Chopper Chet has caught wind of a stash of old bike pics. They were slides found in the basement of a co-worker's parents. The co-worker has kindly agreed to let us post them up. Riding around New England in the mid 50's, in color. We will begin the process as soon as we get the images.
Funny how much difference a year makes. Today as the snow terror raged and the flakes came down, I realized how much lamer this February is compared to last year.
February is hard enough for your average motorcycle junkie. Winter dragging on, sadness and suicidal thoughts at every turn.
365 days ago, it wasn't that bad. 2009 had us still in the cozy brick fortress that had served us well for years. I was happily unemployed, as well as Butch. The room was abuzz with excitement as we all thrashed on the shovelhead. We had to make it oil tight for the upcoming adventure to Daytona.
Transport on Rory's RV had been nailed down, free lodging with Marc and Marshall at Greene Acres secured and rabid anticipation of exposing Hollywood and Butch to the cool scene that is DeLand, Florida.
This year things are way different. I have a full time job, yet I am broker than I was last year. Worst of all, my bikes are unregistered due to back taxes. To go South will be financial self mutilation, of which there can be no come back.
The cold steel shipping container clubhouse does not ring with the sound of hot biker chicks.
No mayhem here at the new place. Too far out of the loop.
I am tortured. Responsibilty or jackassery? What will I choose?
Todd is laboring away on his FLHT, good news on his tax return might give him a chance to go. Rory has been campaigning hard for another RV haul. Jake has mentioned slight interest, he is easily swayed at the last minute.
The enticements are surely there.
Two weeks will see if I am an idiot or a true believer.
American Pickers is a show on the History Channel that threatens to destroy a very important source of funding and enjoyment for me.
The show is about two dudes in Iowa that drive around in a Sprinter van scabbing up relics from unsuspecting farmers and hoarders.
I fear that this show will do to junk hunting what the Barret-Jackson auction did for old cars, Orange County Choppers did for custom motorcycles and Jersey Shore did for retarded Italians.
It will make everyone think their shit is worth a fortune and set a million amateur scroungers out into the backwoods fucking it up for us professionals.
Hunting treasure and properly dealing with the Yankee types is a knife-edged skill honed after years of heartbreak and dissappointment. Without this magic power, I would not have my 61 Cadillac and many other things hanging on the wall of the clubhouse. The invasion of greenhorns could also close access to Yankee tombs for years to come.
The show itself isn't bad, but the copycat crimes it will perpetrate will cause Chopper Chet, Petis and I much harm. I don't even see how these guys on the show even make enough money to cover the fuel and coffee for some of their runs.