Friday Night!

Nevermind, the race friday night got cancelled for reasons unknown to us at this time. LAME!

Moving sucks

Well I have been pretty non existent for the last month. I have not worked on my bikes,  missed calls, missed parties, unanswered messages, no riding,  just spent my time trying to get this house ready that we moved to.  It was a needed change in our lives. A fresh start...back to a simple life,  away from the hustle bullshit. Wake up and watch the sunrise over the lake.

I have a lot of plans for the winter, probably not nearly enough time but we will see. I am now about 50 feet from the getting on a the great river road and close to the backroads of Wisconsin.  I am already looking forward to a shit load of miles.

Hope to see everyone soon, if you are running the river look me up and stop over for a beer. Here's some shitty pics from the last few weeks.

Freshly lit wick

WOOOO. IT'S ALIVE.

Just married.

Sometimes you are invited to be a part of a very important moment in your friends life. Congrats Pete and Jolene!

Proof!! BROOKLYN OR BUST!!

See, I was there....

As seen on COC blog. 

http://churchofchoppers.blogspot.com/2012/09/last-saturday-night.html?m=1

A pic of my good side. "I remember the exact moment it was taken. I was smiling so hard I couldn't breathe. I had to take it in through my nose because my mouth was so dry from the NYC stop-n-go traffic and hot, old Harley heat. That first beer was priceless. It was the end of my trip. I had finally made it."  

"He'd rather pay the ticket than buy the tabs"

I had the pleasure of running into Julie saturday night in Hammond. Over a beer & dancing she mentioned that Jerry's 77 FLH hadn't ran in 11 years. Jerry had gotten it running the day before he passed away. So lastnight we showed up at her place with all the stuff to make it happen. Couple hours later we were riding around the farm. Her two sons, Shawn & Chris, were there to see it all happen. Yesterday was a REAL SPECIAL DAY!

No Show

Man we just had a fucking BLAST saturday night. Idk if anybody took pictures after the sun went down but thats when shit hit the fans(Sergio knows). Once the party in Millville started to wind down a little we hauled ass up to Hammond & danced until the band wouldn't play anymore. Blastin that river road under the moonlight on the '39 was really a treat. It sounded like Davenport going into the corner, all those Harleys in that valley. Noot & Cheryl joined us for awhile & John Hove even made it north of the Iowa border. Tough shit if you missed it, we had FUN!