Posts tagged: cops

Think Fast – Go Faster

Met up a week ago last Sunday with the fellas at the Blood Temple of Black Acid Beast. Zac was looking to get some pics of Pete and Hans bikes for Show Class. I rode along to get some video and mostly for the fun of it. Diamond Dave, Jordan, Reinhart and Hot Bobby were along too. –Jordan fixing his PBR kids hat.

We blasted through the state and over to Stillwater. Hopped the shoulder to skirt a two mile back up and somewhere along the way some asshole jumped in behind us thinking he was slick. He got his. The cops jumped in behind HIM and HE got stopped while the rest of us banged our way down the hill and around the bend. Zac’s tank sprung a major leak. After a little repair we started making our way back to the cities. Zacs tank was fucked. — Hans, Dave, and Zac inspecting the damage.

Me, Dave, Jordan and Hot Bobby split off at 35W, splitting lanes, destroying highway, 90-per (Dave leading the way on his FXR) as we high tailed it back to the Cities. Apparently somewhere along the way some douche got pretty mad about me shaking the paint of his hybrid and tried to clip me! Yeah! I didnt even know about it until Jordan told me what had happened. It goes back to the golden rule. Think Fast – Go Faster.

 

Velodrome

This is some shit. Granted, these guys are gonna wish they never posted it to youtube. 12 months from now some dumb ass kid is gonna get hurt. It will end up in the paper and the cops are gonna be out there tryin to shut everyone down all the time. Whatever – I’m just jealous.

A True Barn Find – “Senior”

I used to work at a motorcycle junkyard on the east coast. The yard was nce an old hatchery. Anyone who has any idea what working on a hatchery farm will tell you that chicken sh*t is one of the most foul smells imaginable. Every summer, the sun would beat own on the tin-roof coops and warm that familiar smell. I was in one of the old office building going through boxes of parts. I found this picture at the bottom of a box marked “Senior.” I remember looking at the picture and thinking, “that’s a keeper.” It’s now in a little frame in the shop just above one of my antique presses.

First Thursday – Minneapolis Photo-Op!

Imagine nearly 700 people crowded onto the sidewalks of about 4 square blocks. Yup, and we got a “shload” (shit+load) of pics to prove it. There were so many people and bikes out that the cops were intentionally perched at all corners popping people left and right for damn near anything. I’m sure the fuzz made their monthly quota that night. Tons of near stock Harleys and more rice rockets than you could shake a stick at; I still found a few nuggets worth the photo op. Here are some pics.