New Indian Chief Tomorrow
The new Indian Chief gets unveiled tomorrow. The Indian brand has been passed around more times in the last 50 years than a hooker at a Prince concert. I hope they make it, but It’ll be hard to beat what they once were:
The 1948 Indian Chief. They couldn’t do this now. You can’t fit disk brakes in those fenders, and that rear suspension wouldn’t fly. Screw disk brakes I say. Gorgeous.
Best looking bike ever made. Thats my vote.
Dreams:
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How it should have happened
- Trayvon Martin: Hey, are you following me?
- George Zimmerman: Ummmm yes.
- Trayvon Martin: May I ask why?
- George Zimmerman: Well, we’ve had a number of robberies in this neighborhood lately , and I don’t recognize you.
- Trayvon Martin: Oh, Well, I’m Trayvon Martin, I’m spending the summer at my uncle’s unit 12. I expect you’ll see a lot of me this summer.
- George Zimmerman: OK, thanks, good to know. I’m George Zimmerman by the way.
- Trayvon Martin: No, thank you for keeping an eye out for your neighbors!
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Then came Bronson
Then came Bronson. Great 1969 TV show about riding across the country, and taking things as they come. A big influence. 2007 radio interview with Michael Parks.
I’m up way too early. I don’t know why.
Its good to be home. This is where I was born, and my family is all at. There is something really comforting about that to me. My father made his mark here, and I meet people all the time who remember him. I miss the Man, and he was a Man. Seems like there are damn few these days. JVD took care of his own, and was true to the very end.
This was one of his favorite songs. Being remembered was important to him. Hard to forget.
a fucking thursday or friday
My bike is in the shop. Crank position sensor. I should have changed it myself. They’re telling me thursday or friday.
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Save Ferris
Monique Powell is well beyond hawt. She owns that voice. She’s getting the band back together.
http://kroq.cbslocal.com/2013/07/23/save-ferris-monique-powell-stages-a-controversial-comeback/
A Friday.
Seems like a lot of biker shit is going on, but none of it involves riding. Thats gotta get changed
My bike hasn’t started since I moved. Like, it won’t start. I hauled it down to blackball motorcycle and its more than likely a crank position sensor and I should be able to get it in the morning. I need to ride it. its the heat of the summer, but I know how that clock ticks. Between the moving and work, its been too long. I need to ride.
I talked to the new EagleRider tour guide for the Easy Rider tour today. I met him in Los Angeles when I was there. A good dude. I really wish I could do the rest of those tours. That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time, doing what I was born to do. At least I think so.
I’ve moved from Heber, to the town I was born in. Thats been my last 2 weeks. Orem Utah. That also means a transfer to a new BACA chapter. To be honest, I’ll miss Wasatch County, Heber and my old chapter. It’ll always be the place I got my rockability back. Good and Solid people up there, just 22 miles up the canyon.
Last night Myself, Missus Zip and my youngest daughter went to a BBQ, and met my new chapter. I like these guys. BACA was started here, and the founder is here, and 2 other people that were there on the original ride, 18 years ago. I got a few stories, and I’m looking forward to more. We ate some food, drank a little, and lit off some seriously good fireworks. I laughed and listened. There is some experience here.
I am a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. All the fun, all the brotherhood, all the riding means absolutely jack shit compared to a scared kid. I’ve camped outside a 6 year old boys house for 3 days, because his abuser threatened to kill him. It was his father. He trusted me enough in the end, to show me the bruise where his dad stomped on him. Shape of a footprint. It changed my life, and fueled my fire. I had a beautiful 16 year old teenage girl’s dad meet with me and a BACA brother in a driveway with his face in his hands, crying and thanking us, because his daughter finally slept through the night. His daughter told me she had learned to sleep with her back against the door so she’d be awake when her perpetrator raped her. She’d learned that, and found it was less painful to be awake when waking up getting raped.
Yeah, that sucks. Sorry for jolting you out of a perfectly good friday night, but that’s the world we live in. If I can stop any of that, I’m proud to be in that trench. You can stop reading any time you want to, but an abused kid can’t stop it that easy.
To a kid: My friends are scarier than your abuser. You won’t knock us down. If you come for a BACA kid, odds are you won’t walk away. Leave our kids alone.