Just a few random shots of life from the past month or so
with some short dialogue for anyone who cares.
Half Off, why not, old man wouldn't come off his, so I got my own. It will be great once lil' man starts hitting up the MX tracks and we have to start carrying tools. Plus it got all the spares out of my stack on.
It rained for what like seemed forever. I guess the Beers, Bikes, and Guns all have
to be operated indoors after several days of flooding rain.
Some of you know this guy and I'm not telling you who it is if you don't know. No, it is not me, it's about a decade old if I remember right. Soon, thanks to this guy, he's going to help post up some of the raddest late sixties chopper lifestyle photos and stories that could be had. He's shared some but I'm waiting to post them until my computer and his words can do them the appropriate justice.
BDub showed up.
Just making sure his rubber stayed on, or something like that. LMAO.
Ramping puppies and CBT Life Forever.
Tucked in after another night out howlin' at the moon.
Swung by the old Mayor's Mansion after I got BDub off the side of the highway.
He almost rode with another "brother", who got a flat in the exact same spot as him within 3 minutes. This highway "brother" decides though that he's going to ride on the back of a flat trailer with no ratchet straps on his bike. The flat occurred on the other side of Tuscaloosa on the Interstate. He said the dude rolled his bike on the trailer that came and got him and started putting his helmet on and BDub yelled, "hey homie, you may wanna put that scoot in gear so it don't roll off." Dude's response, "mang, das..da...bessss...idea I dun hurrrd all daaaayyyy....thanks brudda," and then he rolled off down the interstate on the back of an open trailer. What an awesome story.
I'm still playing around with this project and it's making
slooooowwwwww progress, but progress none the less.
Thanks to my buddy Luke for the trade on the sweet risers too.
They may end up on the EVO once i get a longer clutch cable.
The one I have on there right now is stretched to max.
"How high's the water, Mama?
Five feet high and risin'
How high's the water, Papa?
She said, 'Its' five feet high and risin'"
"Well, the rails are washed out north of town
We gotta head for higher ground
We can't come back till the water goes down
Five feet high and risin'
Well it's five feet high and risin'"
Me and some buddies built my lil' man a choppy bike out of a Huffy.
CTFH! It's 7 feet 2 inches long.
First ride was a success. It took him 3 tries until he figured out how the turning radius worked but after that he was like an old grey beard cruising down the open highway on a stretched and raked Panhead.
It was literally 75 degrees the Saturday before this and everyone was riding bikes
in short sleeves in January. Four days later it was freezing cold,
snowing and school was canceled. Crazy weather.
Took a shovel with us on this particular trip and made a little bump for him to start getting comfortable getting some air. By the time this photo was taken he had knocked it down pretty good. This was at the end of the day. Hopefully within the next year, we will have saved enough scratch together to get him into a CRF or KTM and get some real track time in.
Little man just learning lessons. Riding with the big boys will tear your bike up. But he worked it out the following day and helped clean his intake and got reinforced on lessons he has already learned. Even if he doesn't remember next time, we still spent time together and that's the most important thing.
Jeff Wright hooked it up once again, so the new carry along tool box will
start out with some appropriate labeling.
