weekend road trip

 so, my pal dave texts me sat morning and says be ready to go at 4:00. were goin to north carolina.
hes been lookin for a cool bike/parts hauler for awhile.

 about 6 hours each way.whew, what a night.

the steering is sloppy and the brakes are almost non-existant, but the only real issue wat the exhaust fell off about half way home. bungee didnt work, so we pulled into a town and found a hardware store and bought a hack saw. cut that bitch off and kepy on gettin' it.

It's not always the ingredients

Sometimes it's the chef

In music, there are no wrong answers

Yadoodle-Roo

After a little bit of a break, I spent about ten minutes regaining my confidence in myself, and getting her fired up. A few small adjustments, and the hiccuping and fifty kick starts were history.

Much better than the over TWO WEEKS (spare time, der) I spent redoing all of my timing and jetting, pulling the carb, changing head gaskets, putting it all back together, checking the wiring and battery, only to find....nothing.

The problem? I was somewhat ridiculed for having .031" slow and .072" main jets in my Super B. Too much for a .020" overbored 74" Shovelhead. 

Bullshit. 

I forgot all of this, thinking I had originally over-jetted to compensate for a vacuum leak, but, now I KNOW that this fucker has NO leaks. Don't know why it goes against "traditional thinking" or whatever, but this is what I need to run for it to "one kick start" and "run like a scalded dog".

Next time, I will listen to myself. The original problem was that the slow jet was adjusted out farther than recommended, about 3½ turns..my first impulse was to go up to a .033", but the conversations went the other way. I still think I was right. And I still think I will.

Blue Bonnie and Clyde

Nice to enjoy the sunshine.

R.I.P. Russell Means

A True American Warrior in an Occupied Country

The "Not-Intended" Entry

For shit's sake, one band I hate is Journey (ok, my ONE guilty pleasure is THIS, that I've never admitted in public while sober). Steve Perry has always been the epitome of a whiney-ass panty muncher, throwing his bullshit lines out there for jocks and collar popping assholes to milk in the back seats of daddy's Volvo. Yes, I guess deep down, I was insanely jealous of what it took to score the "high end ladies" of a redneck high school.

And, honestly, I've ALWAYS hated buttrock, save for a few songs here and there...does Live Wire by Motley Crue qualify as buttrock? I won't even get into most of them raping what I considered my childhood melodies by doing cover songs of (you dirty motherfuckers) of punk songs that I loved, just to appeal to the (then) newly minted hybrid rockpunkers, when everyone realized how shallow 80s metal really was. Sure, Pantera eventually came out of it, and I guess Metallica was considered cool and likable to pop-skaters in the late 80s. Er, Josh...your safety equipment needs adjusting, pal.

Vomit.

OK, having spent two paragraphs explaining why I knew I was so much cooler than the puff metal hair band lovers of the 80s, I have to now temporarily repudiate my over-emphasized hatred..at least in a Hollywood spoon-fed sort of way...

YUP, Rock of Ages. A musical for heterosexual males. Honestly, it allowed me to appreciate Journey, Poison, Warrant, and all of the other bands I've hated through the years..besides showing some rather unexpected talents of the folks in it. I was pretty amazed at how it kept me watching, and how important it became to have the surround sound pumping out the tunes I shunned so voraciously in my youth.

THIS is NOT the sexiest scene with Catherine Zeta-Jones

Alec Baldwin, politics aside (keep your caucus to yourself, yo), is funny as poop..and Russell Brand was unbelievably less full of himself than usual, making him more than bearable.

Mary J. Blige is one sweet-voiced vixen!!

That's about all I'll say, here. If you get a chance, check it out, whether you've ALWAYS had a hard-on for the 80s "hardrock" stuff, or, like me, always hated the hardrock (but always felt fortunate to have teened during the 80s), this is a fun movie.

BTW, I realized I commuted right down this very street in 1987, when I lived in Culver City and "worked" as a telemarketer. Seeing folks that looked like this lined up on the street was like seeing rock stars everywhere...too bad I was too cool to enjoy the experience. And luckily, a campy movie was made so that I could see glimpse of what I missed.


Ooooh, maybe I was to busy cruising the blvds on my old scoot. Yeah, I was punk as fuck, wasn't I.

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THAT'S a fucking migraine

And THAT'S a sweetheart

The 5-htp makes you feel like you're having a heart attack and sweating every ounce of liquid out of your body while you try to sleep, so that's getting shelved.
DHEA produces testosterone, and aggression seems to be an issue.
The Sweet Tarts stay.

I am an absolutely weakling, but I have guns

Few of the Locals

Second owner '49 FL

Freedom of the Body...Freedom of the Mind

But the hypomania SO FUCKING good, it's nearly worth it...yin-yang.

No it's not.

Since I wasn't involved in Altamont...

I'm allowed to say I love the Stones

Some Puerto Rican girls..like we USED to

Check out Mick Taylor at around the three minute mark

Kicking the stall all night

Keith makes everything sound dirty

More Pudding

Definitely not as flashy as before, but SOLID. I hate shit rattling around, shimmies, floating corners, bouncing wheels, and Bikular Mistrustophy. It's also kinda neat to have a fail safe (ish) front brake.

At least NOW when I get on it, I feel like everything will make it back with me...pretty much.

If not, I know how to get to Ivan's

Fuck Politics

But you can't argue with some shit:

Ride

Nelson County