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Wednesday, June 19, 2013
go to the mountains
Don't buy that new TV, fuck the riding lawnmower. Take that suburban consumerism cash and ride your motorcycle in the Alps. It is worth every penny.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Cadillac Road Trip in 1947
Saw a scrapbook at the auction today. A young teenager's view of a drive from New York to California in 1947. The route was across Pennsylvania on the Turnpike, through the heartland to Salt Lake City. Then they went through Indian Country and stopped at a dude ranch. Their trip finished in San Francisco. He kept reciepts, post cards and permits, pretty much everything from the trip. It was interesting to see tourist travel well documented. Here are a few auto related highlights.
From these pics it seems there was a lot of tire trouble. High heat, heavy load and long miles must have killed those shitty bias ply tires. Thank God Michelin invented radials.
Monday, June 10, 2013
June wanderings
The local auction house had some vintage whiskey bottles from a Willimantic bottler. Chet is Mr. Willimantic so we went and came home with one.
Thursday took a ride to Americase at Lake George, NY with L8N8 and Brendan.
Brendan's brannd new CVO started popping out of gear, so he bailed in New Boston, Mass. Harleys are becoming shitboxes again.
Fixed and a victory beer, or two.
Mase it to the lake. Fuckers wanted $10 to park. We pulled into a hotel and used their shit for free.
Snuck into rally HQ, then checked out the demo tents.
Rode home 200 miles in the rain and barely made it to work for 10 pm.
Saturday the rain stopped and I went for a spin with Max.
Has a couple cheeseburgers at DWMC.
Rivers were raging.
Mysterious Russian jet at Bradley Field.
Sunday was a Subaru Rally for free and a swim in the lake.
Next mission: Hillclimbs at Laconia Bike Week.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Help a guy out, for fuck's sake.
Urban Myth #14
Biker Brotherhood.
This guy was broken down on the road across the street from Stash's in New London during a poker run. In the time I noticed him trying to fix his bike, over 200 "Righteous Bros" rode past him. Not one bike, not one, stopped to see if he needed a hand. We walked over, tried to push start him and finally diagnosed a loose ground wire to the frame and got it running. Why did nobody stop? Because he had a flashy jacket and that automatically meant "RICE BURNER"?
No, morons, it was a Buell, made by the holiest Harley-Davidson.
So the next time you hear somebody waxing poetically about 'The Brotherhood of the Road', tell them to shut the fuck up.
Biker Brotherhood.
This guy was broken down on the road across the street from Stash's in New London during a poker run. In the time I noticed him trying to fix his bike, over 200 "Righteous Bros" rode past him. Not one bike, not one, stopped to see if he needed a hand. We walked over, tried to push start him and finally diagnosed a loose ground wire to the frame and got it running. Why did nobody stop? Because he had a flashy jacket and that automatically meant "RICE BURNER"?
No, morons, it was a Buell, made by the holiest Harley-Davidson.
So the next time you hear somebody waxing poetically about 'The Brotherhood of the Road', tell them to shut the fuck up.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
May get warmer
Strange week, I have seen snow flurries at Mount Greylock to possible tornados and 80 degree temps. It has been cold so long I am shocked it is already Memorial Day weekend. My official start of Summer.
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