit the hay early. We tried a local restaurant for grub, but they still didn’t serve peach pie. The next morning, Myron and I were on the road by 4:30. An odd feeling swept over us as we rode Highway 25 in the dark. In the rolling fields and wide open spaces of Colorado, it was as if we were lodged on the brink of the city. There wasn’t a row of houses or an industrial park once we turned north and it felt good. We rumbled for 90 miles until we arrived at Cheyenne, Wyo., for breakfast. We hit the road for another 75 miles and pulled off in Wheatland where we refueled and had one of Myron’s safety meals and coffee. He works out constantly and feels that his success in the gym is attributable to his intake of protein. He doesn’t eat a lot or poorly, but often and bushels of protein. As we walked out of the restaurant, we were met by Cheryl. Tom’s bike had a broken shift lever and he was working on it. “How the hell did you get here?” Myron asked. “Uh,” Cheryl muttered, not sure what to say. “What time did you leave?” I asked. “6:30,” she said. We looked at each other in dismay. Myron jerked on his gloves. “Let’s ride,” he shouted, “We’re burnin’ daylight.” We spit dust and rocks as we blasted out of the gravel lot and onto the highway. Suddenly he was hell bent for leather. We stopped just for gas in Orin and headed east on 20/18, blasting toward the small town of Lusk, Wyo.   At the end of town we stopped for another safety meal. We had 130 miles to go to get to Sturgis, but the roads would narrow and we’d have to slow down. Across the street the bikes were lined up in front of the western bar. I liked this town. It’s small but has some action going for it. As we turned toward the door of the Del Rey Cafe, Milo strolled out the door pickin’ his teeth with a tooth pick. “Damn!” Myron said and almost abandoned his safety meal stop. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Milo shrugged, straddled his all-black dresser and took off. The waitress would melt a good man’s bones with her silky, fair complexion, even lighter hair and brilliant blue eyes. My words were stumbling when I asked for peach pie, but I lost all interest when I discovered that she had just run out. “You mean you didn’t save me a slice?” I shouted, throwing my tan gloves on the table. In Newcastle we stopped momentarily for gas, but as we paid our ticket we noticed Hamster Jeff pull into the station. Myron grabbed his gloves and headed for his Dyna. “Fuck the peach pie,” he shouted again, “Let’s ride.” I tried to holler to Jeff as we headed out of the station and hit the highway toward Four Corners. We were in a race now, and although Myron said to most riders as we left them in bars and gas stops, “Keep it under a hundred,” this time it was different. If we had open straight roads ahead, throttles would be pegged to the stops. He couldn’t figure out how these bastards who left the motel two hours after we did were catching up. Hell, we were rumbling along at 85 plus, but we had 14 meals to their one cup of coffee. What the fuck? Now we were in narrow canyons weaving through packs of bikers heading to their homeland. Again the chopper handled the curves as if I were on a rice rocket, dipping and bending with each bank. Each gas stop was spoke to spoke with lines of motorcycles to refuel. Each bar looked like a popular biker hangout from Southern Calif. on a Sunday afternoon.   They were coming from all directions. The rumor of afternoon thunderstorms had us pushing the envelope. Our bikes were a mess, but they were running and we were ready to hit the home stretch for our abode in the Bad Lands. Finally, in Spearfish Canyon 15 miles from home, we slowed and enjoyed the Jack Pines and the bustling brooks that bordered the winding road. We were home. Home to the biker, the outlaw, the bandit and to every fucking rider in the world who enjoys open roads, beer, broads and peach pie. Now if we could only find the girl, or at least a piece of pie.   –Bandit PS. Zebra had arrived four hours earlier. We immediately gathered up the boys and found the only bikini bike wash in town. Following is a couple of miscellaneous shots from Sturgis 2000. It was a helluva year.

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Daytec Center 17469 Lemon Street Hesperia, CA 92345 (760) 244-1591	Downtown Harley-Davidson Russ Tom 6727 Martin Luther King Way Seattle, WA 98118 (818) 901-7037	Bay Area Custom Cycles Ron Simms 25224 Mission Blvd. Hayward, CA 94541
Milwaukee Iron Randy Simpson 3000 Lenox Lynchburg, VA 24501	Headwinds Cycle Products Joel Felty P.O. Box 661213 Arcadia, CA 91066-1213 (818) 359-8044	Custom Chrome, Inc. See your local dealer Or Call (800) 729-3332
Performance Machine Ted Sands 6892 Marlin Circle LaPalma, CA 90623 (714) 523-3000	South Bay Chrome 2041 S. Grand Ave. Santa Ana, CA 92705 (714) 434-1141	S&S Cycle Rt. 2 Box 215 County G Viola, WI 54664 (608) 627-1467
Rich Products 12420 San Pablo Ave. Richmond, CA 94805 (510) 234-7547	HiTech Products 11023 Glenoaks Blvd., Unit H Pacoima, CA 91331 (818) 834-1060	Hannon’s Machine Shop 21050 Mission Blvd. Hayward, CA 94541 (510) 581-5315
Corbin 11445 Commercial Parkway Castroville, CA 95012 (408) 633-2500	Weerd Bros. Inc 329 W. Lone Cactus, #10 Phoenix, AZ 85027 (623) 869-9477 (623) 869-9478 FAX	SJP Engineering www.sjp-engineering.nl
Joker Machine 1078 West Kirkwall Road Azusa CA 91702 (626) 334-9371 www.jokermachine.com

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BIKERNET NEWS FLASH–SEX SCANDAL ROCKS BIKERNET–WE HOPE

I was just sitting here when she came to the door. I’m hammering away on the keyboard, concerned that we don’t have enough images for the news this week, thinking about the Labor Day weekend and all the treachery it holds: traffic jams, Nuutboy’s party in Idyllwild, the Four Corners run in Durango, the jazz festival in downtown L.A., working on the ’48 Panhead, finishing the edit on my 20,000-word Sturgis saga, and praying that California H-D sells my Street Stalker so I can publish my next book, “Sam, Chopper, Orwell.” Hell, I need to pay the bills.

There she was, all 21 years of raging hormones in a mini-skirt. And they complain that men are the driving force behind sexual appetites. I don’t think so. Sure, our techniques are different, but women don’t have the stigma of being pushy. Where we should act with decorum and sensitivity, the fairer sex can be demanding, overt and as goddamn pushy as they want. It’s not a bad thing. I better open the door, she’s waiting. Then we’ll get to the news.

HARLEY-DAVIDSON GIVES $250,000 TO THE NATIONAL WORLD WAR II MEMORIAL–Harley-Davidson announced this week a $250,000contribution to help build the National World War II Memorial in Washington,D.C. The announcement was made at the culmination of a motorcycle parade ledby a World War II-vintage Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

“On behalf of the company and our many veteran employees andcustomers, we are proud to honor World War II veterans by donating a quarterof a million dollars to help build their long-deserved memorial,” said JimZiemer, president of the Harley-Davidson Foundation and a U.S. veteran. TheVeterans of Foreign Wars, which kicked off its 101st national conventiontoday in Milwaukee, will match 50 cents for every dollar ofHarley-Davidson’s gift.

Harley-Davidson has a long history as a U.S. military supplier. Thecompany’s motorcycles were first used for dispatching and scouting duringborder skirmishes on the Mexican frontier in 1916. During the first year ofU.S. military involvement in World War I, approximately half of all thecompany’s production went to the military. During World War II,Harley-Davidson produced approximately 90,000 WL military models.

More than 14 percent of Harley-Davidson’s U.S. employees areveterans of the U.S. military, and many of Harley-Davidson’s loyal customersalso served our country.

Harley-Davidson salutes the nation’s veterans every year onVeteran’s Day, Nov. 11, by hosting special events at its facilities in Kansas City, Mo.,Milwaukee, Wis., and York, Pa.

BANDIT’S STREET STALKER FOR SALE–That’s right, for a mere $17,000 you can own one of the first Street Stalkers to be formed out of a Fatboy. Its black out style was featured in Easyriders and rode to Sturgis 1998. The bike was hopped-up by Dave at Bartel’s H-D and runs at the top of its game for an 80-inch motor. If you want to talk to me about it, send an e-mail to bandit@bikernet.com, or go see the bike at California Harley-Davidson on Pacific Coast Highway in Harbor City; (310) 539-3366 and ask for Joel.

DON’T RIDE FASTER THAN YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL CAN FLY–Amen, brother. I’m one of them fuckin’ wannabes and this weekend I wentafter my cycle endorsement through the MSF. On the last god damn evaluation,an exercise I smoked repeatedly during the class, I hit the gate toofast, realized my mistake and hit my brakes at the same time Icounter-steered. Locked the fuckin’ front tire up bigger ‘n shit andslammed my fat ass into the ground. Took about two layers of skin offmy elbow and gave me a hell of a bruise on my leg. All I could think ofwas thank God it was this loaner 2000 Rebel and not the Night Train Ihave on order.

Needless to say, I failed the eval. The kicker is, if I’dhave known my point score at the time, I could have rolled right throughthe mother fucker, taken the max number of points and still gotten myendorsement, as long as I didn’t dump it.

Of course in that heat,three out of 12 in the class dumped during the eval, so I wasn’talone. I think that’s why we’re getting another crack at it on Sunday.

We hope to bring the MSF course to our readers in written reports in the near future. We should all take these courses, no matter how long we’ve been in the saddle–Bandit

SIGNS YOU’RE ALL GROWN UP– Your potted plants stay alive.

Having sex in a twin-sized bed is absurd.

You keep more food than beer in the fridge.

6 a.m. is when you get up, not when you go to sleep.

You hear your favorite “party” song on the elevator at work.

You go from 130 days of vacation time to 7.

You’re the one calling the police because those darn kids next door don’t know how to turn down the stereo.

You don’t know what time McDonald’s closes anymore.

Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.

You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald’s.

You don’t get liquored up at home to save money before going to a bar.

BURNING MAN FESTIVAL, RENO, NEVADA–The Burning Man Festival, an eclectic mix of offbeat art, impromptuperformance and cultural experimentation, draws 10,000 or so free spiritsto the middle-of-nowhere Nevada each Labor Day weekend. Tall as afive-story building, trimmed with neon and stuffed with fireworks, the Manis an impressive piece of work, but the real story is in the culture thathas sprung up around it. Burning Man has become a magnet for many strangeand unexpected offerings.

Surrealist sculptors and solar-powered multimedia share the stage with musicians, painters, dancers, poets andgearheads. People labor all year to construct elaborate theme camps rangingfrom potluck barter bars to full-tilt circus sideshows. Costumes abound,including the ever-popular birthday suit. -John

BIKERNET CARIBBEAN REPORT– Hey guys, just got back from the Black Hills, the 60th, crowded asever, fun as always, and the best riding. This year a group of riders fromthe Caribbean (Puerto Rico) were on a mission. I don’t know if you have seenin local news the bits and pieces of what’s going on in a small island inPuerto Rico called Vieques. Well, the U.S. Navy has beenusing 75 percent of the island for target practice for the past 60 years, not onlythat but renting it to other armies for their target practice and landingmissions also.

Just last year,some bozos missed their target and dropped a two-ton bomb on a civilianpost of observation. Needless to say, it was left looking like Swiss cheeseand a civilian guard dead. It’s not the first time that something like thishappened, but this one filled the cup.

For a year there have been hundredsof people invading the military zone, building churches, schools andbarracks, replanting, cleaning the unexploded missiles, and trying to makethe beaches usable, so the marine life could regain control of theirhabitat.

So what’s up with the Navy? Nothing, this tiny island has the largestconcentration of cancer patients in all of the 50 states and itsterritories. There has been a total destruction of the fauna and flora, theturtle species (protected by the Feds) are blown out of the water like paper ina tornado, and on, and on. All the civil disobedients were arrested andcharged with trespassing. People are still doing it anyway. Meanwhile, theNavy tries to buy silence with $40 million, which won’t buy anyone’slife, nor restore the health of young children dying of cancer…..(have youseen Erin Brokovich?).

Even the veterans of many wars are against the Navyin this one. Gore and Bush have claimed to want the peace for Vieques, butthe fight is a long and hard one for us in Puerto Rico.

We decided to ridefor the peace of Vieques on the Black Hills, armed with stickers on ourbikes and a banner. We visited Mount Rushmore, stood there and silentlyopened our banner for everyone to see and read, with our respects to themonument and our respects for the peace of the 8,000 people who live inVieques. After some snaps and answering some questions, once again,silently, we left the presidents to themselves. Time and time again we didthis, just silently and respectfully over the Black Hills. “Vieques has theright to live in peace” it read. Simple and to the point. I’m writing this in the safety of my home, while thepeople of Vieques continue to receive two-ton bomb wake-up calls 180 days a year.People are dying of cancer and radiation-related sicknesses, and civildisobedients are arrested for peace.– Saludos from the Caribbean…Jose

A LETTER FROM CORALDid ya miss me? I had a great time with my girlfriends.I needed to get away for a while and think about my friendshipwith Sin. I decided that I was going to make a serious move on her. She isso sexy and beautiful, I don’t think I can just be friends with her. Wewent to lunch the other day and I was playing with her under the table. Icould tell she was getting really turned on because she opened her legs as Islid my hand up the inside of her thigh. When we walked out to the car, Igrabbed her and kissed her. She was very responsive, pressing her titsagainst mine and pulling me hard up against her. She reached behind me andpulled my ass close to her as she ground her pussy on my thigh. She was hotand wet. We got so turned on that we forgot we were out in public! A carpassed us and we realized where we were. We both had to be somewhere elseso we reluctantly said our goodbyes.

She wants to meet tonight and “talk”about what happened. Talk about it my ass, I’m going to have her. I boughtsome toys while I was on vacation, I’ll let you know if she likes to playwith them. Hell, maybe you can come and play with us. Well, not thistime – this one is all mine, but maybe next time. Take it easy Bandit,try not to work too hard. I’ll be thinking about you while I’m eating yourlunch tonight.~Coral

AMERICAN MOTORCYCLE COMPANY UPDATE–American Motorcycle Co. Some of the people who were involved with the new Indian Co. have bought into Quantum and are now going to berunning the whole show.

They come out of Canada. Murray and Lionel. There willbe an official press release with all the details sent out Monday. Every one is real excited about this and it looks like this is what isneeded to make Quantum a go.

Keith Ruxton is working at Quantum now? Really good to havehim. He is turning all kinds of stuff around for the good.

SPRUNG SOLO SEATS–I’m trying to locate a manufacturer that makes sprung solo seats. I’m building a chopped Hog with a ’94 Evo motor on a Daytec rigid frame. I want to put a small(sorta), sprung solo seat on it so I can have about another 4 or 5 inches allowable on handlebar height.

Harley-Davidson now makes a new police model based on the lastest Dyna chassis. These bikes are available to the public for around $12,000. The solo seat on this model is sprung with 4-inch springs. I used a set on my Daytec rigid for the ride to Sturgis. I took a standard old H-D solo seat and narrowed it an inch to align the studs on it with the frame rails, then built a pivot frame under the seat and modified the existing Daytec seat mount to allow the seat to pivot there. We made stands with 3/4-inch tall studs for the springs to center over and welded them to the frame. My welds suck (I need a Tig welder) but it worked like a dream. Check the Bikernet Garage for flicks.

LETTERS TO THE EDITOR–DAILYNow on Bikernet, the letters to the editor are answered and posted daily in the Your Shot section. That is, if I’m in town, sober, not in bed with …, my mom hasn’t called, the surf is up, my bike is running, she’s jumping my bones, someone gave me a new bottle of Jack, and or…–Bandit

DER “NUUTBOY– Ach tu liber! “Hitler’s dog didn’t have a nose.” “How did he smell?” “Awful!” Gott en himmel!

HOW TO SAY “I LOVE YOU” IN 9 DIFFERENT LANGUAGES?–

English . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . I Love You

Spanish . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Te Amo

French . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Je T’aime

German . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . lch Liebe Dich

Japanese . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . Ai Shite Imasu

Italian . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . .. . . . . . Ti Amo

Chinese . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . .. . . . Wo Ai Ni

Swedish . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . .. . . Jag Alskar

Alabama, Arkansas, Oklahoma, South Carolina, Georgia, Tennessee, Mississippi, Louisiana and Kentucky . . . . . . Nice Tits

BOOK REPORT– I’ve been checking with my local book stores for your materials and have had no luck. I did find one place that had your custom motorcycle book, but that was it. I had printed the first chapters of “Outlaw Justice,” “Prize Possesion” and your new one, “Sam ‘Chopper’ Orwell,” and was sucked in big time and need to finish them. Is there a way to get these locally, or am I going to have difficulty finding them? — ERIC

Well, we did an inventory the other day and discovered that we have 35 copies of “Prize Possessions” and 82 copies of “Outlaw Justice” left. They are virtually sold out. Hell, I’ve got to save a few for posterity. “Sam ‘Chopper’ Orwell will be printed in September.

AN OPEN LETTER TO THE BIKERNET WEB MASTER–Zebra here. Bandit is hopped up on goofballs and flying on screamers. His head is entirely scrambled. He has been deluging me in the most profane drek for several hours now. Ranting and raving about lining up some sort of all-out brawl between himself, Don Johnson and Mickey Rourke to determine who is the undisputed heavyweight champion of San Pedro. Utter balderdash. Disregard anything he sends for the next 16 hours. And for God’s sake, don’t print anything he sends you for at least two days. He could easily bring on a multi-state ATF raid with the way he’s talking right now. In fact, I may have to call in a “tip” and trigger a raid on Bikernet West, just to protect the integrity of the heavy arms and dope stash of Bikernet East.–Zebra,Bikernet.com East

ONE WISH– A man walking along a California beach was deep in prayer.All of a sudden, he said out loud, “Lord grant me one wish.”

Suddenly the sky clouded above his head and in a booming voice, theLord said, “Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways,I will grant you one wish”

The man said, “Build a bridge to Hawaii, so I candrive over anytime I want to.”

The Lord said, “Your request is very materialistic.Think of the logistics of that kind of undertaking. The supportsrequired to reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel itwould take!I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldlythings. Take a little more time and think of anotherwish, a wish you think would honor and glorify me.”

The man thought about it for a long time. Finally he said,”Lord, I wish that I could understand women. I want to know howthey feel inside, what they are thinking when they give me the silenttreatment, why they cry, what they mean when they say ‘nothing’,and how I can make a woman truly happy.”

After a few minutes, God said, “You want two lanes orfour on that bridge?”

A CHILLING RUN–If you want to see the south of Chile in a Yamaha XT600 year 2000 with a professional guide, please visit us at http://www.motoaventura.com, or contact us at rbaum@entelchile.net. Thanks for your attention, Sonia Dvorachuk, MotoAventura Ltda.

MORE OLDER SCOOTS– I would like to see more info on older 4 speed bikes. I have an 84 FXST. I found a way to stuff a 160/180 series tire out back when everyone said it’s impossible, and I did it without cutting the frame. I could share the info with you, but only if you promise to someday use it on your Website.

Another thing. Amtrak has had the Autotrain for some years now. Unfortunately, they don’t accept motorcycles. I would love to take more vacations on my bike but between work and school, time is a factor. Most riders are in my position. I believe some influential people in the motorcycle community should start a campaign to help Amtrak see the light. I have started posting some info on Harley usenet groups looking for feedback from other riders on this subject. –Steven Iglesias 84 FXST

I promise–Bandit

THE STUD–Nick the Dick is a stud. Seems like the every day foul mouthed perverted bunch of assholes I ride with. Wouldn’t change a thing. Keep up the good work. Looking forward to the next long story.–JohnLaw

1946 INDIAN CHIEF FOR SALE– Like some sort of dream, I was able to trade an FXR I was building for this chief. It’s not a 100-point restoration, it’s just my favorite Chief and I need to sell her to publish my next book. $24,000 and I’ll sign the puppy. For information, drop an e-mail to bandit@bikernet.com.

THE FRYED BROTHERS BAND CELEBRATION–

20th ANNIVERSARY PARTY

SEPT. 15-17

FEATURING: THE FRYED BROTHERS BAND EACH NIGHT& OTHER MUSICAL GUESTS FROM FRIDAY TIL 2 p.m. SUNDAY

DIRECTIONS—

1.FROM SACRAMENTO, TAKE HWY. 80 EAST TO FOREST HILL EXIT.(FOREST HILL-AUBURN RAVINE)

2. TURN RIGHT AT THE STOP SIGN. GO 17 MILES TO FOREST HILL.

3. WHEN YOU GET TO THE BEACON STATION – FOLLOW 9 MILES AND TURN LEFT(SIGN ON THE

RIGHT SAYS BIG RESERVOIR – GREEN SIGN ON LEFT SAYS SUGAR PINE RECAREA). GO 3 1/2

MILES AT THE FORK IN THE ROAD TURN RIGHT * THE SIGN SAYS BIGRESERVOIR &

MORNINGSTAR LAKE. APRROX 2 MILES AND YOU ARE THERE !!!It’s gonna be a great party.–Kit(http://www.fryedbrothersband.com/anniver1.html)

JUST LIKE THE BOOK– Little Red Riding Hood was walking through the woods when suddenly the Big Bad Wolf jumped out from behind a tree and, holding a sword to her throat, said, “Red, I’m going to screw your brains out!”

To that, Little Red Riding Hood calmly reached into her picnic basket and pulled out a .44 magnum and pointed it at him and said, “No you’re not! You’re going to eat me, just like it says in the book!”

HANNON RACING, ALL SMILES– Bill Hannon of Ft. Myers Beach, Fla., is not wanting to hex his new motors by grinning from ear to ear. But the track testing last weekend with George Babor twisting the throttle brought the anticipated results the team was looking for and “we’re just happy to be back on the track.”

Babor “did a super job,” according to Hannon. “As we prepare for Indy, Dan Baisley will be flying in from Portland, Or., this weekend for more testing at Gainesville Raceway. Baisley will remain on this coast as we prepare for the NHRA U.S. Nationals. We have been working very hard on this new project and both new motors have made us very happy.”

Hannon Racing is supported on their national circuit by Axtell Sales, Inc., Baisley Hi-Performance, D & G Chassis, Harley-Davidson of Ft. Myers, The Landings Realty Inc., Red Line Oil, MRE, BPM Racing Engines, Dyna Tek, RK Chain, Bandit Clutch, Vanson Leathers and Mastercam. –Hannon 941-463-2778 www.hannonracing.com

LIZETTE’S CODE–I was riding to work yesterday when I observed a female driver cutright in front of a pickup truck, causing him to have to drive onto the shoulder.

This evidently pissed the driver off enough that he hung out hiswindow and flipped the woman off.

“Man, that guy is stupid,” I thought to myself. I ALWAYS smile nicelyand wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic and here’s why:

I drive 38 miles each way every day to work, that’s 76 miles. Ofthese, 16 each way, is bumper-to-bumper, most of the bumper-to-bumperis on an eight-lane highway. So if you just look at the seven lanes I am not in, thatmeans I pass something like a new car every 40 feet per lane. That’s seven carsevery 40 feet for 32 miles. That works out to be 982 cars every mile, or31,424 cars. Even though the rest of the 34 miles is not bumper tobumper.

I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars. That brings the number to something like 36,000 cars I pass every day. Statistically, half of theseare driven by females, that’s 18,000. In any given group of females, one in28 are having the worst day of their period. That’s 642.

According to Cosmopolitan, 70 percent describe their love life asdissatisfying or unrewarding, that’s 449. According to the NationalInstitutes of Health, 22 percent of all females have seriously considered suicide orhomicide, that’s 98, and 34 percent describe men as their biggest problem, that’s 33.

According to the National Rifle Association, 5 percent of all females carryweapons and this number is increasing.

That means that EVERY SINGLE DAY, I drive past at least one femalethat has a lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, hasseriously considered suicide or homicide, is having the worst day of herperiodand is armed.

No matter what she does in traffic, I wouldn’t DREAM of flipping heroff.–Lizette Hotinger,MID-USA CYCLE PARTS INC.,(314) 351-3733

COMPARISON– Why is being in the military like a blowjob? The closer you get to discharge, the better you feel.

THE ULTIMATE HARLEY TOOL–For decades, motorcycle wags have joked that the tool kits supplied with new Harley-Davidson’s lack one critical piece: a pickup truck with which to haul the stricken bike home. Now that Harleys are reliable, the new truck isn’t required — unless you’re the Hog owner who’s got to have everything associated with the famed Milwaukee brand or the Ford owner who also rides a Hog.

There are many of both, according to Gurminder Bedi, boss of Ford’s truck vehicle center, and that’s why Ford created the Harley Edition F-150. It’s a limited-production SuperCab loaded with Harley cues — a rumpa-rumpa exhaust, black-and-orange paint, a black leather interior and 20-inch wheels (the first on any Ford production vehicle).

Ford, which has a five-year alliance with Harley, officially will not commit to sales volume. But an inside source says to expect “up to 10,000 units” for 2000.

On the two-wheeled side of the venture, a sport bike “mule” said to be powered by Harley’s first-ever liquid-cooled V-twin, was spotted testing earlier this year at Ford’s Australian proving ground. H-D is expected to launch the new engine later this year.

QUOTE OF THE WEEK–“Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have forlunch. Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote.” — Benjamin Franklin, 1759

THAT’S IT–Ya got off easy because she’ll be back and I’m anxious to get back into the garage. Have you ever had sex on your favorite sled in the garage? It’s like getting away with something, like being exposed, with the cold concrete floor chilling your toes and your girl straddling the seat of your riding romp mobile completely naked.

I had a garage once that leaned right onto the street. It was wood like an old barn and slats were missing. Sure I tried to cover them up, but it was a holy mess. I had poured a new concrete floor in the small narrow space and hung fluorescent lights. The lights we glaring as she ran from the house to the garage in just a robe. She slipped inside and dropped the robe immediately. I’d explain the steamy happenings on that dusky fall morning, but we’d be renamed a porno site. The point is: Use your imagination this weekend. Now, let’s ride, we’re burnin’ daylight–Bandit.

BIKERNET NEWS FLASH–NEW WEBMASTER ASSISANATES STAFF MEMBERThere’s not a lot we can report currently. The headquarters are still wrapped in that yellow tape printed with little grinning skulls. All I can say is that we were having a board meeting in the garage when the hiss of a .22 short pierced the air and our beloved gopher fell dead. Jason, the hardest working web master on the planet, was attacked immediately by the entire crew, Wrench, Jon Towle, Nuutboy, Oz and even Nick The Dick spilled beer on the pile then sniveled about losing it. We got the gun away from Jason, a silenced .22 Ruger, before he could point it at anyone else. With the entire crew sitting on his chest, I stood above him with his loaded gun and asked him what the problem was?

“I can’t take it. I’ve made the letters in Your Shot interactive, the bikers rights interactive, the classifieds and calendar interactive, and even the news. We’ve put up more tech, you’re bullshit Sturgis competition and now I’m trying desperately to get the products back on line. What more can I do?” He said nearly in tears.

“Drag him outside men,” I shouted. “There must be shallow grave somewhere.” Just then we heard the wail of sirens in the distance. “That homeless cat living in the corner of the lot must have snitched us off.” The crew ran in all directions.

That was last night and I’ve been pretending to be working on the news ever since. In the near future we will reveal in actual photographs the Bikernet world headquarters, but we’re having difficulty getting the shots released from the photo lab. Let’s get to the news:

In Memoriam

EXCELSIOR-HENDERSON ANNOUNCES EMERGENCE FROM BANKRUPTCY– Excelsior-Henderson Motorcycle Manufacturing Company announced that it has emerged from bankruptcy and that its modified plan of reorganization under Chapter 11 or the U.S. Bankruptcy Code has been confirmed. The Company’s confirmation hearing was held on August 18,2000, and the Bankruptcy Court’s order confirming the plan of reorganization was issued on the same date.

The modified plan or reorganization was the product of intensive efforts by the Company to design a strategy that would enable Excelsior-Henderson to reorganize and obtain the required funding to preserve the future of the motorcycle. The Company currently anticipates the modified plan will become effective on or before September 15, 2000, subject to the satisfaction or waiver of certain conditions. As previously announced, the Company’s public stockholders and Co-Founders did not retain an equity interest in the Company going forward (in Sturgis Bandit interviewed Dave Hanlon for Hot Rod Bikes–don’t miss it).The Company’s Co-Founders, Dan, Dave and Jennie Hanlon said, “Confirmation of the plan represents the culmination of several months work. We believe the proposed plan of reorganization represents the best available alternative for the Company and its creditors. This is a great initial step in rebuilding the future of Excelsior-Henderson.”

The plan may be reviewed on the U.S. Bankruptcy Court’s website at www.mnb.uscourts.gov. A summary of the plan will be filed with the United States Securities and Exchange Commission on Form 8-K.

Much more will be revealed about the plan and what the Company has been through in the up coming interview in Hot Rod Bikes.–Bandit

INTERACTIVE DAILY LETTERS TO BIKERNET– It’s almost like prison. The staff voted unanimously that I be forced to answer ten letters to bikernet daily and post them. Jason, the mad scientist, web master made the software possible, and it’s up and running in the Your Shot section.

If you want to complain, ask tech questions, or announce something to the world, go to Your Shot and let us have it. You may see your letter answered the same day, the next day, or never–amazing, huh?

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE–No doubt about it– Bikernet West clearly wins the Sturgis 2000 contest. Hell,you had to drink through at least three parties in Utah and Colorado whileBikernet East only had to cope with two days of rain. Riding with a massivehead takes more skill and courage than just pushing through a few rain drops.

Can’t wait for more stories– you can mention that your bros couldn’t believe howslow (like 10 miles over the speed limit) you were going for the first few days,only to see some good 100 MPH stuff the closer you got to the Jack waiting for youin Sturgis.–K.T. Rose

WILDERNESS AT IT’S BEST–It’s Rick Duffy’s Lake Road Ride,August 26th,Leaving the eastbound Truckers, weigh scale, justeast of the Port Mann Bridge on Trans CanadaHighway 1, at 8:AM.

Overnight stop in Kamloops stay at the Super 8 Motel call1 800 800-8000 to book night of 26th.

This is the great ride around the Duffy Lake Road. Ifyou have never gone around it you will love it. If youhave visitors staying over bring them along. No needto be HOG members. Just sign in the release waver…The wilderness at it’s best… Don’t forget you canonly go into the wilderness half way.Rick will guide you in and out…

MORE MOTORCYCLE COMPANY CHANGES– This is to inform you that today the employees of American Quantum Cyclewere officially told that the company has merged with American MotorcycleCompany, and that will be the new name starting today.

This is very good news as the people that bought the company are the onesthat put Indian together and will do the same for this company.

I am very excited over this and feel that is what has been needed to makethis company a serious player. Watch for some real good things to come fromthis new company.–Rogue

HEY–Did we ever officially introduce Digital Gangster in the news? We should put up a ludicrous picture as well. Maybe John T. could put something together.–Zebra, esq.

Brothers and sisters meet the Digital Gangster, Jason Douglas. Jason meet our brothers and sisters.–Bandit

MOVIE PROSPECTS–Yes here’s another lovely couple of girls who would like to play a biiiig part in the up coming biker movie, Asphalt Cowboy.

ASPHALT COWBOY UPDATE–We want to thank all the riders out there who have sent their pictures and financial help for the film. An option has now been signed to make the movie by experience Hollywood investors, and they have six months to pull it together. Until then the celliod ball is in their court. If you would still like us to consider you for a extra bit in the movie send a photo of you and your machine to Bikernet, P.O.Box 1168, San Pedro, CA 90733–1168. Keep tuned to Snake’s projector room for updates.

A LADY– opened her refrigerator and saw a rabbit sitting on one of theshelves. “What are you doing in there?” she asked. The rabbitreplied:

“This is a Westinghouse, isn’t it?”, to which the lady replied “Yes”.

“Well,” the rabbit said, “I’m westing”.

NEW PRODUCT–Hey Bandit, Even if your bike already has cruise control you can still benefit from the little gizmo they sell out at http://www.throttlerocker.com. It’s just a formed piece of plastic that slips around your throttle with a tab sticking out under the heel of your hand. That way you don’t have to maintain a death-grip on the throttle, you can just put a little pressure on that tab and open ‘er up. I called their 800 number and gave ’em my debit card number and before the charge had even cleared my account, I had the product in my hot little hand. Service like that deserves another glass of Jack. Ride on. The Professor

HELLS ANGELS WORLD RUN REPORT–It seems the local citizens from the fair town of Missoula, Montana have received a taste of what most bikers go through every day of the year. For those who don’t know what happened go to the 1%er section to read about it. There was absolutely no way there was not going to be any violence last weekend.

Everybody knows the reputation of the Hells Angels and God knows, in the old days many tried to enhance that image, Angels and non-Angels. It’s ironic that the ONLY social group to come out of this unscathed was the Hells Angels. In fact they seemed to be the pinnacles of restraint and good manners. Unfortunately there were three major factors that would not allow peace. One was a group of drunken teenagers trying to show themselves as tuff as the bikers intermixed with gawking locals. Another was a police force receiving pointers on how to handle the bikers from paramilitary thugs like the BATF, and the third, a media not just looking for trouble but wishing for it and even encouraging it with their articles. The local press for two solid weeks played up the Hells Angels visit. The papers were awash with stories of what happened in other towns designed to put fear into the minds of the locals for sensationalism and force the hand of the city officials. Interviews with locals asking questions like “Are you worried about the Hells Angels coming?” The asked if people were staying, or if their businesses would be open. With careful manipulation of words the media created an atmosphere of fear and expectancy of an upcoming clash between law enforcement and the bikers. Young adults, eagerly awaiting the excitement in what is normally a quiet town were quickly disappointed by the heavy-handed attitude of the cops preventing their fun.

This type of reporting when concerning motorcyclists has been going on since the infamous Hollister rally. BATF and FBI gave lectures to town cops designed to prime them for a confrontation, giving the impression that the invading hoards were bent on destruction. You can be sure that no mention was made that a lot of the Angels coming were middle-aged businessmen with their families. The Feds took over a hundred out of state officers with little or no interest in the town except for the prospects of going up against the infamous Hells Angels, had them outfit themselves with SWAT equipment and weapons, even threw in a couple helicopters, creating a powder-keg.

With the Hells Angels distrust of the cops, the cop’s distrust of the Angels and the young locals distrust of everybody, mixed with weapons, alcohol and possibly narcotics it is amazing something bigger shit didn’t happen. What are interesting are the responses from everybody after the fact. The police claim victory and brag that they have shown the proper way in dealing with a group labeled as dangerous to society. This is no great surprise.

The town’s people are split between support and outrage at the police response. The Angels, after being smothered by police harassment for nearly a week, are saying nothing. The supporters claim that any force necessary is justified by keeping the peace and social order. The early statistics are that $125,000 was spent to police around 500 people for three days. These numbers are expected to go up substantially. Out of this money nearly all the Angels were stopped, followed or harassed with not one single arrest with the exception of traffic tickets.

Government agencies have quietly established for themselves the right to use any means necessary to combat what they label as a terrorist group, organized crime or dangers to society. They can even legally hold you, if labeled a terrorist, indefinitely without trial. For our greater good, the tobacco companies are systematically being thrown out of business and smokers alienated.

How long before somebody decides that motorcycling should be outlawed for our safety and how many non-riders do you think will object to it. Are you listed in some database only because you own and ride a motorcycle. Eight Hells Angels were stopped, handcuffed and detained for several hours under the pretense that one of them might be wanted by the police. When it was determined that none of them were, they were released. Individual freedom is being smothered under the excuse of social peace and well being. Outsiderhttp://www.bikerlifestyle.net/

GET ME IN DA MOVIE– Nice to talk at ya. Just sending ya some pictureslike I said I would. I will send you a few includingmy 56panel. Great biker truck. Well, it will be. Just to let you know, a fewyearsback I did some commercials, in fact got principal actor in one of them.Havealso done some voice over work, don’t worry, I’m not looking to be Brando anymore, just letting ya know that I have taken direction and I know howto ride very well. I think it would be a ball to be in a movie with eitherone of my Harleys. Congrats on getting your funding for the movie, hope to betalkingto you soon…Big Mikie

WISDOM AND WHISKEY–Ya gotta rise outta my short hairs. Cut & run. Quit the job. Who needsmoney: The Fountain of Youth at the next gas stop. Tom & Huck. Jesse &Frank. The biker & the hitchhiker bitch. Well, maybe ya don’t need meafterall. And as I keep-on, keepin’on, day ta day, I’ll be prayin’ forya. If ya hit a stop that has a ‘puter, send an e-kite to post on theHOLLISTER FOREVER “Clubhouse” wall Keep therubberside down. Ride On! Wino Joe, USA

JUST IN CASE– you needed further proof that the human race is doomed through stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods.

1. On Sears hairdryer: “Do not use while sleeping.” (Gee, that’s the only time I have to work on my hair)

2. On a bar of Dial soap: “Directions: Use like regular soap.” (And that would be how. . . ?)

3. On some Swanson frozen dinners: “Serving suggestions: Defrost.” (But it’s *just* a suggestion)

4. On packaging for an iron: “Do not iron clothes on body.” (But wouldn’t this save even more time?)

5. On Nytol Sleep Aid: “Warning: May cause drowsiness.” (One would hope)

6. On most brands of Christmas lights: “For indoor or outdoor use only.” (As opposed to what?)

7. On a Japanese food processor: “Not to be used for the other use.” (I gotta admit, I’m curious.)

8. On a bag of peanuts: “Warning: Contains nuts.” (NEWS FLASH)

9. On a Swedish chain saw: “Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals.” (Was there a chance of this happening somewhere?…Good grief)

10. On a bottle of ALL laundry detergent: “Remove clothing before distributing in washing machine.” (Hey no more swimming in the washing machine kids)

Always read those labels ……..

IRELAND CORRECTION–Nice Site! Read your Ireland news bit. But HRI.com is MITSUBISHI and harleyriderireland.com is a dead end. So I’m still lookin’ for that redheaded Colleen with the mug of Guiness!

THE BOTTOM LINE IS?–What the hell is this? As soon as I get back in town you bag ass outta here. Damn, I didn’t get a chance to see the finished product, the Blue Fandango, the Azure Fippery, the Azul de la Huevos, the Turquoise Turd, the Peacock Putz, the Sapphire Slug, the Navy Naughty, what ever the fuck you called it. No kidding, don’t wreck it until I get a chance to see it.

Oh, and don’t wreck yourself. Although, I imagine by now you’re getting damaged in some Sturgis brothel bothering the madam about towel service. I got your message about the response to the Blue Streak. I bet it looks bad. –Nuutboy

HORSE BUSINESS–I just wanted to let you know, that as a frequent flyer on BackTalk in Horse Magazine, I get sick and tired of the lame flames at you and what you’re doin’. life goes on and I for one, along with my old man, enjoy readin’ your stuff in THBC. So my response to them is fukkem! I also get sick of the shit they sling at Hammer…I’ve already told him that. if people don’t like what they see, then quit lookin’—plain and simple! can’t wait for the flick, already checked out the sneak peek…looks good, excellent background music too! Anyway…ride till ya rot…. later, Nut

ZEBRA SALUTE–Night of the Vikings…GREAT READING!!!!!!!!!Thanks Brother!!!…Gumbo

APPELLATE COURT SUPPORTS BIKERS IN STATE POLICE HELMET FLAK– Massachusetts motorcyclists roared their approval as theSouthern District Appellate Division of the District Courts overturnedthe “responsible” findings of “improper equipment” citations issued totwo motorcyclists, Timothy Kinch of Plymouth, and Daniel Zaino of HydePark, by the Massachusetts State Police. The ruling completely dismissedthe cases that State Police had filed against the bikers.

“This was a long time coming,” said Kinch, who was cited by State TrooperJack L. Garvin on November 19, 1999, in Middleboro for operating with analleged non-compliant helmet.

Kinch said it wasn’t the $35 ticket, or the six years worth ofsurcharges that had urged him on. “It was a principle thing,” Kinchsaid. “This trooper brags that he writes over 100 helmet citations eachyear and threatens riders with the towing of their bikes. In Court hemisrepresented helmet requirements and statues to the Judge. It waswrong.”

Zaino echoed Kinch. “In September I was on my way to a fundraiser for aparalyzed Hull fireman, when Trooper Valair cited me and over a hundredother riders. It was wrong. We were all wearing helmets. It wastasteless, unprofessional, and pure harassment,” Zaino said. “This wasworth the fight.”

Peabody Atty. Joseph S. Provanzano represented Kinch and Zaino at theAppellate level.

“The Appeals Court acknowledged that here in Massachusetts we use’evidence’ in Court trials, not the mere ‘opinions’ of police officers asto what is non-compliant protective headgear,” said Provanzano.

At the District Court hearing, Kinch represented himself. “Mr. Kinchdid well, but the transcripts of his and Zaino’s trials,” Provanzanosaid, “revealed Troopers Garvin and Valair completely misused the law andmay have confused the sitting Judges. These Appeals cost the taxpayers atremendous amount to rectify this misuse of their authority.”

Motorcycling groups, which included the Riders Justice Committee (RJC)and Modified Motorcycle Association (MMA) applauded the Appellate Courtdecisions.

RJC Spokesperson Georgia Sophis of Braintree stated, “This past yearthe motorcycle community banded together against this obvious harassmentof riders.” “You would not believe the horror stories we are getting. Motorcyclistsare being stopped, their personal property [helmets] seized, bikes towedand then being left with their safety in jeopardy stranded by the side ofthe road,” Sophis continued.

Sgt. Michael Valair, who cited Zaino during the Hull fund-raiser,testified on behalf of the State Police. He startled bikers present atthe Appeals hearing when by admitting to the three-judge panel thatpolice officers have no authority to seize the riders’ helmets, eventhough he has done so on many occasions and often threatened riders.

MMA Spokesperson Jimi Ricci of Waltham stated, “Most police officers andtroopers are reasonable. But we’ve heard of these two troopers, one ortwo more, and a few local police, who seem ‘hell bent’ on harassinghelmeted riders. So we banded together, hired a skilled litigator, tookthis issue to Courts and proved our case.”

HISTORY LESSON–THE FINGER– You know, like giving the finger to the cops above.

Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore be incapable of fighting in the future.

This famous weapon was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as “plucking the yew” (or “pluck yew”). Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, “See, we can still pluck yew! “PLUCK YEW!”

Since ‘pluck yew’ is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodental fricative ‘F’, and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute are mistakenly thought to have something to do with an intimate encounter.

It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as “giving the bird”. And yew thought yew knew everything.

SENOR CINCO PELOTAS–Whadafuck…..now your givin’ my digs to Carlos! Imusta really pissed you off or are your eyes still crossedfrom the fist upside your head in that drunken brawl? Mr. Five Ball AND SHAVED was my shit!!! Including”The Leggy One”. A weekend trade …..hummmmmm…………….that’ll cost you Sin and Coral! Rigid hah………when those long legs wrap around, you’ll learn what aruff ride is and the smile will last for a week! I’m stillsmilin’.–Breeze

Ooops–Bandit

STURGIS RIDE REPORT–Went through the storm from hell on the way out. Firsttime I ever saw it rain completely horizontal. Finelygot to a room in Faulkton SD and that’s when it reallyunleashed. Blew the bikes over and when we tried toget out to them the hotel door wouldn’t budge. Weboth pushed with everything we had and couldn’t moveit an inch against the wind. We had to go out the frontdoor at the opposite end of the building and shimmyalong the building wall to the bikes. There we stayedtill 4:30 in the morning holding up our sleds. Youcouldn’t face the wind as it took your breath away. Theride into Sturgis the next day revealed road signs blownflat to the ground, billboards demolished, thousands ofacres of corn and sunflowers looked like a steamrollerwent over them. That was just the beginning of ouradventures, Sturgis was still to come……….and that’sanother story!–FTW,Stroker

REGRETS FROM THE BADLANDS–By the time you all read this Sturgis will be OVER. I am sooooo jealous, but I have to WORK for a living, as I don’t marry for money or even know how to invest…alas, another major event slips away.

Tell Sasha that I couldn’t get Woman Rider to take a story about 30 women on the road, let alone one, so she shouldn’t feel alone. I hope her trip is safe and quite eventful.

As for me, I buried two great people here this past ten days. Jim and Sandy Formanack , owners of American Made, Inc, an after-market six-year-old bike shop, were killed when their Harley high sided in heavy rains here in South Florida. My community of bikers, all shapes and sizes, are devastated. Jim had over forty years riding experience and Sandy was his wife for over nine years now. It just goes to show you that when your life’s ride is over, the time is up. And it doesn’t matter how MUCH experience you may have. The big guy upstairs needed a mechanic and he called my friends home.

There were services with thousands of motorcycles. The headlights hung like heavy stars in the late afternoon sun. The shop, AMERICAN MADE, as of this writing continues to operate as the owners would have wanted. People have their bikes back and the work will go on. I remember when I put their annual party in Biker magazine and they were so thrilled. When I went through that awful divorce, Sandy held my hand. Jim was 56, Sandy was 45. We are in morning on the Treasure Coast. These people were top shelf, first rate and truly all American made. They will be missed dearly. Ride safe, look good and remember there are thousands of people who love you. Some you just haven’t met yet….–Diva

SHIVER–quiver,white flames rise against blue’tween my thighs!

It was terrific to spend time with you too.Sturgis/Huelet photos are being developed now and I can’t wait to startwriting my journal for bikernet.com! I didn’t get a chance to interviewJennie Hanlon because my schedule was too jammed up. I hope to speak withher at Biketoberfest in Daytona if she will be there.

The trip was tough, that’s for sure. I worked so very hard during those twoweeks and sure hope that things shine for me. I appreciate your introducingme to your industry pals and looking out for me.–Sasha

THE PROCTODOC– A proctologist walked into a bank. Preparing to endorse a check, hepulledarectal thermometer out of his shirt pocket and tried to ‘write’ withit.

Realizing his mistake, he looked at the thermometer with annoyance andsaid, “Well that’s great, just great! Some asshole’s got my pen!”

MORE ON THE BADLANDS–Well buddy looks like I missed ya. The past 4 weeks have been a blur as I did7000 miles in 4 weeks. It went something like this:Left New Orleans and headed up to Wisconsin where I picked up the kids and headed out to Colorado for a visit with my Cajun sweetheart in exile. My son caught the hell out of the brown trout (not bad for an 8 year old) and kept the camp fed. My daughter (age 6) talked us into to going horseback riding. In a hailstorm , straight up a fuckin mountain! My dark haired sweetheart kept the hearth warm and we all danced the Cajun waltz at night. Some of the asides included soaking at the hot springs and having the ranger bring my son home when a mountain lion was seen chasing deer through the campground.

After Colorado I brought the kids back to Wisconsin and turned the Jeep around and dragged the Dyna (yep, trailered) back to South Dakota. There I hung out with the Texas gang at Lake Pactola reservoir and with my Louisiana buddies at the Sturgis dragstrip. My partners raced and we changed tires and drive belts. I met a lot of good people and came to appreciate the tightness of the drag strip brotherhood. Hell, they did not even seem to care that there was a major bike week occurring.

On Wed. I rode out to Huellet WY for the festivities. Some old geezer gave me directions and I ended up in Montana before I turned around. I hit Devil’s tower and Huellet and headed back to Bear Butte lake for a dip. Sturgis at night was the usual party. One of the highlights was the lesbian bull riding escapades at the Full ThrottleSaloon. Those chicks were definitely into it. Of course we rode to Mount Rushmore and Keystone ( where I saw a few of your Hamster Buddies) . We even managed to get in some water skiing on the lake before it was all through. I rode out to Spearfish to look for ya. Honest. The red Dyna was everywhere that week so I guess it was not in the stars for us to collide.

After Sturgis I packed my rig and headed to Colorado for more time with my girl andsome more bike riding. We ended up on top of a mountain eating at an East Indian place called Katmandu with some old hippie waitress that answered every question with “Right On” . After the weekend it was time to head back through Fort Worth where I visited my FXR riding buddy and drew up plans for next summer’s riding. Then it was off to Louisiana for home and get my shit ready for another tour offshore on the oil rigs.Too bad I missed ya in Sturgis but there will be other times. Glad to hear your trip went well and the Blue Flame burns bright. –Anson

BUMPER STICKER NOTIONS– Constipated People Don’t Give A Crap.

Impotence: Nature’s Way Of Saying “No Hard Feelings”.

If You Can Read This, I’ve Lost My Trailer.

I Have The Body Of A God… Buddha

If We Quit Voting Will They All Go Away?

Eat Right, Exercise, Die Anyway

Illiterate? Write For Help

MORE STURGIS REGRETS–Well, you went to Sturgis and I didn’t. I hope the tornado didn’t do you much damage. I’m going down to clean the bugs off the bike and cry myself to sleep.–Sluggo

HEY!– You prick! I wrote you a week ago. I told you I was having a problem getting on the Hells Angles web site. If you can help me say so. If not then I won’t bother you any more you prick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later M.F.

OGEMAW COUNTY, MI RALLY–I was told that this was the last year for the Hog rally in Ogemaw County, MI. Is that true? –Russ

Can anyone help?

SONNY’S BOOK–Hey man, thanks for putting my note to you in last weeks Bikernet news (Sonny’s book report). I showed the wife and now she thinks I’m a big shot or something. Either way she’s given me some and that’s what counts. One thing, though, she keeps screamin’ your name what’s up with that?

How is Ginger, anyway?–Bandit

TWIN CAM SURVEY–Have any of you out there ridden the new twin cam? I rode one recently and can’t see any big advantage over my ’95 Electra fixed up with a Crane 300 2B Fireball Cam, a Mikuni HSR 42 carb, stock pipes with the catalytic converters drilled out, along with a 3/4 inch hole in the rear baffle plate and a Screamin Eagle ign. module and a set of Balance Masters. The twin cam vibrates more than my ’95, and I think that my ’95 runs just as well. If you want to get the horsepower past about 50, you have to own a chain of liquor stores to be able to afford the upgrades. –George

CHOPPERS RULE–Choppers Rule, and I love your film concept…But, the plot seems a little fucking lame to me. Granted you don’t want to copy Easy Rider, but shit, your story is so bubble-gum! You asked for it, you got it….but no matter what, I can’t wait to see it. Actually a couple simple changes may salvage it though. 1. Shitcan the kidnapping bullshit “to prove his love” 2. Change the name of the bad guy club….the Satans HAHA…how about something more along the lines of The Wolves, or Snakes, or Assholes.Those two changes and lots of cameo’s by people we love…and yer on yer way to makin’ history.

Sir, yes sir. We’re all over it, sir–Bandit

FOREIGN CORRESPONDENT GOES TO STURGIS– I’m back in Taiwan now. Sorry, I missed you but, I think I had fun at Sturgis. Had to walk a lot, but also had a lot of good folks give me a ride when I held out my thumb. Interesting thing I happened to notice. I’m from Oregon originally and most of the folks who gave me a ride were from Washington! One guy, when I was leaving on the 10th, not only took me into town from Hog Heaven but asked where I had to go and then took me there. To him and all the others who gave this poser rides while at Sturgis, I thank you. One thing that was really cool was the Panzer display. I asked someone to take my picture standing next to their replica of the Captain America chopper, and the guy invited me to sit on it! I couldn’t believe it! So I did. It felt so cool. Images of open roads and long rides filled my mind. And so did an evil little voice. “Start it up! Start it up! Take off with it! Ha! Ha! Ha!

I saw an unbelievable sight walking drunkenly back to the camp the night before I left. The cops were talking to this one great looking lady who had her hands covering her breasts. I looked again and noticed all she was wearing was a cowboy hat, boots, and a patch or something placed strategically between her thighs. Or maybe she just had a really thick bush. But man, she was not only buck naked but a really good looking buck naked! And I remember thinking, “Why bother her? It’s 2 am. Who’s going to see her? My mind pleaded “Please lower your hands!” Sadly, not all the ladies at Sturgis were that way.

Food prices and such also sucked. Absurd prices for not that much food or other things. And for cryin’ out loud, two dollars for a little bottle of water!? One dollar sure, but two in that heat? Perhaps I’ll write it up for the fiction department. Got a load of pictures, maybe I’ll send you some. Hope next time I can meet up with you.–Sun

JUST SAW MY RIDE–I just saw me and my ride on your site hoping to get a part in the movie, forgot I sent them to you and just last week sent you some more, does this give me two chances to land a part in the movie? I’m the good looking guy with the long blonde mustache and the rigid ’54 pan. Anyways sorry for the making your life complicated.–Pirate

Sorry, only half a chance–Bandit

THE STURGIS COUNT–hadda make a comment on the best party anywhere…me and my buds played a lot of music on stage at the rally last week and saw and heard much more. Can’t remember when there was a party this much fun with this much to see and enjoy.

The headcount was a conservative 773,000 or so according to SD sources. Tip of the hat and thanks a million to ross and rotten and crazy George and the boys at the Christian riders tent and specially, to Woody for having the insight to make this thing happen year after year. next time. –Doc Gaskill( don’t forget to thank Steve Thorpe for organizin’ the stage left so well too!!)

AND THE WINNER IS–Maybe I’m blind but I didn’t see who won the ” name the bike” contest. could you please mention who won it?

You’re right. In the heat of building the bike and riding to Sturgis, I forgot the winner. Karley Ross, from San Pedro, California. the name, Blue Flame, was engraved on a point cover by ancient engraver C.J. before I left, along with the Bikernet Sweetheart.

WHAT IS EVERY AMISH WOMAN’S FANTASY? TWO MENNONITE!–The Gerbigs

FREE CLASSIFIEDS–Yes, that’s correct. We have free individual classifieds and personals on Bikernet, just roll into the site and post your own classified. It will be checked by some of the best looking girls on the planet, then blessed and slipped gently onto Bikernet for two, that’s right, two solid months. Keep in mind that if you have a business, there may be a charge. The Classifieds are free for the individuals. But what the hell, go for it, you might get away with the ad for awhile.

A GUY IN A MASK– bursts into a sperm bank with a shotgun. “Open the fucking safe” he yells at the girlbehind the counter.

“But we’re not a real bank” she replies. “We don’t have any money; this is a sperm bank.”

“Don’t argue! Open the fucking safe or I’ll blow your head off” She obliges and once she’s opened the safe door the guy says “Take out one of the bottles and drink it.”

“But it’s full of sperm!” she replies nervously.

“Don’t argue, just drink it” he says. She takes the cap off and gulps it down. “Take out another one and drink it too” he demands. She takes out another and drinks it as well. Suddenly the guy pulls off the mask and, to the girl’s amazement, it’s her husband.

“See? Its not that fucking difficult, is it?” he says

SAW THIS CAT’S– handmade scoot on Main Street in Sturgis,flipped him a Bikernet card, asked him to send me photos for the website. It’s atotal Mad Max bike, cost about a grand, he rode it some hellish distance, pure biker. –The Agent

TO ZEBRA–Glad to hear you made the trip successful. Congratulations on your victory.I hope that you enjoy the spoils of spoils of your defeat of Bandit and theother bikers form the west. Thanks for showing those west cost riders thatthe east has the hart and stamina to ride with and defeat the best. Goodshow.–ZebraThanks for the invitation. I read something about a ride for Nashville tobiketoberfest on the Bikernet site. I think that Bandit said he would behere signing his book. Then I read about it in the latest Hog Tales. Ithink they are calling it Thunder in Dixie. I do not know if you are comingto that event. It seems pretty backwards to Ride form Miami to Nashvilleback to Daytona. But, anyway, if you or anyone in the Bikernet staff need aplace to stay then please let me know. The doors are open to fellow bros.If nothing else, I would like to hook up with some of the staff.–RH

We might be there, but only the Bikernet West clan. Zebra is still licking his wounds in South Beach. Thanks for the offer–Bandit

YUK– What do Kodak film have in common with condoms? Both capture the moment.

My sister is asthmatic. Last week in the middle of an attack she got an obscene phone call. (pause) He said, “Did I call you or did you call me?”

Define Transvestite: A guy who likes to eat, drink and be Mary!

QUOTE OF THE WEEK–Regret,When one door closes another door opens;but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door,that we do not see the ones which open for us.

BIKERNET GIFT SHOP– Don’t order from us. That’s right, we don’t want your money. Actually, that’s not the case, but we have installed a new shopping cart system which doesn’t work with the credit card system, so we can’t take credit cards. If you need something send us a check or money order and we’ll get it out to you as soon as possible. Hopefully over the next week, we’ll have the credit card business back on line.

Thank you for your patience and understanding–Sin Wu.

MR. BANDITOI can’t stand it anymore. I’ve got to have that girl. The last time we went to the beach she let me rub her down with dark tanning oil. When I slipped my hand under her bra, I could feel her nipples tighten, and when I approached her mound it rocked ever so slightly in the direction of my probing fingertips. I asked her if she had ever been with a girl and she said no, but offered no more clues. She’s so bashful and timid. Can I go for it? Is she like that in bed?

I’m off on hiatus with some girlfriendsin Laughlin. I’m getting “blue tongue” from Sin so I needed to get away for some action. I’ll tell you about it next week.–Coral

RACE TO STURGIS 2001– Hey, I got a Sturgis Challenge for you punks–Let’s race. I’ll even give you a day head start,” Don Center barked into the phone this morning. “Let’s see if you have the balls for that.Don’s company, Iron Horse Trike Works in Rosewell, New Mexico, (505) 627-7858 builds open automotive trikes. Two models, the Python a built 350, and the Anaconda a 454 with 700 R4 tranny with overdrive. I called Zebra, but he was shaking with fear so hard that he couldn’t comment. Don’s monsters get 18 mpg with his foot in it. If we ran 5-gallon gas tanks and got 30-35 mpg, we might have a chance.

OIL CHANGE BLUES–Changing oil is a drag unless you have just the right tools and the patience it’s a fucking mess. While building the Blue Flame I noticed that Daytec had carefully welded in a bung for draining the oil under the center oil bag, sorta like on a stock Softail. I thought about it and remembered when sailing with my partner Bob Bitchin that the motors on sail boats must have their engines sucked dry. No way to drain those puppies. I thought, Marine stores must have pumps designed for just this application. Presto, I get this press release for Pela hand pumps just for changing oil. They will be carried in the new custom chrome catalog and are the best possible way to get the oil out of your bike thoroughly and without a fuckin’ mess. Plus, they don’t appear to be expensive. For more information for the bastards who stole my product idea call (800) 272-7964 or go to www.pelaproducts.com.

CARL’S SPEED SHOP STES SIX WORLD LAND SPEED RECORDS AT BONNEVILLE SALT FLATS– After a five-year absence from the Bonneville Salt Flats, Carl’s Speed Shop set six world land speed records on twin cam and Sportster powered Harley-Davidsons. Doug Morrow, piloting the Carl’s Speed Shop 113 cubic inch Sportster set the fastest one way speed in the APS/PG 2000 class at 178.248 mph with a two-way average of 166 mph.

Aboard Carl’s Speed Shop 99-inch Sportster “Top Gun” Doug set the MPF-1650 record at 158.30 mph, MPs/pg-1650 record at 158.9 and MPF 1650 record at 163.245 mpf, fastest one-way speed was 164.519.

Good friend and noted long time Harley racer Warner Riley, aboard the Carl’s Speed Shop 95-inch Twin Cam street bike, set two world records in Mps/PF-1650 class at 157.604 and 156.738 mph, respectively. The street-ridden 1999 Dyna, Twin Cam is typical of the many Harleys Carl’s Speed Shop modifies daily for it’s customers.

Congratulations, Carl, family and crew–Bandit.

LET’S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE– That’s it. I know there’s more, but some small fisted female is knocking on the door. It’s a gentle, yet urgent tapping, and although I’m just tearing away at the Sturgis saga and need every spare second I can raise to complete it, that tempting ticking is beckoning me. Ah, the questions life poses: Whiskey, women, write or ride. Ain’t life wonderful–Bandit

BIKERNET NEWS FLASH–BIKERNET STAFFER RIDES RIGID TO STURGIS AND SURVIVESThe 60th anniversary Black Hills Rally has been over for a week, and like an ant hill the minions are still scurring from the nectar nest in the Badlands. What a rally. More people, motorcycles, vendors, women, T-shirts, and bars than ever before. Hell, I’m still reeling from all the activities, sharp bikes, ideas for my next scoot and the women who made me smile along the way. I could tell a million stories, from just one segment of the trip, but I must hold back and unleash the full fury of Black Hills Voodoo on my Sturgis Saga, which should roll onto the site next week along with a couple of shots from my new camera. If that bastard is still working after that trip– being packed 40 times, slammed, kicked and poked for 2000 miles, it’s the best. We’ll see how the shots come out.

If the news appears jaunted and disorderly, it’s because the dark-haired beauty attacked me on my return demanding full disclosure, and riding a rigid to Sturgis changes one’s disposition. Hell, I started hanging out at the high school again and trying to pick up teenage waitresses at Bob’s Big Boy. Better get to the news before I get in anymore trouble…

YO, WHAT’S THE WORD ON BIKETOBERFEST?– When is it? Where? What? We going? We need a lot more of those stickers. People loved them. They’re free advertising when they get stuck everywhere. I need more business cards, lose the wrong cell phone number. Drop and give me 20. Where’s the Friendly Fire link? Is it up yet? Let me know what the ETA might be for a new bike (the one you guys built for me is shot). Are we making any money yet? Where’s my gun. Over and out.–Zebra

Fuck off!–Bandit

HANNON PRO STOCK ON DYNO–After several unavoidable delays, Bill Hannon is pleased to announce, “The new bike is finally on the dyno.”

Anyone who knows Bill knows that means track time is forthcoming and more news will follow quickly at this point. “We’re pleased that George Babor will be testing for us. He has a keen “feel” for our program and will add valuable information.”

Hannon Racing, the first Pro Stock Harley Davidson team to dip into the 7 second zone, has traditionally been a team to break records and maintain a very professional demeanor.

Hannon Racing is supported on their national circuit by Axtell Sales, Inc., Baisley Hi-Performance, D & G Chassis, Harley Davidson of Ft. Myers, The Landings Realty, Inc., Red Line Oil, MRE, BPM Racing Engines, and Dyna Tek, RK Chain, Bandit Clutch, Vanson Leathers, & Mastercam. –Hannon 941-463-2778 www.hannonracing.com

WHAT– Boston HOG Chapter’s 9th Annual Benefit Run for the Ronald McDonald House

WHEN: Sunday, July 30

IGNITION TIME/PLACE: Westwood Station (off 128) at 11 a.m. SHARP.

DONATION: $15 per person (bike games, raffles, vendors, two bands, more!) Wristbands can be bought at Seacoast, Merrimack, and Boston HOG chapters on Sunday before the ride begins.

INFO: 617-387-9464

DESTINATION: Maynard Rod and Gun Club, Maynard, Mass. Activities start at noon. If you can’t make the Ride, go straight there! (Route 2 West, to Route 62 into Maynard. When you get to Maynard center, take a right and follow it to Gun Club.)

HARLEY HOLLEY QUESTION–Harley-Davidson has just released a two barrel Holley carburetor viait’s Screamin Eagle brand, part # 27973-00. Can you tell me if you knowanything about how well it will make my HOG run?–Don

Ask and you shall receive–Bandit

HARLEY-DAVIDSON POWERS UP WITH NEW SCREAMIN’ EAGLE/HOLLEY PERFORMANCE INDUCTION SYSTEM– Harley-Davidson and Holley Performance haveteamed up to design and produce an American-made performance carburetor thatwill power up Twin Cam 88 and Evolution engines.

The new Screamin’ Eagle/Holley Performance Induction System for Evolution1340- and Twin Cam 88-Equipped Harley-Davidson Models includes a two-barrelcarburetor, a unique open-plenum intake manifold and a complete air cleanerand breather manifold package.

The new induction system is built for race applications, yet has excellentdriveability and throttle response. Both carburetors use stock throttle andidle cables, but are not cruise control compatible.

The Screamin’ Eagle/Holley Performance Induction System, for 1990-99Evolution 1340-Equipped Models, is offered in both satin (P/N 27970-00) andtumble-polished (P/N 280090-00) finishes. The Screamin’ Eagle/HolleyPerformance Induction System for Twin Cam 88-Equipped Models is also offeredin satin (P/N 27973-00) and tumble-polished (P/N 28011-00) finishes and fits1999 and later carbureted Twin Cam 88-engines.

The satin finished carburetors have a suggested U.S. retail of $589.95. Thetumble polished finish retails for $679.95. Both the Evolution 1340 and TwinCam-88 versions are available at Harley-Davidson Genuine Motor Parts andGenuine Motor Accessories dealerships nationwide.

In addition, Genuine Motor Parts and Genuine Motor Accessories is makingavailable a Rebuild Kit (P/N 29680-00) and a Tuner’s Kit (P/N 29681-00) forthe Screamin’ Eagle/Holley Performance Induction System. The Rebuild Kitincludes all of the necessary items to rebuild the carburetor and has asuggested U.S. retail of $63.95. The Tuner’s Kit includes an assortment offuel jets, air bleeds and other components and retails for $89.95.

For additional information on the Screamin’ Eagle/Holley PerformanceInduction Systems and other Harley-Davidson Genuine Motor Parts and GenuineMotor Accessories, visit the Harley-Davidson web site atwww.harley-davidson.com. To find a dealer near you, call toll free1-800-443-2153 in the U.S.A. and Canada.

A BLONDE’S CAR BREAKS DOWN ON THE INTERSTATE– She easesit over to the shoulder of the road and carefully steps out of thecar.When she opens the trunk, two men in trench coats jump out andposition themselves at the rear of the vehicle facing oncomingtraffic.They begin opening their coats and exposing themselves toapproachingdrivers.

Not surprisingly, one of the worst pileups in the historyofthis highway occurs.It’s not very long before a police car shows up. The enraged coprunstoward the blonde, yelling, “What the hell is going onhere?”

“My car broke down,” says the lady, calmly.

“Well, what’re theseperverts doing here exposing themselves by the road?” asks thecop.

And she said…

(This is good…)

(Ready?)

(Remember, she’s blonde…)

“Those are my emergency flashers.”

40 E-MAILS?–Whats the deal? Got about 40 emails in a half hour giving me the bikernet update! Is the computer stuck or something?

That way we don’t ever have to send you an e-mail again. Actually, we’re testing a new software package. If they ever get it straightened out, we’ll send you two-line reminders of new shit on bikernet every couple of weeks.

ALABAMA RALLY ANNOUNCEMENT–

Name of event: American Ironhorse Roundup

Where: Horse Pens 40, Steele, Alabama

When: Oct 6,7,8

Website: www.horsepens40.com

Contact: Kevin Joyce 205-807-1187 HP40Kevin@aol.com, Greg Collins 205-621-1750

Mail Address: Horse Pens 40, ATT: Kevin Joyce, 1211 28th Street South, Birmingham, Alabama 35205.

SPEAKING OF LESBIANS–Lesbians: 1. What do you call a cupboard full of lesbians? A licker cabinet.

2. What do you call an eskimo lesbian? A Klondyke.

3. What do you call 100 lesbians with guns? Militia Etheridge.

4. Why can’t lesbians diet and wear make-up at the same time? Because they can’t eat Jenny Craig with Mary Kay on their face.

I PAID GOOD MONEY– for a subscription to Iron Horse just before they went out–only got one issue. Then nothing! I love the rag , but man did that piss me off. When I saw the Horse Backstreet Choppers, I said no way, and then subscribed anyway. Oh well, that’s really all I had to say .

PAUL’S NEW RIDE–Yes, Paul Vestal a prison warden, social worker and tireless fighter for bikers’ right has a new road glide. He deserves it after riding Shovelheads for thirty years. If you ever see this guy on the road help him, even if he doesn’t need a damn thing. He should be in the Hall of Fame somewhere. He’s good people and a hard working brother.

SALUTE TO THE SHOVELHEAD BIKE SHOW–

Sunday September 24th, 2000,1:00 to 6:00 p.m.Judging begins at 3 PM At CRUISER’S Tavern,843 North Federal Highway,US Route 1,In Stuart, just North of the Roosevelt Bridge.

Wheelbarrow Benefit for the Leonard Devoe Family Trust Fund(The local director of HIS PLACE Halfway House in Stuartis terminally ill and needs our support.)

All 1966-1984 Shovelheads are welcome to enter!Best Original, Chopper, Paint, Rat, Dresser, Oldest, Latest People’s Choice, and more !!! $10.00 Entry FeeAll proceeds go into the Wheelbarrow!

KYLE PETTY FINDS RELIGION IN STURGIS–In a scene that typifies the oddity of the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, NASCARstar Kyle Petty is serenaded by a gospel choir while revving his VictoryMotorcycle. Petty is in Sturgis celebrating the Victory “revival” for thelaunch of its new 2001 motorcycles.

VICTORY MOTORCYCLES LAUNCHES 2001 DELUXE CRUISER AT STURGIS MOTORCYCLE RALLY–American-made Victory Motorcycles enters third model year with new bike and more than 200 changes to existing models

With more than a half million motorcyclistson hand, Victory Motorcycles is introducing its newest cruiser model at the60th Annual Sturgis Rally this week. The new Victory V92C Deluxe offers all the performance, power and handlingof a Victory motorcycle, as well as accessories like a windshield,saddlebags, backrest and passenger floorboards.

“The new Victory V92C Deluxe is a direct response to consumerdemands for a comfortable, accessorized cruiser motorcycle that is moreconducive to touring,” said Tom Tiller, President and CEO, PolarisIndustries Inc., parent company of Victory Motorcycles. “Victory isoffering great value to our riders with all the accessories that are nowstandard on the new Deluxe.”

Originally launched in the United States on July 4, 1998 -Independence Day – Victory is also launching new 2001 versions of itsCruiser and SportCruiserTM this week.

“With the more than 200 changes and improvements Victory has made for 2001,it’s as if we are introducing three new motorcycles, not just one,” saidTiller.

Features include a totally new, smoother, quieter transmission, an all-newclutch design, a smoother-running engine, a narrowed bike and a reduction inoverall weight – not to mention all-new colors for 2001.The new model introductions come on the heels of Victory’s entry into theUnited Kingdom motorcycle market in July. Named “Cruiser of the Year” itsfirst two years in the United States, Victory plans to shake up the UnitedKingdom’s heavyweight cruiser market.

THE MINISTER OF A SMALL CONGREGATION– was about to start hissermon when he noticed a young woman in the front row. She was wearing atight dress with her boobs almost hanging out. He couldn’tconcentrate on his message to the flock, so he dismissed the serviceand asked to speak to the woman after everyone else had left thechurch.

When they were alone, the reverend said in his sternest voice, “Just what do you mean, coming to church dressed likethat?”

“Why reverend,” the young thing replied. “All of myboyfriends tell me that they can hear the angels sing when they puttheir heads on my breasts.”

“Hmm. Well let me check,” said the man of the cloth,placinghis head between her tits. After several minutes, he raised hishead
and said, “I don’t hear any angels singing!”

“Of course not, reverend,” she said. “You’re notplugged in yet.”

TINKLE TUPPERWARE–Tinkle Tupperware is a big woman, a biker woman and doesn?t give a damn if, after a long ride on a hot summer day, she smells like a bucket of fish bait. Tinkle has always had a lust for life. Late sixties puberty and full speed ahead into the free wheeling seventies and eighties. For Tinkle there was never any question, riding hard, hanging with bikers and raising hell for the hell of it was the only way to live.

Tinkle, in her late forties now, wasn’t getting the action she used to. She knew part of it was because she weren’t no spring chicken and the years of hard and carefree living had taken its toll. But beyond that things seemed to be quieting down in general. The crowd she hung out with continued to thin out. Long time hell raisers were getting day jobs and settling down into more passive lives. The big events at Daytona, Laconia and Sturgis had become rather sedate and populated with larger percentages of weekend riders. Tank, the owner of a small motorcycle and lawnmower repair shop in town had asked her to marry him and settle down. She was seriously thinking about accepting the offer. Tinkle had never really been one to think things through and make decisions, she as a rule just went with whatever her gut said and this had always seemed to work just fine.

But things were changing and so she found herself roaring down the interstate thinking about marriage and a new and very different lifestyle. All things considered it seemed to her that the time had come and she would accept Tank’s offer. But she wanted one last tango in Sturgis. She decided that she would marry Tank when she got back from Sturgis and, as sort of a farewell to the lifestyle she had known and loved, would screw the brains out of every Bikernet representative that she could find. They had an emblem and she had a mission. -Carlos

I HAVE A QUESTION FOR WHOMEVER IS SOBER ENOUGH TO RESPOND– I am puttingtogether a chopper on a rigid frame from scratch, mostly from new parts.I am putting a 94 fairly stock EVO motor in a Daytec rigid frame using aBaker six speed.

I would like to put a mousetrap and hand shifter on thedarn thing and I’m not sure where to start looking for one. Does anyonestill manufacture these things and more importantly, where can I findspecs, instructions, etc for installation, hummmm?????

Any informationat all would just tickle the piss outta me. No, really, it would. I’mcurrently riding a ’98 Heritage. Whatever that means. Thanks forlistening. I feel better now.–Green Larry

Hey, forget the mousetrap, but a jockey shift is very possible. Call Rick at Two-Wheelers in Denver. He manufacturers a jockey shift set-up for an Evo (303) 433-7025.

OH, MY BANDIT, YOU ARE SO BUSTED– One of our Devil Doll Worshippers came across your awesome mention of our rowdy, tarty girl gang. Nice writing, I must say. You certainly have the gift of words, darlin’. And I must say, that seeing my little gothic name mentioned, made my little bones shiver with glee. You totally rock, my mysterious Bandit. Someday, someday, that’s all I will say!! Thank you.

The Devil Dolls love you. GOTHGIRL President Devil Dolls MC

BANDIT–How was your trip? Sin and I missed you, well actually Sin missed you. I was glad you were gone. She’s so hot, and since you were out of the picture we spent some “quality” time together, since she didn’t know what to do with her afternoons. I did, though.We hung out and kept ourselves entertained. Well, I don’t know how entertained she was, but I was. Last weekend we went to a day spa for a massage and mud pac. I enjoyed watching the female technician rub mud all over Sin’s succulent body. Damn, I wish I could move faster with that bitch. I only had a couple of weeks to warm her up to a thing with another woman.

I caught her checking me out when the girl began to rub me down. The swedish technician wasn’t as bashful as Sin, and was completely enjoying my 38 DDs. I could see Sin’s nipples harden as I ran my hand under the blonde’s white uniform. Damn Sin’s a hot buxom oriental and that long black hair drives me crazy. I gotta move on her before you get back.–Coral

FLORIDA RUN– Some time back, I pestered the late Dennis Stemp about my goofy concept, Project OLAF. One Lap Around Florida. I still hear his practical response, “Why?” Well, I live in the only state with a perimeter that can be ridden using only US highways the entire route, 1,700 miles give or take– a long run that takes in everything from Deep South swamps up on the Georgia border to the emerald Caribbean waters of the Keys. When I do this ride, now it’ll be with Dennis in mind. –John Siebenthaler, Creative Services, Inc. a one man advertising agency with offices is Daytona, Sturgis, Hollywood, New York City, Detroit, Chicago and Missoula Montana.

HARLEY DIVIDEND COMING– Harley-Davidson, Inc. (NYSE:HDI) announced today that its Board of Directors approved a quarterly cashdividend of 2.5 cents per share, payable September 19, 2000 to shareholdersof record September 8, 2000. The company currently has approximately 302.6million shares of common stock outstanding.

MOVIE PROJECT RECRUIT–Hey,here’s a pic of me washing my ride and a pic of my ride,’54 pan.Is movie stardom in my future?Like the site. –Pirate

NUUTBOY RETURNS FROM IRELAND–Okay, so there I was, in the frenzy of LAX, at the British Airways Baggage Complaint Desk. It’s Friday 4:00 PM, frantic, hot and sticky. The last time I had any sleep was something like 2 1/2 days ago. I’m feeling like a zombie. One of my bags is missing, it’s on the next flight (it will be delivered at 2:00AM Sat. morn.) from Heathrow, England. The last of the frazzeled, sleep-deprived students (Yes, Scott finally made it to Arizona) are on their way home. We plan to meet again for a party, in a month. Some will make it to the party, some will be away at school, some will be off on other adventures and some will ‘have other plans.’ But we all will have lived an adventure.We left Ireland, then England, in a rainstorm, the first in weeks. Our month long stay ended in a rush to buy gifts, say goodbye to new friends, see a couple more things, packing, and a raucous party at the Brazen Head Pub on Bridge St. next to the River Liffey. We have to re-learn to look left when we step off a curb, how to flush a toilet, that you can dry clothes on a line, counting dollars instead of pounds or punts, hot water is available anytime you want, not to depend on the 123 bus to get to the City Center, no tour bus will be waiting at the Charlemont Gate, no 30-minute walk to school, no crowds of smoking and yelling adolescent Spanish/Italian students walking five abreast on the sidewalks, no five-course potato dinners, pizza, and a thousand other adjustments to life.

Travel in Europe for two weeks is tourism, after that you begin to become a resident alien. Ireland became what we made of it. Each of us had a unique experience of it. Even when we traveled together, we brought to our experience our own interpretation.As the numbness of jet-lag wears off, I (and the rest of my traveling companions) have to gear-up for the more familiar routine of life here in the states. We’ve unpacked. We paid the bills. Laundry is being washed. We are trudging through a mountain of magazines and mail. We are starting to make contact with friends.

School starts in a couple of weeks.Yet there is still that lingering feeling of what we’ve experienced- the mad-capped pub life of Dublin, the beauty of the green and verdant country side, the complex variety of cultural history and artifacts, the delightful friendliness of the Irish people and the uniquely Irish quality of life we’ve learned to enjoy. It will always be a part of our lives–Nuutboy, bikernet college professor and nail driver.

ANOTHER RUN REPORT–Just got back from Sturgis, it was good, it was bad, and a couple of times it was fuckin ugly! Maybe I’m just getting old and tired of the bullshit but the cops in Sturgis wore my ass out.

How many times can you get pulled over so the fuckin dog can sniff you for drugs…that and a sorry ass drunk that I put to sleep in the Broken Spoke. The good shit was Hewlit, want a party that was….raisin pie all the way. I think that I’ll let the trailer towing bastards have Sturgis and set up camp in Wyoming. By and large it was still a real good time…even had a guy from Easyriders spring for my dinner one night…. made up for the bullshit ticket…ride safe.–Daddy Wack

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HOW YA DOIN’?– I finally got on the web; and have been checking out yoursite. Ilike it. You’re doing a good job. As soon as you and Oz get some nakedwomen, it’ll be a great job!! I saw the pictures of your Sturgis bike, you’re a betterman than I. If I tried toride a rigid to South Dakota my hemeroids would be bleeding so bad I’dhave to be stopingevery 500 miles for a fucking blood transfusion.

I was glad to hear that you mayhave foundyourself a good woman. I guess I won’t tell you about the little red headI was going to in-troduce you to. How about your new honey, she have any friends who mightlike a ride on a good looking scoot? –S.T.

Naked women. Hmmm?–Bandit

NO REAL RANT–just disturbed that in the rise of the HORSEseveral writers that I truly liked have been lost–still it is kind of neat that an old Easyriders hand is on board. Hope the Horse can settle down and get some good writing going. Over the years I really got a kick out of some of the old Horse staff’s trips around the country. check out the trip through Russia–that was pretty slick—the new group seems pretty dedicated and that is what it’s going to take. I’ve been riding for well over thirty years and motorcycles are my life, so I have bought and subscribed to almost every bike magazine published. Right now I have over two thousand mags cluttering up a two bedroom apartment–adios

TWO DOCTORS–Two doctors opened offices in a small townand put up a sign readingDr. Smith and Dr. Jones, Psychiatryand Proctology. The town fathers were not too happy with the sign and theyproposed Hysterias and Posterios. The Doctors didn’t find it acceptable, andsuggested Schizoids and Hemorroids. The town didn’t like thateither and countered with Catatonics and High Colonics. Thumbs down again, by now the story was inthe papers and suggestions began rolling in: Manic-depressives andAnal-retentives.Minds and Behinds. Lost Souls and Ass-holes. Analysis and Anal Cysts, Queers and Rears, Nuts and Butts, Freaks and Cheeks, Loons and Moons.

None of these satisfied one side or the other,but they finally settled on Dr. Smith & Dr. Jones, OddsEnds.

ENTRY DEADLINE NEARS– for10th International Automotive Media Awards.The deadline for submission of entries to the IAMC awards recognitionprogram is Aug. 18, 2000. This 10th International Automotive MediaConference and Awards (IAMC) event is being held Oct. 28-30 at the LasVegas Convention Center, Las Vegas, Nev., immediately prior to SEMA PressDay Oct. 31st.

“We have a full schedule of activities planned,” said Walter R Haessner,executive director of IAMC. “Featured seminars are by Adobe? software andApple? computer; awards presentations will begin on Sunday Oct. 29th andconclude Monday evening Oct. 30th. All members of the automotive media,whether print, television, electronic, www, radio, or public relations, areinvited to participate. We are hearing from many new people this year, aswell as those who have participated in the past.

“This 10th IAMC should break all records,” Haessner continued. “For thesecond year, IAMC is being held as an adjunct to the SEMA Show, madepossible through the support of SEMA. The new date and venue were seen asmajor improvements by the 1999 attendees.”

Those people needing entry forms can download an Adobe? PDF from the IAMCwebsite (http://www.iamc-isvp.org/root/iamc.html). At the IAMC page, select”Conference Details.” A link is in place for anyone needing AcrobatReader?. If faxed forms are needed, or if you have any questions, pleasecontact the office at 520/622-2201. Conference registration forms are alsoavailable for non-entrants; registration without entries closes Oct. 27th;late registration is available at the IAMC, Oct. 28-30, 2000.

“An elite group of supporting sponsors?Hagerty Classic Insurance,Meguiar’s, Inc., Mercedes-Benz USA and SEMA?helps make the IAMC possible,”Haessner added. “Their involvement is very much appreciated.”

For additional information on:The IAMC and awards entry forms, contact Elaine Jordan at 520/622-2201;e-mail to iamc@iamc-isvp.org

HEY MAN–I noticed that you ain’t with Biker no more. I been reading yourstory in the horse and just wanted you to know that I don’t know what’sgoing on at ER and Biker, but it ain’t what it used to be. Lost touchwith guys like me. I ain’t hardcore, but I love to ride and been doing itsince I was 12 in 71. Spend all my money and time on the bikes, and wantto keep in touch on new stuff and events.

Please keep doing it. We allneed your perspective. Rip’s gone. Who’s left? The Horse is alright, butI ain’t that fucked up about this chopper thing. Love em, but it don’tmake you shit, if you got shocks on the back. My back can’t take ahardtail. Need a new mag with more regular guy bikes, real road info. Whatdo you think?Gonna do it?– Ted S., Little Rock

Ya never know about these things. It would have to be a constant good time, like this is–Bandit

YO, BANDIT– I hope you can help me out. I e-mailed a letter to Corbin about their Cobra seat which is for the Softtail frame as to whether or not it would fit my Atlas rigid frame or not. To date I have not heard from them, maybe you might be able to get a response from them. I really like that seat and think it would look good on my scooter.If not guess I’ll stick with the one I’ve got. I’m from the era of choppers,hardtails and apes though mine’s not chopped and it didn’t take me long to get rid of my apes,and go to pullbacks but I still run a rigid frame as the chicks seem to like the vibrations better. I hope I’m able to continue using the computers at my little,local library. I was down-loading some prison websites that featured some nude women and the prudes in this town got upset and ratted me out. –Snake

Mike Corbin was just inducted into he Motorcycle Hall of Fame in Sturgis, along with Rip and others. He’ll even be harder to catch now. He’s innovative and inventive, but tough to get on the phone–Bandit

PICOTTE LOOKS TO MOVE UP IN AMA POINTS RACE– VR 1000 Pilot 8th Overall after top 10 Finish at BIR With just two races remaining on the AMASuperbike 2000 schedule, VR 1000 pilot Pascal Picotte left BrainerdInternational Raceway on Sunday looking to improve on his eighth placestanding in overall points. Picotte finished ninth in the circuit’s 10thrace of the year, and said he is anticipating the next round at Pike’s Peak,where he led the closing stages of the race and finished second a year ago.”Pike’s Peak is a track where a good-handling bike like the VR 1000 can dowell,” Picotte added.

According to Team Manager Steve Scheibe, the team is working hard to furtherincrease the performance of the VR.”The bike ran well today, it’s run well all year — but obviously we stilldon’t have enough horsepower,” said Scheibe. “However, Harley-Davidson fansshould know we are committed to changing that.”

From a qualifying position of 10th, Picotte started strong and climbed tofifth in the early laps. However, he slowly lost ground on Brainerd’smile-long straight.”I was closing the gaps in the corners, where we were very strong, but inthe end we didn’t have enough speed,” he said. Picotte currently trailsYamaha’s Tommy Hayden (seventh) by 13 points and Honda’s Miguel DuHamel(sixth) by 16 in the standings. Scott Russell did not finish at Brainerd after a fitting on his VR’s oilline leading to the oil pressure sensor broke early in the race. Oil leakedonto the exhaust pipes and caused Russell to pull out.

DAYS INN BLOWN AWAY–MAYBE–I just got an email from a friend at Excelsior-Henderson, he just spoke to the Days Inn in Sturgis, and they told him that the Days Inn in Spearfish is closed due to the storm on Tuesday. He said the roof got ripped off. Bummer! Better call to find out the deal if you’re staying there.–Patty

Mike and Lana put on one helluva terrific Cajun fiest at the Days Inn in Spearfish last week. The food was spicy, but not that spicy–Bandit

MC CLURE BACK FROM STANTON, STURGIS AND BRISTOL–Whew, this time of year you have to remain focused, focused on racing and focused on the road. Jim McClure, Williamsburg, Va. left the IHRA CARQUEST Northern Nations, Stanton, Mi. rainout to drive straight through to the mid west mecca of Harley drag racing, Sturgis, SD.

Rescheduled for Sturgis, McClure won the rained out ADBA Atlanta race. McClure qualified unlucky 13 for the Sturgis Top Fuel field and was taken out early for the Sturgis win. But no time to cry over spilt milk, the McClure’s loaded up and headed for the S & S Nationals at Bristol, Tn, qualifying 2nd behind Bill Furr, Orangeburg, SC with a 6.713 for Furr and 6.719 for McClure.

The Bristol facility proved to be good for McClure as he took a win in the final.

August 19 IHRA Stanton, Mi. (reschedule)

Aug. 22-26 IHRA Norwalk, Oh.

Sept. 8-10 IHRA Epping, NH

McClure is supported on his national tour by Rivera Engineering, Primo Products, Red Line Synthetic Oil, ACCEL, Hampton Roads HD, Southside HD, F & S HD, S & S Cycle, Inc, Performance Machine, Axtell, Autolite & Vanson Leathers www.jimmcclureracing.com

HOLD ON– Why are cowgirls bowlegged? Cowboys like to eat with their hats on.

What’s the definition of a teenager? God’s punishment for enjoying sex.

What two words will clear out a men’s restroom? “Nice Dick!”

Why do we have orgasms? How else would we know when to stop?

WEERDO’S NEWS LETTER– We’re gonna have a monthly newsletter to keepour friends informed on what the Weerdos are up to–http://www.weerdbros.com.

Hey, if you’re in the market for a front end for your project, contact these guys. I have got to say that if it wasn’t for the quick and ready assistance of the Weerd bros, I would have never made it to Sturgis. I ran a 14 over wide glide that worked like a dream. When I needed answers they returned calls, sent brackets over night and new the answers to keep me going. Good people! –Bandit

MR. FIVE BALL–I’m innocent, I’m innocent…. is that the only thing youknow how to write anymore. If you’re not fuckin’ guilty,then I’m the Pope!

That Carlos ain’t a bad writer, what the hell happenedto the rest of his NASA story?

That’s Mr. Breeze gawdamnit! Now your just fuckin’with me! You ask me what name to use, I tell you andyou do just the opposite. I would expect no less fromyou!

I’m innocent–Bandit

SHAVED—that’s just torture. First you tempt uswith Sin Pussy, now this! I can never tell where yourlife ends and your fictional fantasies begin. Just when Ihave myself convinced that Sin Wu is a figment of yourimagination you come up with a photo (Great inkCindy, I hope you haven’t taken any offense at my funwith your last name as no disrespect is intended).Do you have anyone to hand out your Bikernet stickersat The Buffalo Chip? I could take care of that for you. OK, OK……you only want beautiful women doing it. Ihave that covered too. I could talk my Sturgis date intodoing it. A sexy six footer, with a yard of leg, hair likea midnight forest, dark glowing eyes to get lost in, andhot enough to melt the porcelain out of your spark plug!They’ll be knockin’ each other down to get to her!–Carlos

Wish I could have taken you up on the offer. Wanna trade Sin for the leggy one for a weekend?–Bandit

DID YOU KNOW–With the data now available for all markets for the full year of 1999 motorcycle registrations, Harley-Davidson’s world-wide market sharte in the 651 cc plus catagory soared another 14 percent over 1998 to represnet 26.7 of the global new motrocycle sales. Rock and roll.

Paul Yaffe Moved to new larger headquarters. Master customizer Paul Yaffe has new digs at 2211 E. Indian School Road, Phoenix, AZ 85016, (602) 840-4205.

Bikernet is in heated negotiations to carry the Chrome Specialties line of Prison Blues and their other super-cool clothing on Bikernet. We will also offer little Joe’s Leathers since that’s all I wear anymore. That’s HAL leathers.

My mother, yes Bandit has a mother who is 79 years old and is about to take a cruise around the world. You know whose paying for it? Harley-Davidson. That’s right, she bought 100 shares in 1903. No I’m kidding. She bought the stock in 1988. A lousy 100 shares. With splits she now owns 800 shares which is worth 38,000.

Hamster in space. Damn those yuppie Hamster bastards with their high priced bikes that they never ride. At least that’s the going line about the guys in the yellow t-shirts. Seems somebody missed the fact that some 50 rodents ride to Sturgis every year. Arlen has ridden to Strugis some 20 times. Anyway at a gathering to munch on seeds and nuts it was announced that a Hamster T-shirt was launched into space. That puppy went over 17,000 miles an hour and some 26 miles into space. That gettin’ high.

Dave Hanlon interviewed for Hot Rod Bikes in the Cubs bar in Sturgis. Drunk as skunks I tried to get Dave to tell me what’s happening with Excelsior-Henderson. The rowdy racket in the bar drowned out the tape recorder and girls kept trying to drag Dave into the head. Twice a 200-car train rolled past directly behind the bar and the waitress kept opening the door next to our table to flood the 95 degree bar with the sound of thousands of bikes on Lazelle outside. If Dave told me anything I was too drunk to remember it, the tape didn’t pick it up, besides someone stomped it in the fist-fight that insued. Seems the guys at the next table thought I was taping their conversation about making a crank lab in a closet. I was, hell, I needed to make enough money to get back to San Pedro.

Watch for new Bikernet T-shirts in the near future. We’ve got a new design using the famous Jon Towle’s artwork for our patches which will be for sale in Bandit’s Gift shop next week. Check ’em out.

Fiction World Is Growing: Hot Rod Bikes has commissioned my ass to write scalding fiction monthly in the Peterson publication. They also asked me to write a history piece on mufflers. Does anyone know the history of the muffler? Help me, help me, please.

The Sturgis 2000 Bikernet Chop-off is still underway. Zebra made it there first and rode the most miles. I rode a rigid and had more fun along the way. Watch for the two sagas on the site and look over the bikes–then vote. Let us know which is your favorite, the one you hate, or well whatever you think. We had a helluva good time doing it.

OVERCOMING–A successful person is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him or her._David Brinkley

THAT’S IT–I’m not accustomed to this much work, besides I got a call from the dark-haired beauty. She’s been working out regulary and is looking so trim. She’s on her way to my arms for some afternoon delight. I need to wrap this up, put on the music, poor the wine and brush my teeth. This is what life is all about. Laying around afterwards watching the sun set over the harbor.

This weekend we’ll put the ’48 Pan back together and begin to tune the dual 42 mm Mikunis. It’ll be interesting to see if a 61-inch 52-year-old Pan will burn rubber. –Bandit

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NCOM comes to PORTLAND, October 22!Mark your calendars NOW! The West Coast REGIONAL CONFERENCE of the NationalCoalition of Motorcyclists ? NCOM ? is set for October 22nd, 10 am until 7pm,followed by a party, of course, the Freedom Fighter’s Social. The conference isat the Airport Sheraton Hotel, and it’s FREE to ALL bikers. Mention NCOM for thespecial room rate of $99.00 a night, single or double or however many you canload in.

AMONG THE ISSUES on the agenda is the new proposed Federal “Anti-Gang” act,along with the Patriot Acts, and the possible effects on BIKERS. Don’t miss it ?free, on Oct. 22.

NEWSBITS ‘N’ PIECES

NEW YORK, NY: The SEC Starts Inquiry Into Harley-Davidson according to theAssociated Press. Allegedly, Harley announced they intended to limit short-termproduction and decrease planned motorcycle shipments. On April 13,Harley-Davidson said it would increase motorcycle shipments from last year’s317,000 units to a target of 329,000 units, below original plans of 339,000units.

The company also lowered earnings forecasts for the year, citing weakfirst-quarter sales and a GLUT of 2005 bikes on dealer floors. In response,Harley shares plunged to their lowest price in more than 14 months. TheSecurities commission started inquiries because of complains from shareholders.Harley said it is cooperating with the SEC, and noted that in light of thepending shareholder litigation, it wasn’t surprised by the inquiry.

WELLINGTON, NEW ZEALAND: A Kiwi set the world SIDE-HACK speed record. NewZealander Glenn Hayward, driving a 1000cc machine dubbed the Flying Kiwi,shattered the 19-year-old world speed record for motorcycle and sidecar on astraight stretch of highway on New Zealand’s South Island. Riding with a 60kilogram (132-pound) weight in the sidecar, Hayward reached a two-run average of272 kph (170 mph), eclipsing the previous record of 222 kph (139 mph). Arepresentative of the International Motorcycling Federation observed the recordattempt, making it official. Y’wouldn’t find ME at half that speed with asidecar! Riding those things takes some special talent!

WASHINGTON, DC: Our unhappy dealings with Dr. Jeffrey Runge from NHTSA is endingwith his departure from that agency to become Chief Medical Officer for theDepartment of Homeland Security. Hopefully, his replacement at NHTSA will have amore open mind when it comes to the welfare of bikers on the highways. Runge hasbeen a headache for motorcyclists for the past four years. ‘Course, havin’ himinvolved in Homeland Security makes me kinda quiver too.

TACOMA, WASHINGTON: Thurston County residents who have to raise their voices tobe heard over the noise of a neighbor’s dirt bike or motorcycle now haverecourse. A county ordinance makes motorized vehicle noise illegal when itreaches 55 decibels on a neighbor’s property — about the same level as aconversation. The ordinance covers ALL noise not just ORV (dirt bikes). The boomboxes in cars and carried on teen shoulders are part of it. Now THAT we can livewithout, but just the vehicle’s OWN noise is a little different. Folks, havesome kindness on your throttle and we can avoid more laws like this one!

GAS PRICES AT NEW RECORD: This isn’t really news, but the national averages havegone crazy. Most of us SAVE bigtime on fuel when we’re on our scoots, but itstill STINGS worse and worse.

The real problem in my mind is the impact fuel costs have on the prices we payfor consumer goods. It’s way past time for us all to be writing letters andsending E-mails to our elected officials in the Federal government. The peoplecan stop this if we get mad enough to scream at Congress.

The high cost ofliving is raising hell with us all, especially those on fixed incomes. Let’s allget busy and write a letter or two.

DIESEL BIKE: There has been research for years on diesel aircraft engines. Whynot diesel engines for motorcycles? Seems like a no-brainer to me. Motorcycleshave been evolving for nearly a century. There is even electric technology.

Think about it, you would never have fouled plugs and you could still have thoseloud pipes some folks like so much, plus the advantage of even BETTER fueleconomy. Diesel fumes stink a little but what the hey! People will know we werethere because their noses know! Emissions are LOWER than gas engines, too.

MEDICAL MALPRACTICE: There is a big fight brewing here in the Pacific Northwest,in Washington, over a BALLOT MEASURE designed to LIMIT your access to the courtsthere!

There are enough mistakes made in the medical profession that a watchfuleye is required to FIX the PROBLEM, instead of screwing the legitimately injuredpatients.

To combat lawsuits by those patients INJURED by medical negligence,the Washington State Medical Association now has more than $3.6 million in thebank and $5.3 million pledged – all directed at taking away our right to our dayin court, IGNORING the needs of people injured by medical negligence, andprotecting insurance industry profits at OUR expense.

The people who supportthis fund: Hospitals $1.8 million, Pharmaceuticals $100,000, Insurance Industry$830,000, Med.l professionals and practices $1.7 million, WA medicalassociation. $733,000, and THIS just in Washington State.

We need to protect patients who are injured by the handful of bad doctorseverywhere who cause most of the malpractice. We need also to protect our manygood doctors from price gouging by the insurance industry.

WRITE YOUR CONGRESSMAN AND SCREAM BLOODY MURDER wherever you are. Remember totell them that TORT DEFORM is bad for EVERYONE! This stuff is nasty.

STATELINE, ID: Remember the recent kidnapping of Shasta Groeneg and the murderof her family? Bet you didn’t see it on TV, but BIKERS played a big role. Morethan 500 Harley-Davidson and other motorcycle riders came to empty their pocketson behalf of the biker’s daughter who survived the horrific abduction,

The sixhour benefit drew more than a 1000 people who donated cash at the front door ofCruiser’s Bar & Grill, a biker hangout in this town just east of the Washingtonstate line. Total receipts were not announced.

“You say bikers and people thinkof gangs, but these people are the best people in the world,” Groene said.”These people step up for anything and everything.” And you and I know it, don’t we?

THE GUNNY AGAIN: Remember, when bikers need help they are served by the bestgroup of folks on the face of this planet. Our AIM (Aid to InjuredMotorcyclists) attorneys are there for US when we need them the most, becausethey ARE us ? they ride, they KNOW what we face out there on the roads, and theylook out for our interests. Ask anyone who’s been hurt and someone else was atfault, what their AIM attorney did for them!

You DON’T hear the same sorts oflawyer stories MOST clients tell. These AIM guys really care about our welfare.Call 1-800-ON-A-BIKE, or 1-800-531-2424, or here in Oregon Sam Hochberg isalways available at 1-800-347-1106 toll free, or email at SamBikeLaw@aol.com.

Your Gunny is AIMGunny@aol.com.

Keep the round side on the bottom.Gunny, Oregon AIM Chief of Staff

AND THAT’S ALL THE NEWS THAT FITS!

BIKERNET NEWS

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I’m innocent, I tell ya. I’m working every night on the sleek Daytec Blue Flame. I try to squeeze in a workout every other day. The joints to hit along the way to the wayward badlands are lined up and Markus came out to memorialize the bike with his photographic talents. Sometime, during the next week, you’ll be able to see the Joker Machine Blue Flame perched alongside the bristling L.A. Harbor in all its glory. It’s got 300 miles on it and it’s running fine. That’s two bikes built in three months, but do I get any slack? Not a fuckin’ bit.

Even though the pressure’s up on all fronts I just had to drop everything as the dark haired beauty strolled into the shed last night. She was seeking solace from the trials of her two job, 3-kid life, and I had the answer. I fixed her a drink as she flowed onto the couch like butter over steaming pancakes, her dark hair glistening as it cascaded over her slender shoulders. She moves around my pad like a dense fog engulfs the harbor at night, but there’s a hidden agenda. She hates men, and will not commit. Which is alright with me. Her husband of 15 years abused her and destroyed her life. She’s like making love to a female serial killer, I’m never sure when she might pull a knife and take my wind. Yet, there’s a warmth in her gaze, a soft-spoken caring nature and a nasty appetite for lust. I noticed for the first time last night as I listened to her hectic day’s activities, that everything I suggested, she disagreed with. Finally, my patience shredded, I said, “Are you going to disagree with every goddamn thing I say?” I was aching to tell her that Sin Wu never disagrees with anything, but I’m sure that would have cooked my goose forever. The mistress of darkness got to her feet slowly, took my hand and said, “I’m sorry, baby. Bad day.”I shrugged, took a slug of Jack and set the glass back on the table.”I know something we always agree on,” she said and tugged on my arm, and I got to my feet. We better get to the news. I’ve got less than 24 hours left.

SONNY’S BOOK REPORT–Just got done with Sonny Barger’s new book and it was great. When are you going to do your own story? It would sell. I have never met Sonny, but I know a few Angels. In your travels I’m sure you have met him, if so, what’s he like? –Coach

Depends on the mood he’s in at the time. As far as a book about me, forget it. The statute of limitations isn’t up just yet.

STURGIS REPORT FROM BOB ILLINGWORTH–Expect a crowd of 600,000-800,000 bikers this year. The following information might be helpful in planning your trip.

ROADS:1- Vanocker Canyon, 1 mile of gravel, (Sturgis End) very passable then acomplete new pave job all the way to Nemo Road A great ride!!

2- Boulder Canyon, heavy construction for the first four miles (Sturgis End)loose gravel, very sharp detours, 25 MPH through this area will be enforcedby radar 24 hours a day.

3- Highway 24 between Alladdin and Alva Wyoming (2 miles) heavyconstruction, single lane traffic controlled by pilot car. Very passable,check at Aladdin or Alva before crossing pass for updated road conditions.NOT RECOMMENDED IF IT HAS RAINED OR IF YOU ARE AFRAID OF GETTING DUST ONYOUR POLISHED BIKE.

4- I-90 West bound lanes closed for ten miles starting at Sturgis. Twolane traffic only.

5- I-90 East and West around Rapid City two lane traffic only, heavyconstruction. Expect massive delays around Rapid and Sturgis.

POLICE:The police have made it very clear that they intend to strictly enforce alltraffic laws with 24-hour radar. With the largest crowd ever attendingSturgis they must slow the traffic down in order to make the roads safer forall.

PS: Harley Davidson will not be marketing Beer with the Harley logo this year or as we were told. Has something to do with image. So hang on to your 99 Harley beer, it might just be worth something in the future.

BOB’S NOT DONE YET–Deadwood has announced that it will allow bikers to park on Main Street for two of the rally days. Parking will be allowed on the west side of the street on August 11 (Friday) and August 12 (Saturday) from 1pm to 2am. My guess is that if there are no problems this year, the future years could bring back full parking for bikers on Main Street in Deadwood.

Asphalt Cowboy Update– I mentioned that an option deal has been signed to produce the biker flick Asphalt Cowboy written by ex-pro football player Conrad Goodie. The story is based on one my book outlines about a bunch of freaks who ride cross-country annually. They live for the ride, the adventure and not much of anything else. The story is based on a handful of guys I knew in the early ’70s in Long Beach. Many of ’em are dead now. Some didn’t make it to the end of the run.If you wander into the movie projects section of Bikernet, you’ll see that we’re recruiting players for the movie. Below are a couple who think that they should get their shot on the silver screen. What do you think?

PICK ON WOMEN DAY ** (Every man’s struggle in vain…)I married Miss Right. I just didn’t know her first namewas Always.

Marriage is a 3-ring circus: Engagement ring, weddingring, and suffering.

The last fight was my fault. My wife asked, “What’s onthe TV?” I said, “Dust!”

In the beginning, God created earth and rested. Then Godcreated man and rested. Then God created woman. Sincethen, neither God nor man has rested.

Why do men die before their wives? They want to!

STURGIS BILLBOARDS AND SHIT– Sure, I’ve shared this masterful Jon Towle originality with you before, but there’s more. I will be packin’ Bikernet stickers from the evil mind of Jon Towle. In addition we’ll have patches for sale, so we can afford enough gas to keep riding once we get there. Also, the agent and I will be carrying ballots and collecting votes on our bikes. This is a life and death situation. If he wins, I’ll feel like shit, since I built his bike with Nuutboy, who couldn’t handle the extreme Bikernet deadlines and escaped with 30 college co-eds to Ireland, Wrench, and the assistance of Custom Chrome, Baker and Eddie Trotta at Thunder Designs in Fort Lauderdale. If I win, all will be well with the world of biking forever more. I will feel vindicated and proud to climb to the craggy pinnacle of the Devil’s Tower and shout for all the world to listen, “Let’s Ride, We’re Burnin’ Daylight.”

MO’ ON STURGIS– Excelsior-Henderson wants to invite all of you to visit with them at the upcoming Sturgis Rally. The Road Crew and Demo team will be set up at their customary spot at the Days Inn, off I-90 at exit 30, the second Sturgis exit coming from Rapid City.

Included in the events is a factory group ride from Belle Plaine to Sturgis, leaving on Friday, August 4th and arriving at the rally on Saturday afternoon.

Demo rides will start on Monday, August 7th and run through Saturday, August 12th, during the hours of 9am-4pm. The fleet will be complete with Super X’s and Deadwood’s, along with some of the factory accessories and special paint that is offered on many models.

Also on display will be their newest model, code-named the American X. Don’t miss the action

BONNEVILLE SALT REPORT–We just got back from the salt. As I mentioned earlier, Rick Vescowanted to go out to Wendover to see about picking out a course forWorld Finals.

At the far end, you may have seen an old log (telephone pole) down11 miles or so. In the vicinity of the old weathered log, there is anold rusted out barrel, barely visible in the salt. This barrel useto mark the END of the international course. When we dragged thecourse years ago, there was an old dead sheep here. We always said to”turn around when you get to the dead sheep”.

This vicinity was our starting point. From here we drove back towardsWendover and found most all the salt was quite smooth & white. Therebeing only one or two short rough spots. As we got to the end of theaccess road, the area where all the traffic drives, it is definitelyrougher, but Rick felt this could be smoothed out with the drag. Wedrove back and forth from the freeway to floating mountain trying tosee if any one area would be better than another. The overcast skyallowed us to see and the mirage was kept at a minimum.Last year, when you approached the end of the dike, the salt felt likeyou were driving over cobblestones. Well, it is all healed, andsmooth. As smooth as the salt is, you wouldn’t know you were drivingover thesame area.–Cris

GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE THAT LITTLE CHILDRENHAVE LEARNED–

1) No matter how hard you try, you can’t baptize cats.

2) When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don’t let her brush your hair.

3) Never ask your 3 year old brother to hold a tomato.

4) You can’t trust dogs to watch your food.

DRAG RACING UPDATE–Jim McClure qualified # 1 at the Atlanta Nitro Classic ADBA Nationals. But severe weather took away his chance to get even with the track that put him in the hospital for 23 days three years ago when his nitromethane powered engine exploded.

McClure ran in the 6’s each pass at the Atlanta Dragway, Commerce, Ga. qualifyng #1 with a 6.863 and taking top qualifying speed with a 207.40 mph. McClure cut his ET to 6.75 in round one defeating Sam White, Columbia, SC.

McClure maintained tremendous consistency running within a 1/10 of a second and over 203 on each pass with a top speed of 210.31 mph. In round 2, a 6.765 ET defeated Stan Verheijen of Holland.

But when it was time for the finals against Canadian Warren Hill, ol’ Mother Nature had other ideas. Several tornadoes touched down near the track and the event was called prior to the finals.

July 28 Apehangers Bar & Grill 5:30-8:30 Budds Creek, Md.

July 29-30 AHDRA Budds Creek, Md.

McClure is supported on his national tour by Rivera Engineering, Primo Products, Red Line Synthetic Oil, ACCEL, Hampton Roads HD, Southside HD, F & S HD, S & S Cycle, Inc, Performance Machine, Axtell, Autolite & Vanson Leathers. –www.jimmcclureracing.com

BROTHERS REPORT–Presently in Wis. loading up the camper to take the kids out to Colorado for a couple weeks. Then it will be a return trip to drop them off at home before I head back to South Dakota for the rally.

Looking forward to Sturgis. It has been 7 years since I last went. Time kinda gets away from a guy when he is busy with working and kids. I’m 47 years old at this point. The master plan is to pull a Bandit at age 50 and take early retirement. Find a farmhouse here in Wis. watch the grass and the kids grow and spend more timeriding and pursuing self-interests.

Will be keeping an eye out for you and Agent Z. If younotice a red DYNA pull alongside ya with LA plates it’syours truly. Enjoy your ride out.–Anson

RUMOR HAS IT–THIS IS THE TRUTH–When Neil Armstrong set foot on the Moon, he made the “One Small Step”comment that has gone down in the annals of famous quotes. He also followedthat comment with a much lesser known quote “Good Luck Mr. Gorsky.” Thiscomment confused everyone at the space center in Houston, after checkingboth the Russian and American space programs, no Mr. Gorsky could be found.

Upon Neil’s return he was questioned about Mr. Gorsky, Neil only smiled andsaid nothing. For years, every time he was questioned Neil only smiled.Finally, in 1995 at a news conference somewhere in Florida, he was againasked about the mysterious Mr. Gorsky. Neil smiled and explained that Mr.Gorsky had died and proceeded to give his explanation.

It seems that as a child Neil’s family lived next door to the Gorsky family,one day when Neil was playing outside, Neil overheard an angry Mrs. Gorskybellow, “Yea, you’ll get a blow-job when that kid next door walks on theMoon.”–E.J.

WANT ADS FROM HELL– Automatically burns toast.

Sheer stockings. Designed for fancy dress, but so serviceable that lots of women wear nothing else.

Stock up and save. Limit: one.

We build bodies that last a lifetime.

For Rent: 6-room hated apartment.

Man, honest. Will take anything.

Wanted: chambermaid in rectory. Love in, $200 a month. References required.

Man wanted to work in dynamite factory. Must be willing to travel.

ZEBRA’S DRUNK AGAIN–Keep it up? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ha, ha, ha! You’re the sissy who needs three days just to get to Sturgis! I have exactly 2,431.8 miles to cover. I will be there in 34.7 hours traveling at an average speed of 90 miles an hour. I’ll be sure and have a Jack on ice waiting for you, motherfucker.__Zebra

RADIOWOODSTOCK.COM CHOP SHOP-Bikers, Babes, Tattoos-Wednesdays– HEY BABY, WANNA RIDE? STRAP YOURSELF ON TO RADIOWOODSTOCK.COM CHOP SHOP.CHOP SHOP, WEDNESDAYS 8PM ET US.LIVE WWW.RADIOWOODSTOCK.COM, WOODSTOCK TV CHANNEL.

So you’re surfing the net and seeing all kinds of stuff and whamRadioWoodstock.com’s got a screen full of biker babes and a roomful ofscreaming custom bikes. Oouuch. Too hot. It’s English Don’s “Chop Shop.”Smoke your tires, and head on over. Its www.radiowoodstock.com

TRAVEL HINTS–Okay this is hopefully the last email I send to you before Sturgis. (lol) If anyone is interested in checking their routes on the way to South Dakota, check out this website and enter the states your interested in for construction alerts along the way. This is a great site for this. Gives all the roads and what they’re doing, so you can ride through them or around them.

Thanks Clayton for sending this our way. Rand McNally – Plan a Trip –Patty

READER COMMENT–Homie made early Evo, with Santee frame, and the dog probably eats better than you! He was panting from the heat. He lives in the desert of Arizona. But if it makes you feel better I’ll throw him an extra dog bone today!Ride free, don’t sweat the petty stuff, pet the sweaty stuff!–Mobile 2000

CORAL’S WATCHING– Saw you at the Bike Show on Sunday, who were your friends???Sin and I went to Harold’s last night for the 9-Ball tourney and she had alittle too much to drink, so I took a chance. We were playing on the back table and I keptbrushing my tits against her. I was so frisky that a couple of the guysstarted making comments and thanking us for the show. I like testing the water with her–she is responding nicely. She was wearing these little shorts and every time she leaned over to shoot,you could see that part where leg turns to, well, she was really cute.

She’s so shy, so breaking her in might take some time. How long have you known her anyway? Tonight we’re having a slumberparty and watching old romantic movies. I suggested she invite you, but shesaid something about breaking in your bike. Do you guys really just dolunch?

Do you have different girls for lunch and dinner? I could bebreakfast! Another thing to think about, oh, I never did get my answerfrom last week, handcuffs could be fun.–Coral

WHY MEN CAN’T WIN–If you work too hard, there is never any time for her. If you don’t work enough, you’re agood-for-nothing bum.

If she has a boring repetitive job with lowpay, it’s exploitation. If you have a boring repetitive job with lowpay, you should get off your butt and find something better.

If you get a promotion ahead of her,it’s favoritism. If she gets a raise ahead of you, it’sequal opportunity (or she’s blowing the boss).

BIKERNET BABE CORRESPONDENT STURGIS REPORT– Working on getting a sponsored Confederate Hellcat for my ridewestward. Matt and I are trying to figure out how I can carry gear. I’mthinking Chase & Harper bags which are totally removable. I won’t have achase van with me. I was going to be riding with an NYC bunch but theybailed so I’m going it alone ’til Indiana when I’ll meet up with the SteelDreams TV guys who will film me. Cool.

Woman Rider does not want to do astory on my ride. I said to the editor, now what woman would jump on one ofthe hottest bikes on the marketplace and ride from New York City to Sturgisto show off the iron? Not too many ladies would lather up the chance. Ifind it hard to believe that a woman’s motorcycle magazine would not beinterested in such a unique story. Maybe I’m being too full of my idea?That’s okay, I guess. I’ll calm down, then again maybe I won’t.

Penthouse is 20 million eyeballs per month on that site. I’m in charge ofthe links and all things related to that Sturgis piece. It’s not about thenudity, it’s the allure of a hot bike and pretty ladies who ride their own.

American Iron and American Rider have other ideas for the Confederate. Ipitched Frank at Hot Rod Bikes and Mitch at Motorcyclist–haven’t heard. Iwould like some kind of motorcycle coverage besides the Steel Dreams TV.-Sasha, Bikernet correspondent from the Big Apple.

CH-SHSHSH, CH-SHSHSH… DO YOU HEAR THAT?– Listen, real close………..there. There it is again.

Hear that? Know what that is? That’s the road calling you, dude. Yes, you. Remember? You and the road. You and your scoot, thundering down the highway. Mountains on one side, open desert on the other. Small towns here and there, barely hanging on to existance. One pump gas stations, with only 87 octane. Ancient little greasy spoon diners that serve up chicken fried steak and berry pies, at counters with those round seats that spin, covered with cracked yellow vinyl.

Mini-marts that never heard of Sierra-Nevada Pale Ale. Little local bars, with beer soaked wooden floors and carved up tables, nicotine an inch thick on the walls, French tickler condom machines in the bathroom, and a 50-cent pool tables. And all the house sticks are crooked as hell, of course.

Rest stops with old Pontiac sedans, filled to the gills with Mexican kids. Teenagers in front of 7-11s that come up and talk to you about your scoot. The red and orange glow of the sunset on the desert sky, stars starting to peek out, clouds glowing like fire. Two-mile long freight trains that you see in the distance, and make you think of the song “Orange Blossom Special”. That clickety-clack freight train beat echoing in your head, making you slowly and unconsiously open the throttle more, til you’re going 90mph.

NOW do you hear it?

Yeah, that’s that highway song a-callin’, and it’s a-callin’ YOU. It wants you to jump on that bad motorscooter and pedal your sorry ass out of California and see what the rest of this country is about before you get too old to enjoy it!–TigerButt ’98 Softail

BLONDE STORY OF ALL TIME– Here’s a blonde story to end all blonde stories! A True Story…if she had killed herself-God forbid-she’d be a shoo-in for the Darwin Award.

Last summer, down on Lake Isabella, located in the high desert, an hour east of Bakersfield, California, a blonde (of course!!), new to boating was having a problem. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t get her brand new 22-ft. Bayliner to perform. It wouldn’t plane at all, and it was very sluggish in almost every maneuver, no matter how much power she applied.

After about an hour of trying to make it go, she putted over to a nearby marina. Maybe they could tell her what was wrong. A thorough topside check revealed everything was in perfect working order. The engine ran fine, the outdrive went up and down, the prop was the correct size and pitch. So, one of the marina guys jumped in the water to check underneath only to come up choking on water, he was laughing so hard.

REMEMBER, this is TRUE. Under the boat, still strapped securely in place, was the trailer. –LWATTERS

LEARN MIKUNI CARBS– check out www.siue.edu/~rsutton/SR/mikuni.htm This guy has done the job right for one of the Mikuni carbs. –Rick Bates

AND NOW FROM OUR FREAKY CORRESPONDENT IN IRELAND–Last weekend I stumbled around Galway, the biggest little party town in Ireland. Every pub was aroar with jabbering tourists and fiddling and piping musicians. All the main streets (there are three) were packed with young tourists form all over Europe aching to party and puke. The rutting smell of musk & testosterone was rank in the air. Zeke the Splooty would be right at home here.

In my stumbling around I ran into Barry Ryan, an ‘older’ Irish H-D biker who has been riding since he was a kid. Ryan looked like the hard-bitten, straight talking kind of ‘old-time’ biker who wouldn’t take any shit off of anybody. He was ridding an ’86 FLH “chopped down” H-D. He said he had broken with Harley Riders Ireland in ’93 and now ran with the Tramps out of Limmerick. His view of the hog scene in Ireland was that there were plenty of riders with traditional heart who were not part of the “fuckin’ up-scale market bullshit.” Like I said Ryan is a straight talking biker.Unfortunately, I didn’t have more time to shoot the shit with him, but he said he could be contacted at HRI.COM or harleyriderireland.com Any of these guys would appreciate information about Harely-Davidson… parts, products, general information, etc.

That’s it. I’ve got to find me a green eyed, red haired, full breasted colleen to help me get a grin out of Guiness.

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NO COMPLAINTS, BUT–no complaints about your site, it’s awesome. You remember that Towle illustration in the “news” section last week of the biker holding the two screaming rugrats(god love ’em)? Well bro, that’s gonna be me very soon. That is why my scoot, ’98 Springer Softail, is in your classifieds. Surely somebody out there has a need for a lowered Springer with 15″ Apes. If I sell it soon, I hope I can get started on my own version of a homebuilt rigid chop, the only way to go I now realize. I can’t offer much, but a bottle of Jack will be on its way to Bikernet headquarters if it sells. Can’t wait to see you stomp all over that bastard Zebra’s ass on the way to Sturgis, the “Wild Blue Yonder” is fucking sweet!!!–Aric

HOWDY–I see you got a contest goin’ for a walk-on movie gig? Don’town a camera but pics have been taken of me and my bike. There someplace Ican email them instead of snailmail ?

Send ’em to bandit@bikernet.com.

NAME GAME CONTINUES– here is a name for the scoot I’m going to build:PRIME DIRECTIVE.

You are welcome to name your bike this, I will find anothername.Ride Free and Rasin Pie to Ya–Scooter

As the blue beast goes for a name,howz’ about “BLUES 4 ALLAH”. An old Dead song. Time to ride–doodah

Since this is a speed contestie: who will get there first, you’ve got to have a winning attitude.In order to convince yourself and gloat in Sturgis, how about this,BLEW BY U…. (of course there is a double entendre)–Mike, Iron Butt Dresser, Ontario,Canada

On the naming of the bomb,,,,,”Maximus Blue Sledius”. (vagina targeting homing vehicle).Oh, I got laughed at with my stock pipes, so I’m going to go with them HardKrome Double D’s. I like the sound already!!!haha. Have you ever mounted any of these bad mothers? (dgperf.com)714/630-5471 maybe you should test ’em on Maximus Blue Sledious.

HAWGSKINS–Hey, there’s a new product out there, Hawgskins. The idea is chaps for your scoot. Brendt Baker makes a line of thick black leather covers for the lower legs of your scoot, “I already had all the leather I could wear on my body, so decided to throw some on my Hawg.” That’s his reasoning, but for me I thought I’d see if they didn’t keep the nicks and dings out of my billet sliders.If you’re interested in chrome road grime protection call (505) 627-5888.

DON’T FORGET BEAU’S RIDE FROM NASHVILLE–That’s right. This will be a country star-studded ride from Nashville to Biketoberfest with stops and parties every night along the way. I’ve been invited and hope to rumble with the rest right down to the beach in Daytona. I’ll be signing my new book Sam “Chopper” Orwell. For more informations call Beau, formally the editor of Big Twin magazine, (949) 645-8036.

MAXIM MAGAZINE TIPs OF THE MONTH– Here’s an old army trick to keep you from getting blisters when you’re hiking or walking through downtown Sturgis all day long wearing boots. Take a pair of women’s nylons and put ’em on under your socks. Make sure you put on the knee-highs and not the trouser-size ones, you sissy. Blisters will be a thing of the past–Chris VanSant, Blackwood, NJ.

So the bees are killing your campsite party. Put a few cups full of beer about 30 yards away in strategic locations. Bees are attracted to the sugar. If you’re lucky, they’ll drown themselves in it before you do–Tom Carrey, Morris Plains, NJ.

Caught in a Wyoming thunderstorm? To keep the inside of your tent dry, dig a channel six inches deep and wide all around it. Use the excess dirt to build a channel running downhill, away from your tent. Then jump inside, go to sleep, and dream or hell, don’t dream, drag her inside with you–Jennifer Scott, Broomfield, CO.

THAT’S IT–With less that 24 hours to go and lunch time fast approaching there’s a soft sorta hushed knock on the door. It’s Sin wearing a painted-on bikini and a beach towel wrapped around those heavenly hips. She’s tanned to a rich golden coffee color which makes her look as healthy and fit as a marathon runner, although her sizeable overflowing chest would hinder her ability to compete. Sin hasn’t a competitive bone in her body. She’s tall but seems to walk on air. She comes bearing lunch and cold beers and talk of this girl she met at the beach again, Coral. I listen intently as I reach under the table and stroke her soft thighs gently. Then it hits me that I have a speedometer to install, and the cable I have has the wrong fuckin’ fittings. I yanked her to her feet, “No time to lose, baby. I’ve got to get to the shop down the street for a part.””No problem, honey,” She purrs. “I’ll come back tomorrow.””Tomorrow I’ll be on the road, babe. The shop will be open for few more hours. We’ve got time.”Her suddenly sad eyes brightened like the flood lights on the cranes over the harbor when the sun dips behind the Palos Verdes Pennisula. She pressed her chest against mine. I took a step backwards…To Sturgis or to hell, let’s ride–Bandit.