Which means shit to all you west coasters but to the Midwest, we’re straight high on our own supply right now. Everyone’s brains are waking up and suddenly there’s a huge burst of energy and activity. Its both inspiring and oddly ambitious for a bunch of dirt bags who wouldn’t normally give a fuck anyway, right? Satan’s Dildo fired up on the second kick last week after sitting the entire winter. I’m thinking its the sign of a Wild Summer to come. Hell, I realized on Sunday that the long bike’s trans was all kinds of F’d up. I managed to pull it, rebuild it and reinstalled it by Monday night. I’ve got tons of positive vibes pouring out of my fingertips right now.
Born Free is a rad show put on by rad people with nothing but good intentions. Its an inevitable who’s-who of chopper aficionados wandering through a sea of lovers, haters and appreciators. Let’s not forget, there’s a bike given away too. How cool is that? As the show approaches, Im thinking more and more about the trip, making new friends and everything else that falls into the spirit of the whole thing. Don’t get me wrong… it would be wild to win a bike but it’s really such tiny part of a much larger plan. The longer Ive known folks like Harpoon, Grant and (locally) my HEAVY neighbors, the more I realize that we’re all one great big Speedmaster spinnin’ down the same highway. Hopefully, I’ll see you all in California.
I have a box of Super B’s. They’re all in fair used condition. I need to clear out some space. Get yours today for $70 – shipped. Email me at info@speedclubinc.com
Just met with my man to get some chrome knocked out. I have no idea how or where he does it but every meeting is like some shady-ass human trafficking scene where I drive up all quick and hurried into the back parking lot. My man roles up and looks in my trunk right quick. We chat for a minute. Topic moves to something stupid and then back again onto price. We shake. He takes the shit with him and on good faith, I expect him to come back. Kinda reminds me of buying drugs in Atlantic City where this kid rolls up to a park bench on a huffy and says, “you give me the money and wait here.” What ever – Fuck it. I’m stupid and I want it.
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