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Chopper Dave has a great article in the new Horse about helmets. I could not agree more. I don't think there is a bigger topic for bike riders then to wear or not to wear helmets. I am one of those guys that over the years has grown into a fairly gnarly rider. I used to wear a beanie helmet then a 3/4 and now I only wear a full face Bell Moto 8. I am maybe gonna get a new Biltwell full face but we shall see. Look at this picture above and realize that if you go down and you will oh you will, your grill is gonna hit the ground first. I like my face and my beard where they are at. It is of course your choice but if you live in a state where you have to wear a helmet why not wear the BEST FUCKING helmet you can. The rest of this old man body can be pinned back together but if my chin is on my bellybutton well I guess I'd be screwed wouldn't I. So top 5 reasons to wear a full face
Number 1. They are fucking cool as long as you wear it well. Score a vintage dirtbike helmet and start a revolution I say. Sure they won't help your head when it hits the ground but your chin and beard will be safe.
Number 2. Stealth mode. I know you want all the cute girls to see you on your bike but having a full face on won't let the cops see your face. They don't call the Simpson Bandit a Bandit for nothing right.
Number 3. No Bricks to the face. I think I wrote about the red brick that I got smashed with riding on the highway. Well it sucked and from that night on I wear a full face. Bugs, bricks, sticks, rocks, bees, cigarettes, etc etc don't mean shit. Sure you hear them hit you but no pain and blood to deal with.
Number 4. They become like a force field. I think I ride a little crazy or more just at full speed ahead all the time. No big deal because my face is all covered, right?
Number 5. Actually the only thing that sucks about a full face is it is hard to spit and adjust glasses. Small price to pay I suppose. True story about 2 weeks ago we were out riding and we were goofing around. Shea kinda broke down and this bunch of faggot bicycle riders went by and one of them put his fingers in his ears. Like to say that he did not like the sound of my amazing Shovel head. I thought he was a fuck head and left it alone. Well a mile down the road there he is again and he does it again. So I yell something about being a faggot and then try and spit on him as I buzz by him. Well all that happened was I spit on the inside of my helmet and then I got even more pist off. I don't know why I didn't just kick him over then run my loud obnoxious bike over his 5000 dollar road bike. Fuck him ,but I did learn a valuable lesson. You can not spit with good aim or distance with a Bell Moto 8 on.
Hard to believe but in one generation it has gone from a freak show, sailor, pirate, tradition to every fuck face on the planet getting covered in tattoo's. I am no better then the rest but I truly believe in the tradition of being a freak show, sailor, and rock and roll at heart. Also I think that I will never be as cool as anyone of these fine folks that led the way. Respect the art and respect the history and the true spirit of getting retarded tattoo's stays intact. Ha
Jake shares my affliction for redheads. Well here is a prime example my man . I personally like the mean face best but honestly she is only winking at me, got it. Redhead bomb drops again.
I know I have mentioned the house selling but I have not talked about the house I am buying. I did three months of hardcore work so my house would be ready to sell in spring. We got it listed and in a record 8 days the house was sold. Oh Fuck that means I have to find another house real quick. I live in Midtown KC which is alright if you like college kids, hipsters, prostitutes, pimps, homeless thugs, crack heads, people that think they don't live one block from the ghetto. Well I had had enough so in a blink my house is gone. What you see here is my new house or more importantly the view from the shop. Look close there is nothing. No houses, no highway, no one getting shot. Fucking crazy how quiet it is out there. Will be able to move all my shop stuff home by the end of summer and start slaving away at home. It will be awesome. Shop is about 1000 sq ft.and the rest of the basement is finished for play room and storage. The ranch style house is 2000 sq ft. and is pretty cool already but will be in full make over starting on the 29 of May. There are a few neighbors down in the low level(ha ha) that are gonna love me. Loud ass truck and loud old Harleys are gonna be breaking the silence coming real soon. Wish me luck and everyday will be hillclimb racing because the driveway is fucking gnarly. The city of Parkville Mo is a cool little town and I am glad to be calling it home. It has the best school district in the metro area and some great back roads riding to go on.
Well its been a couple of days now and I have thought a lot about the show. Besides the terrible weather I think next year I should try and get more of the old man types with all there snooty vintage cycles to come out. See the only problem with that is that if there is even a 1 % chance of rain they won't bring there bikes out. Oh well live and learn I suppose. My daughter loves doing Mad Libs so I thought it would be funny to see what people would come up with. I of course forgot to run around a take pictures of the entry forms but there were some great ones. Shea's was classic. If you have not seen Noot's digger/stroker ironhead then this is the bottom pic. Bike is so killer and I still have not had a chance of riding it. Hint Hint On Friday I loaded my two bikes into the show. Perfect opportunity for the bikes to shine all alone. All I had was my camera phone. Classic
OMG the weather is gonna be terrible for the bike show. 30's in the am and maybe up to 44. Good thing the show is inside. Gonna end up putting a few vendor spots inside and just dealing with the weather as the day progresses. It was nice Mon and Tuesday so I rode each bike one day. Luck you say well I say fuck luck. I have put so many man hours into each of these machines that luck has nothing to do with it. Love the shovel then I will jump on the sporty and I fall in love with it again. I guess I love two machines. I like parking next to the Fag Boys bike it makes mine even better. My whole bike weighs less then the wheels on that thing. Not really but when the rules of horsepower to weight comes into play I win.
So story time will be starting now. I go to the same coffee shop every chance I get and there are always these arty type douche bags and the typical art school neo hippie cute girls, not to mention the homeless traveler kids that pan handle out front. I always hate these mother fuckers with every once of my soul. One part of me is just so pissed off that they have nothing better to do then sit and sip organic tea and talk about the fix gear movement and the other part of me is so fucking jealous that I don't have the free time to just sit and enjoy some coffee in the sun. Oh well the battle in my brain rages on. I went there tonight and witnessed a entire table of nothing but fat old gamer types talking about the new Start Trek movie and I laughed out loud and then had this post already brewing. The coffee is amazing and the comic relief doesn't hurt to bad..
