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I was raised by wolves. Very kind, very nurturing wolves. I love riding to a town a just barely learned the name of on a Friday, making a decision at the intersection to get myself lost 1000 miles away from home on a Saturday, and trying to figure out how the hell I can get home on a Sunday. Just ride a place and see a thing.

Dennis Hopper, Gets a Deserving Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame

Dennis Hopper, who is said to be losing his battle with advanced prostate cancer, still managed to smile and exude that witty sense of humor as he addressed hundreds of fans, family, friends and press on Hollywood Boulevard while receiving the 2,403 star on the Walk of Fame on Friday.

The noticeably emaciated “Easy Rider” star spent most of the ceremony seated, but after being carefully assisted up to the platform, he was quick to attribute the various bandages on his face and body to prying paparazzi.

“Yesterday, I got up and out of the house and someone yelled ‘Hey Dennis!’ I thought I recognized the voice, so I kept walking and turned around but I didn’t see the little ridgeline in the road and I took a terrible fall because I have no muscle,” Hopper, in his signature pageboy cap, said softly. “So I fell directly on my face, and I had my glasses in my hand. I got pretty screwed up. I know you (the paparazzi) have a tough job, but sometimes you should be a little more sensitive.”

The ailing actor then thanked his beloved friends and family for being the sculptors of his success.

“Everything I’ve learned in my life, I learned from you and the wonderful world that I traveled and saw…well, I got it all from you,” Hopper added. “This has been my home and my school. And I love all of you. I just want to thank you. This means so much to me, and thank you very much, everyone.”

The 73-year-old was joined by a bevy of Tinseltown legends for the momentous occasion, including Jack Nicholson, David Lynch and Dwight Yoakam. And his close friend of over 20 years, Viggo Mortensen, gave us an emotional insight into why Hopper truly is deserving of the coveted Hollywood star.

“My love for him is unconditional. We have continued to share a mutual curiosity in our artistic way of living life. Dennis Hopper has remained a constant source of ideas, humor and inspiration,” Mortensen said. “He keeps himself honest and those around him honest. His candor and his modesty inspire fearlessness in others – this sets him apart as an artist and as a friend.”

And what is it that Jack Nicholson loves most about his “Easy Rider” co-star?

“Everything,” he told Pop Tarts exclusively after the ceremony.

Hopper’s 19-year-old son Henry also attended the ceremony, but fled the scene visibly upset when questioned about his father’s health condition.

The actor’s attorney also revealed earlier this week that his star client was down to a mere 100 pounds and was too weak to continue chemotherapy or to be questioned by his wife’s divorce attorney.

Hopper filed for divorce from his wife of almost 14 years, Victoria Duffy, in January this year and has since been granted a restraining order that prohibits her from communicating with him via any electronic form of communication or coming within 10 feet of himself, his adult children or his personal assistant.

Source: Fox News

On a personal note, seeing Dennis Hopper who was a pioneer in so many ways on his way out is a bummer for me.   He’s spanned so many eras:   he was in true grit and other westerns that I love, he was in Easy rider, my all time favorite movie, he was in Hoosiers (where he was brilliant), and he was timeless in all of them.   Dennis, You rock.

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12,000 hits today

Today, I had 12,000 hits on the MrZip66 blog. Kind of cool. Harley-Davidson featured me on their facebook page. Right on! I hope you guys ride the easy rider route and fill in my gaps.

So I’m moving this weekend. Next weekend is my daughters birthday. That means, in 3 weeks, if all goes right, I can get out into the wind, the open road, and get the hell out of dodge. I so need it. Looking forward to the first good ride since I rebuilt the street glide. I trust this engine. She’s got all new insides, but her heart is the same. She wants to ride, just like me. She wants to tour. She wants to see more. This is a good bike.

Had a good day today. B.A.C.A. brought back my mojo. Went to court with some of my brothers to help out a step mom and her daughter to support her abused daughter. The mother was visibly shaken as she asked me and my friends to escort her to her car, because her perp has been threatening her. I love these situations. I’ll walk that line, and so will my bros. I explained our mission, that will do WHATEVER it takes to keep her daughter safe. we mean it.

It brought back my fire. My fire, is that I’m a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. Someone commented on my patch today, saying “who is against child abuse?”. I told him, “yeah, camp out in front of a scared kids house at 3 in the morning, go to court with scared kids and do it all the time and its more than just a statement patch”.

Don’t underestimate what we can, and will do.

We’re a sheild, not a sword. Make no mistake though: We will do whatever it takes. It’s your call perp. Like my tattoo says: Don’t tread on me. It’s all about the kids.

Got a new tattoo sunday.
And, the street glide is officially broken in...

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The Road.

Riding means different things to different people.    There’s no right or wrong in riding.   100 miles to some, means 1000 miles to another.

  • Waking up in the morning, to see your bike is still outside your motel room.  She’s ready to do some miles today, like an old friend.
  • The smell of a pasture as you ride by it, knowing its different, and that its going to pass quickly.
  • the chill of morning, knowing it will  warm up every mile.
  • The evening phone calls to your loved ones.   Needing to know they are safe, but knowing you’ll come back to them a better man.
  • The breaks out in the middle of nowhere.
  • Driving through main streets of towns that have known better, but pride keeps them rolling on.
  • The exploration of new roads, sometimes determined at intersections.
  • sitting on your bike at midnight, hearing the world rushing by in distant cars, with your bedroll laid out 10 feet away.
  • Sitting on your haunches with a map in your hand, while a biker you don’t even know pulls up and asks if you need help, and means it.
  • seeing a B.A.C.A. patch of a chapter member you don’t even know, In a town you’ve never been to.   Knowing you’re doing your part.
  • Wondering if you’ll make it home by sunday night, 800 miles away and still riding.
  • The worries of your life that are all yours, melting away and knowing it.

I can’t wait for what 2010 is gonna bring to me on my bike.

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Valley of Fire State Park

So my bike is back.  I’m only 367 miles and one oil change so far into breaking her in.     I need to have some mrzip time.    I also realize that my kids need time too.   They’ve been wanting to go camping.

So Saturday morning we loaded up the RV and headed out to the valley of fire in Nevada for some family time.   I think I’ve driven through it, but to be honest I don’t totally remember.

We showed up around around noon, set camp and our friends the sunyiches showed up not too much later.

Ok, first off, I’m not a very social person.  I usually don’t hang out with neighbors, go out of my way to make friends or quite honestly really care.   I am who I am, and don’t usually give too much of a shit for what you’re doing.   I do my own thing, in my own time.   I’m fine with that.

But my friend shawn went and broke the ice with our neighbors in the next camp.  It’s why I hang out with him sometimes, he’s a good guy.    We had a few beers, drank some whiskey,  shot the shit and by nighfall, we were huddled around the campfire with 3 familes and a couple guitars got busted out, and Neil Young songs were sung by the campfire.  It was seriously cool.   I’ve never done that.    These were good people, just like us.   Fighting their fight, making their way in the world, and doing as good a job as they can.   It fired me up to press on with my fight, and they may not even know the impression they made.

We laughed, joked untill some punk from new york came over at 9:45 and told us to keep it down. I enjoyed the night. I think it made an impression on my daughter who is learning to play guitar.   We all had a good time.

The next morning we woke up, did some hiking and headed home.   Shawn had the hangover from hell.   I don’t think I’ve personally ever been that sick as he was.   He headed home and we took his kids home.

Was a good weekend.   Something I’ll always remember.

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Small Grips do not suck

Ok, here’s my report.

Small grips do not suck.  Granted, I was born with fat digits more designed to grip backhoe levers and rip out tree stumps rather than do detailed work like build watches, or play operation: the wacky doctors game.     I ain’t bitching.     That being said, I like the smaller grips.  It makes a touring bike seem more nimble and precise.   It’s the comfort of a street glide, with the grips of a sportster.   I vote yes.

Hey, that reminds me of a joke.

Q: Do you know what you call a lesbian with fat fingers?

A:  “well hung”

Ok, who cares.   I’m starting to think now tho, that maybe I won’t do texas next weekend.  I may ride to bisbee, and the OK Corral.   I think perhaps an Arizona trip is in order.    I so love AZ, and i’ve never been to to those places.

Anyone wanna go ride with me to the OK Corral?

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Getting ready.

Put my new unbusted grips on today.  Had no clue that harley grips came in different diameters.   I bought small.   Not sure if I’ll like em or not.   Huh…  who knew.

Been watching some old route 66 travel videos I bought years ago.   Getting ready to head to amarillo and back on a 4 day trip.    Can’t wait.     I’m gonna mozy, trip on every abandoned ghost town gas station and curio shop, eat at greasy spoons, and camp where I want to, when I want to.    Hell, I might lie in the middle of the road, take some pictures just to get a new point of view.

I’ve missed riding.    Man, its the only freedom I really know.       Winter, eat a bag of hell.

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Willie G Skull

Willie G.

My cruise thumbscrew fell out last year.  I bought a new one the other day.  Can’t wait for ghetto cruise control again.   I can pick my nose, drink beer, pull my nuts away from my levis, and so much more with the little upside down asterisk that puts pressure on my throttle grip.     It’s all fun and games till your willie G grips break, which mine did.   Not from undue pressure mind you:   Don’t judge me, you fucking fuck.   I am careful with my bike, and I’m no bull in a china shop.   I blame sun rot somehow.   Thats right, sun rot.   I ride my bike.

Tomorrow, I shall replace them.   Which is honestly fine with me.  New grips are like brand new socks right out of the package.  they just feel good, and you end up looking good.     Plus, the heat had boogered up the rubber on my grips.

I think willie G did great when he designed that skull.   Yeah, its over done, but its for my viewing pleasure, and riding love, not for fashion.    Much love to willie G.

Willie G Hand Grips

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