Notes about "the experience". If you love Harley's, or even the idea you will enjoy hanging around here.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Hot Chrome
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Human Traffic Cone?!
My shirt here is made by RK Stratman Its the best of Muscle T's That's because of the fit on the shoulder And the quality of the cotton. They are not always easy to find as Stratman has discontinued using the finishing seam on the shoulder...Communist bastards. |
It is, in fact a habit I am proud to share with my neighbor, Joe Sixpack, who has been referred to in some circles as "Joe The Plumber."
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
The Gump Group
Not too long ago, the Coyote and I made a trip on Highway 50, often titled"The Lonliest Highway in America". It was a return trip from out East and we had decided to pick up Highway 50 just outside of Salt Lake City then stay on it all the way to Sacramento.
In that roughly 600-mile stretch of road we saw some remarkable scenery, a few small towns and what I call the four Forrests. Not trees mind you, but the Gump type– you know, like in “Gump. Forrest Gump.” The first one we saw was a biker, as in bicycle, who was out in the middle of a 50-mile stretch of nowhere. Next we saw a solitary jogger in a similar situation.
Then we were heading through some foothills into a valley and along the side of the road was another solitary figure. He had two large garbage bags full of something lying next to him and he was sitting cross-legged staring out into the valley below. Finally we were a few miles out of a little town and there was a guy clad in shorts and shoes only, heading for what looked like nowhere.
That night we settled in at an old mining town named