A Redneck Defense of Atlantic Beach Bikefest! (Let’s Stick Together Y’all)

 

 

Late last week when I first wrote the first draft of this piece, I was angry and it sounds like it. Over time as I waited for permission to use various pictures and/or searched for free to use images on the internet, it crossed my mind that it might need to be toned down a bit. After re-reading it tonight for the 100th time I have decided to let it roll as is anger & all because it is the truth. Unlike some assholes I consider all who ride to be my brothers & sisters. Sure the odd fool might embarrass the family but to preserve the biker way of life we have got to stick together regardless of race or type of motorcycle we choose to ride.

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Positive imagery provided courtesy of Bear over at The Old Bike Barn FB page! Thanks  This is the link for the main Old Bike Barn Store.
All over the internet and on the news all day and all night since Memorial Day weekend, all kinds of whiny, scared weenies, greedy developers and racist jackasses have been calling for an end to the Annual Atlantic Beach Bikefest, more commonly called Black Bike Week. Last weekend a bunch of thugs from Summerville, were in Myrtle Beach and decided to shoot the place up. I must point out that none of the shooters or the targets for that matter had anything in common with the bikers except for race. You can Google the thuglife dot com website for the Charleston, S.C. area. I refuse to link directly to it but if you wanna look it up and verify what I am saying be my guest. Somehow this important distinction has been lost by all of the news media, why? Because for years the city leaders of Myrtle Beach have been scheming and dreaming of ways to get rid of everyone they consider undesirable, this especially includes anyone on a motorcycle whether black, white or any other variation of humanity.

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First some background information I am a redneck good old boy white-bread cracker and damn proud of it. Yes I got a Rebel flag around here somewhere & I listen to a lot of southern rock & heavy metal music. Anybody tells you that I hate anyone for any reason is yanking your chain so that they can control you, don’t let them do it. I also love custom cars, fast bikes, big ass trucks and hot ladies. Perhaps unusual for a person of my background I prefer sports bikes over the Harley type stuff. Most important of all I believe in the freedom that motorcycles symbolize for all of us. Ever since the city of Myrtle Beach started harassing bikers to put an end to the rallies I have only been to that giant ocean side hospice center 3 times. Once to support Ron Paul during the republican debates, once to visit with a dying friend, and then back for his funeral. I have not been back since and I never ever plan to return again. If you own a motorcycle or if you love someone who does, my opinion is that you should NEVER go to Myrtle Beach at any time for any reason. Go directly to Atlantic Beach for the Bikefest, if you can’t get a room there stay anywhere close by except Myrtle Beach. There are plenty of other nice beaches for your family vacation the rest of the year too, let this place go to hell without you.

For the longest time the Grand Strand was referred to as the “Redneck Riviera” and for the longest time the vast majority of the crowds were local or nearly local people. But with time and prosperity tourists began to trickle in from further and further away, many from the eastern seaboard began to even bypass their local beaches up north to visit the warmer and at the time safer southern paradise of Myrtle Beach, especially the older snow birds. The problem was that this place was filled with a bunch noisy loud people who liked to have too much fun too late at night. Ocean Boulevard was crowded with cars & truck filled with (mostly) young people having fun. In the summertime, during my last couple of years of high school almost every other Friday night we would head to the beach in a convoy of vehicles from Darlington and cruise until the sun came back up! Then of course there were the bike rallies, for several years in a row a few friends and I would hit the beach and enjoy the show, eat too much expensive local seafood, and have a few beers. The scene on the boulevard didn’t even get rocking until after midnight, sleep was what you did in the morning. The African-American bikers had their rally up at Atlantic Beach and yes some of them would roll down south to have a look around. Big deal, we all came to the beach to have a good time without hurting anybody and that is exactly what we did.

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Some of the good old boys in trucks like this could be your best allies if you reach out

This magnificent truck was painted by Lex at http://lexnfx.com/ If you need a badass custom paint job he is the man to see. Seriously go check out his website.

 

But the (northern) tourists and the snowbirds whined that all of these rednecks, bikers and blacks were keeping them awake past 9:00 p.m. Why couldn’t Myrtle Beach be more like the Jersey Shore, or the big city west coast beaches? So with dollar signs floating before their eyes at the possibility of so much more tourist money from far away and from wealthy retirees who just wanted to play golf by the ocean until they passed on, the city fathers began to act. Using the strategy of divide and conquer they decided that the first group that had to go was all of these noisy ass redneck teenagers from the surrounding area. After all they didn’t spend that much money, not being old enough to drink and being more interested in getting laid than playing golf, combined with all of the redneck imagery such as the loud music and Confederate flag license plates, they made an easy target. The first step was the introduction of anti-cruising ordinances, and very heavy handed enforcement of noise and traffic laws. Together with members of other local groups the beach area was completely sterilized of anything a local young person might enjoy. I do realize that some of you reading this are probably glad they got rid of them and may have even helped to run the rednecks out due to racial politics. I forgive you and plan to help you fight to keep your rally, just remember to stay free we must fight for every man’s freedom whether we like them or not. Think about it, back when the rednecks ruled Myrtle Beach y’all didn’t have nearly the trouble you got now. A bunch of rich white progressives are way more dangerous to your freedom. Plus they are the worst fucking prudes on the planet, no fun allowed with them in control.

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They really mean it at Myrtle Beach!

The next big target was the Harley rally, at the time it was the easier target. All those damn drag pipes echoed up and down the walls of the new high rise condos on Ocean Boulevard, keeping the highly desirable newlywed or nearly dead tourists awake at night. It didn’t matter that the bikers usually brought great big bags of dollars and spent more money in a shorter period of time than any other group, they had to go. It was not the image that they wanted to project. The desired picture was Frankie Valley and the Four Seasons in Hot Jersey Nights, not Peter Fonda & Dennis Hopper in Easy Rider. So they enacted noise restrictions so tight that a stock bike might not pass, put in a city helmet law, greatly restricted vendor permits, and directed the police force to make life as miserable as possible for the bikers until they got the message. I know that I did, and except for the occasions mentioned above I have not been back, and now that my friend has passed on I never will. The Myrtle Beach HOG rally still goes on, but it is just a shadow of its former self and now has much competition for the biker’s cubic dollars from events such as the Outer Banks Rally. If I want to go for a family beach vacation I usually go to one of the small town beaches in N.C.
Now they have the chance to hit their final target Black Bike week. All of these silly people from the far reaches of the land where there are darn few black folks and the ones that they do see resemble Bill Cosby’s t.v. family, well they are scared to death of a man on a motorcycle and when it’s a black man on a motorcycle, it just scares them that much more. The Bikefest had a couple of advantages, the first being that the epicenter is in Atlantic Beach, out of reach of the Myrtle Beach law, and the second being that the NAACP was watching over the whole proceeding looking to sue the ass off of anyone that they could possibly could claim was acting out of racism. At the time this all started I think Myrtle Beach had a republican mayor, so they were afraid to crack down on them as they had the other two groups. This turned out to be the two edged sword that may eventually cut the head off of Bikefest. Because they knew the civil rights organizations were monitoring the scene and that the police would be less likely to react, a lot of the thug life crowd began to take advantage of the situation. The rally began to develop a bad reputation that quite frankly had nothing to do with the bikers. The bikers are not the problem, they never have been. Now Myrtle Beach has a super “progressive” democrat mayor, and there has been a major outbreak of violence involving persons of color in Myrtle Beach at the same time as the Bikefest was happening in Atlantic Beach. If any civil rights group tries to stop them, the democrats, backed by the will of most of the people of all colors in this state, will scream, “We’ve got to protect our children!” and then bitch slap them into the middle of next week. And yet another group of innocent people will lose a little bit more of their freedom.

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If you think what I am saying is a little far-fetched just remember when you cruise through Atlantic Beach, you see the historical African-American beach in S.C. When they look at Atlantic Beach all they can see is how much money could be made if they could bulldoze it flat and then build 500 more 20 story condos packed to the rafters with blue haired Canadians and retired farmers from Minnesota. It ain’t about racism, they take advantage of other peoples racism to further their agenda but it’s all about money, and that’s the bottom line. If it were just racism it could be stamped out, but the ever increasing greed of well-heeled politicians (regardless of party) will never die.
Once again let me state. The Bikers Are Not The Problem! The root of this problem is in the policies and development directions pursued by the leaders of Myrtle Beach. The problem with their desire to attract the big city tourists and remake Myrtle Beach into a “Coney Island / Jersey Shore South” kind of place, they forgot the reason the reasons that people were looking for alternatives to these places, namely overcrowding and a growing crime rate. The shootings this weekend had nothing to do with the bikers, period. Gang style violence of this type is a regular event in the locations that the powers that be in Myrtle Beach are trying to emulate, and even if all of the bikers are permanently banned from the area, unless the city leaders change their tune and quit trying to become another overdeveloped big city beach these problems are only going to get worse. Quit blaming the bikers and open your eyes to the truth.
Trust me a man on a 20 grand custom bike like this one below is not going to cause you problems, I don’t care how he looks to all the straight laced types.

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I’d like to have a beer with this man & talk about motorcycles.

Let me go on the record as stating the city officials of Myrtle Beach asked for this when they started their war on bikers a decade ago. While most folks like me just shook their heads and walked away some decided to stay and fight it out. African Americans came out in droves to support the Bikefest even if they didn’t ride. Too bad all of you Caucasian bastards didn’t help us, no y’all were glad to see most of us gone and still hope to get rid of the rest. FYYFF”S! Of course anytime you get a much larger crowd than normal you’re gonna get a few trouble makers, but like I said, y’all asked for it and you got it.
Now there is one thing the bikers, the leadership of Atlantic Beach, and the various civil rights organizations are going to have to do. You’re going to need to step up a little bit and push back against the thugs, maybe even crack a few heads, or help the Myrtle Beach po po identify the bad guys before they cost you not just your rally but the entire city of Atlantic Beach. The bikers and the people of Atlantic Beach deserve better than to be smeared by the actions of criminals, and yes it is not fair that the innocent parties have to do something about the problems. All I can tell you about that is welcome to my world. The rich old men with the big money bags are just waiting on someone to screw up bad enough so that they can snatch it all away from you and make themselves even richer.

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Nothing like a strong beautiful woman riding her own ride!
Now let me address some of the shit that I have heard from stupid ass white people. One guy was on the news talking about two wheeled terrorists, because he saw some bikers dressed all in black with bandannas over their face. Listen up sunshine, a bandanna over the face worn by a person on a motorcycle is a piece of protective gear not any kind of attempt to be sinister. If you are that damn stupid that you have to describe folks trying to keep bugs, dust & rocks off their face as terrorists all I have to say to you is Yankee go home, and stay there.
Of course there are also all the complaints about the women in teenie weenie bikinis. It’s the beach people! It’s a place to have a good time, with as few clothes as possible. As long as they got their nipples and their slits covered up, please quit griping, if you want to be somewhere where women are completely covered up perhaps you should vacation in Lancaster, PA or Tehran, not at any beach anywhere in the U.S. Same thing goes for some occasional whooping, hollering, engine revving, and maybe even a burn out or two Yes some people might go a little too far and folks who are actually endangering other people should be stopped. But the enjoyment of freedom always involves a bit of risk, and believe it or not, free men and women prefer it that way.
Until next time ride hard, ride as safe as you can and still ride happy.
Peace Y’all,
‘Psyco

 

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All the coolest bloggers are WordPress motorcycle bloggers!

I finally had the privilege meeting one of my fellow WordPress motorcycle bloggers live in person.

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Here I am with Jessie McKay who writes the blog twoheelin.wordpress.com
He is getting ready to do another cross country run to the Born Free show so go follow his blog to keep up the adventure.

A Good Day’s Update

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All went well today! Did I do everything I hoped to? Not really but I always tend to be overly ambitious anyway. Got that crazy four wheeler cranked up, now I need to fix the charging system on it.

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measure it at least twice

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and cut once

 

Got the rear fender and the lighting mounts figured out for this old Honda. One of the things I learned in art class is that you sometimes need to step back away from the canvas so you can see what need to be changed or done next. With that in mind I backed this off of the table and rolled it outside in the rain for a few pictures. I think the basic shape is coming together and will be okay with a custom built seat to bridge the gap between the tank & the rear fender.

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Going to get that steak & beer now.

Peace Y’all

It’s Going To Be A Great Day!

What in the world am I doing out of bed at 5:30 am on a Saturday morning? Hunting season is over and I don’t have anywhere to travel to, so why am I up, sitting at this computer, drinking coffee and writing to you? The reason that I am so excited is that today I get to go out to my shop and work on motorcycles! I have been incredibly busy doing such things as replacing the steering column in my old Chevy van, doing a bit of work at my place of worship, and setting up my web store that is attached to this blog. But today things are different and I plan to take full advantage of it.

There’s a new AGM battery hooked up the trickle charger in the shed, it and a couple of gallons of premium gas are going into a Kawasaki Brute Force 750 that I rebuilt the carbs on a few weeks ago. The new rear fender came in for Project wAMMO and I have the exhaust pipes welded up and ready for a trial fit. My main goal for today is to fit this rear fender and get it mounted into place. The owner didn’t really like the Fat Bob fender so I bought a new Electra Glide style front fender that will be turned around backwards and cut down to fit. I can already see it in my mind, and it looks good.

Somewhere along the way I picked up a seriously roached out 85 Kawasaki LTD454 that you’ll see in the Junkyard Dogs section of the blog soon. If I can talk my wife into it I’m going to teach her how to rebuild carburetors using it for a project. The guy I bought it from poured some gas into the carbs and it started up and sounded okay, but it really does look awful. If it runs really good, it might become a project, or even if it runs okay, it still might go to the VMA swap meet as a box of parts.

A while back Cycle World editor Kevin Cameron wrote a great piece titled “The Tyranny of Tools,” and he was so right sometimes having the knowledge and equipment can be a pain. You really wish you didn’t have the ability to do things, such as replacing the steering column in a van or repairing your homes heat pump, but even if your significant other can be convinced to let you sub a job out, the demons in your mind will insist that you do it yourself just to make sure it is done right. But on a day like today I am the tyrant and the tools become my army and we will conquer the tasks at hand. At the end of the day when the recalcitrant metal has been subdued and the projects are that much closer to completion, or in fact done, we will celebrate with a nice medium rare slice of dead cow served with a bottle of that Irish brewed nectar of the gods, Guinness Extra Stout.

Gee I hope I am still as happy at 6:00 pm as I am at 6:00 am….

 

The Old Biker Speaks. A Parable for the Modern Motorcycle Lover

Warning; When I wasn’t looking someone slipped a couple of naughty words into this one. No f-bombs, gratuitous sex, or boob pictures though, sorry.

 

Imagine that you are gathered with a group of your fellow motorcyclists, be you a group of yuppie cruisers, hipsters on retro style bobbers &café racers, hardcore chopperheads, or restoration junkies. Everyone is standing around, taking a breather, checking out each other’s bikes, telling interesting half-truths & just generally having a great time in the way that only a bunch of bikers can. The sun is bright; the beer is cold, and the ladies beautiful. It is truly a perfect day as long as no asshole decides to ruin it for you.

Somehow there is just one brief moment of silence and I heard it, far away in the distance the howl of an ancient four banger breathing out through a quartet of totally baffle free drag pipes. The exhaust note is raspy & uneven, and you catch the whirring sound of a loose cam chain, all obvious signs of deferred maintenance that would kill a lesser engine, but as we all know, some of these old SOHC 750’s will never die no matter how ratty they get.

By now the whole encampment has heard the sound and is looking up the winding road coming down the mountain to see what matter of machine is headed towards them. Some are commenting about how rough it sounds, others somehow seem to be watching in fear as if it may be some kind of hipster/yuppie/brand loyal purist eating dragon coming to consume them.

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It finally flashes into sight coming around the curve, a creature from another time, impossibly long, the rear wheel bouncing up & down in an ancient Amen Savior plunger frame. The front tire too bounces up, down, left and right as the rusty peeling girder front end rattles and shakes with each imperfection in the road surface. The bushings in the girder are shot & so are the steering head bearings. There is no way this thing should be moving so fast, especially on this twisty road, but it is.

As it approaches our group the rider lets off the throttle and downshifts, causing the engine to backfire on the overrun, blam! blam! blam! as flames pop out the ends of the exhaust pipes, that appear to have been fabricated from metal conduit 40 years ago. Small animals & nervous people immediately begin plotting escape routes, after all sensible people are afraid of folks who ride deathtraps like this.

The paint job was obviously gorgeous a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away but has now suffered several decades of weather beating and a million miles of hard riding. Every top surface was chalky, and crazed with cracks, looking as though hundreds of overlapping cobwebs had been deposited on the tops of the frame, tank, & rear fender.

On the sides you could still see the remains of a gold base coat topped with green & red kandy paints, sprayed through chicken wire to simulate scales. Back in the day a pretty good 70’s air brush artist had written the letters FYYFF on the sides of the tank in black and purple colors, tee shirt lettering style. Modern day neo rat riders immediately snapped pictures in hope of finding a way to re-create this patina on their next project. The engine side covers had been chromed at some point but had become sand blasted & peeling, as were the rims. Most of the spokes, bolt heads, & all four exhaust pipes where coated with rust. A fantastically ornate king and queen seat that is a work of art in its own right, despite being threadbare & worn reclined against a 3 foot high trident shaped sissy bar with 3 rusty spear points aimed at the sky.

Rattling to a complete stop and switching off the engine and the fuel tap, the grizzled old rider swung out the side stand and leaned the bike over to park it. Looking on as open mouthed & slack jawed as the rest of the crowd I couldn’t help but notice a tiny golden trickle of gasoline dribble down to the edge of the oxidized velocity stack on the number one carburetor forming just enough of a droplet to catch the sun’s rays like a tiny jewel in a rusty can, but not a big enough dribble to actually leak out onto the ground.

The rider himself, was a fascinating creature, he rode helmetless without gloves, with just a leather club vest covering his torso. Of course this caused a great murmur of disapproval amongst the safety nazis in the group. Although when astride his magnificent steed he seemed much larger than life, standing on the ground before me he was just man of just below average size. Bald on top with 2 foot of long grey hair on the sides, he sported the pointiest goatee I had ever seen and a finely waxed handlebar mustache. His bald spot was covered with a tattoo of a spider web, & a POW-MIA flag graced his right shoulder.  Despite his diminutive physical stature, he gives out the overwhelming sense of confidence that only a man on a mission that knows he’s doing the right thing can posses.

Next our mysterious stranger unstraps a wooden box from the sissy bar of his motorcycle, throws it on the ground in front of us, steps up on it, and in the most corn fed southern accent you ever heard in your life says, “Hey y’all we need to talk about some of the crazy shit going down in the motorcycle business sometimes.”

I’m sure that most of you younger folk have heard of this newfangled thing called the internet and that giant worldwide marketplace called ebay. It seems that a man can find almost anything he might need to survive, motorcycle parts, vinyl records, silver, gold, knives, heavy metal posters etc. In fact about the only necessities you can’t get there are guns and ammunition because the owners are a bunch of politically correct pussies that don’t see the necessity of such things like we do, but I digress let me get back on track here. Lately I’ve noticed an alarming tendency of people to put things up for sale at what is called a “no reserve auction.” But when the item sells for less than they expected they just don’t ship it, or if the item doesn’t get up to a certain price by the last day they cancel it. I’ve actually had both of these things happen to me lately and it left a very bad taste in my mouth. I was actually planning to bid on one original vintage European motorcycle but passed it by for a different motorcycle only to have the shop that was selling it cancel the auction in the last 5 hours. If I’d known the sum-bitches was lying about the no reserve auction I would be the proud owner of a 75 Jawa right now. Instead I got a pocket full of pissed off & another shop on my list of places not to buy anything from.

Now all of you know more about the workings of the internet than I do, but apparently not everyone understands how an auction works. First off if you have a certain dollar amount that you have to have for something, you should never ever use a low starting bid, no reserve auction to sell it, never. Either you pay the fee for a reserve auction or set your starting bid at your bottom dollar price & let it go up from there. If you do screw up, use a no reserve auction and sell something for far less than you thought, man up, take the beating, & learn from your mistake. I’ve done it a time or two before I learn’t better. Also all dealers selling bikes should disclose all fees & taxes up front in the auction listing. The same goes for dealers craigslist ads too.

Now let’s speak about selling motorcycles without titles. Decent honest people know that in most places you can’t register a bike without a title. Now if you live in a place where you can register an old bike without a title I am genuinely happy for you, but in all honesty the only way you can get any money for it will be to sell it locally. Even if I lived in one of these states, for any bike that was less than 25 years old and/or worth more than 3 or 4 thousand bucks you should still insist on enough paperwork to ensure that the current owner is the legal owner.

In the rest of the states stop trying to get full price for them, without the proper legal paperwork they are either just a pile of parts, or if dilapidated or unwanted enough just plain old scrap metal, and should be priced accordingly. People constantly say, “You can get a title.” Well that is an expensive maybe at best. In my home state of South Carolina there is a process you can go through for vehicles over 25 years old. You fill out forms, send in pictures & money including sales tax for the purchase price, then you take it to the DMV office where they inspect it to be sure the serial number matches what is on your paperwork. They then run it through the database and if there is no current title for it in existence & it has not been reported stolen, they will issue you a title. If the vehicle is not running at the time you will be given an off road use only title no matter what kind of bike it is. So once you get it restored you have to trailer it back to the DMV for a second inspection, and pay a second title fee to get the off road brand removed. When you count the time off from work this can run several hundred dollars. So to me, even a good running fair looking bike without a title is only worth ¼ to ½ as much as the same bike with a title. It’s gotta be cheap enough that I can take the chance. A rusty, locked up, old rice grinder that has no visible good parts on it or is of no collectible value should be weighed and sold by the pound at your local scrap yard. A number of you don’t even have the options that I have here in S.C. As for the title service companies there are many reputable ones out there, but even so you are still looking at hundreds of dollars in some cases to get paperwork. The last quote I got from one was ten or twelve years ago and it was nearly $300 then, and I am sure the price has not gone down any. Some states may have laws against using out of state title services so be careful and find out if yours is one of them.

The most dangerous thing I have ever seen in an ad is a seller whom actually said that he would not provide a bill of sale for a motorcycle he had with no title. His price was actually reasonable enough, that I might have bought it to part out, but there is no way I am ever going to bring home any motorcycle frame of any kind without either a title or a bill of sale to prove that it was purchased legally. The same goes for a Harley engine because some states will issue a title on the engine. If you won’t give me any paperwork to prove I bought it, well FYYFF I’m not going to buy it. Big Bubba down at the grey bar hotel ain’t near as fun to snuggle with as my old lady. Remember kiddos if you can’t at least get a bill of sale or receipt to show the man if he asks for it, walk away.

And finally, I guess we (myself included) should quit picking on the hipsters so much. Yes I know with their funky brakeless one speed bicycles & queer eye for the straight lumberjack style of clothing, they do make easy targets. But come on; give them some credit for their role in the current café racer, old school skinny tire chopper & bobber revival. They have dusted off a bunch of cool stuff from the past & are helping to insure its future. Plus without them, Pabst Blue Ribbon beer might have disappeared for good.

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Then the old timer stepped down off of his soap box and the crowd cheered, although I don’t know if it’s because they enjoyed the lesson or just because the old man finally shut up. After he strapped the box back to his sissy bar, a rosy cheeked young man, with a long beard, in a flannel shirt handed him a cold PBR that he sipped on while chatting with the curious bikers who wanted to take a look at his ancient steed. When he had polished off the brew he crushed the can between his hand and his forehead and tossed it in the general direction of the nearest trash can, straddled his old chopper, twisted the grip three times and with a mighty heave on the kick starter fired it up. Once again the crowd turned to see and just as he rolled out of the exit, they all raised a cold one in a salute as the prophet sped away to the next gathering to preach his message of honesty, fair dealing, staying out of jail & caring for your fellow man.

 

Happy Trails Y’all

 

Happy New Year & A Quick Update

Just a couple of quick updates, I am still working on Project wAMMO but have been slowed down a little bit by life getting in the way, but tonight my favorite big brown van dropped off a nice little box from Dime City Cycles.

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Bates headlight & Sparto taillight

Hopefully I can get back to the shop this weekend.

Also over the next couple of weeks I’ll be adding a store page with some new & used parts & supplies for motorcycles. There may be some glitches at first so bear with me and give me a chance to get things sorted.

UPDATE; 1/1/17 store page removed

Peace Y’all

Raring to go for October!

over the bars

over the bars

Greetings Dear Readers,

Let me apologize for not posting any goodies for you for the past three weeks. The old ‘Psyco has been down and out with a severe case of shingles. Not only have I missed communicating with you, I also missed the first 3 weeks of hunting season, not to mention some of the best riding weather we’ve had since spring. Okay I did sneak the bike out a time or two but trust me when you got shingles you feel every single tiny imperfection in the road. Even a little tar strip felt like riding into a 4 inch high curb. But I am recovering now, & boy have I got some plans for this month.

There are a few event pics to show off from Labor Day weekend. I have scoped out a fantastic Website of The Month, and of course another of my profusely illustrated mechanical how-to articles. It’s gonna be a great month!

Have a fantastic day!

Kawasaki GPZ900

Kawasaki GPZ900

My Interview With the NHProequip blog

Last week I did an interview with Amy Carmosino, a pro blogger who writes for the Clark Heintz Tools blog. If you are interested you can go check it out here;

Interview With Floyd Finch, Motorcycle Restoration Hobbyist

Did you Ride to Work Every Day This Week?

If so give yourself a big attaboy and when you get home this evening celebrate with the libation of your choice!

A Low Down Dirty Shame

This is not about motorcycles, although it does involve roads. Two different roads in two different counties in S.C. that I travel regularly. They do have a few things in common, both are rural roads, both are located within a mile or two of county waste disposal sites, and both of these roads have been used as dumping grounds by thoughtless idiots who think it is okay to dispose of their garbage on other peoples property without compensation, or regard for the taxpayers either.

Estate Road, Florence S.C.

Estate Road, Florence S.C.

Estate Road is a relatively short dirt road between Old Marion Highway & Koppers Road in rural Florence county. Despite the fact that a waste collection site is literally just around the corner, this road has apparently become the dumping site  of choice for people who just don’t give a shit about the environment, the property rights of their fellow man, or how much the citizens of the area will eventually be screwed out of to clean it up. I’ll let the pictures do the rest of the talking. If you are one of the people dumping on this road you should be ashamed of yourself. If you can’t take your garbage to the dump, just store it on your own property.

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Now let’s roll over to the next county over, Darlington S.C. Home of the Darlington Speedway and birthplace of the NASCAR superspeedway. Traveling towards Hartsville on Billy Farrow Highway You will see Auburn School Road on the right, it travels through a fairly decent lower middle class neighborhood, that although a couple of the homes are suffering from the abandonment & neglect brought upon by current economic conditions, is actually holding up nicely.

Auburn School Road, Darlington S.C.
Auburn School Road, Darlington S.C.
What has happened here is especially shameful due to the fact that the perps actually dumped commercial garbage from a profit making enterprise into a ditch on the front of someone else’s property. Did I mention that this is about 2 miles from the main county waste collection site. Yes they charge a small fee for the disposal of commercial truck tires, but that is just the price you have to pay for doing business. If you can’t afford it perhaps you shouldn’t be in business. Hey if I had my druthers we’d have a perfect libertarian utopia where you would pay for disposal of all your own garbage according to how much you or your company actually disposed of with out your fellow citizens, who might not wast as much as you, being forced to help pay for it. Here are a bunch of tractor trailer tires dumped next to the street by some jackass too lazy & stupid to drive 2 more miles to get rid of some old tires.
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< Auburn School Road, Darlington S.C.>

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To make it worse since this dumb ass mother trucker, has made this nice neighborhood street into an illegal tire dumping site, other idiots have followed the lead and started throwing out car tires there now.
 < Auburn School Road, Darlington S.C.>

< Auburn School Road, Darlington S.C.>

Do they not realize that residents are allowed to dispose of a limited number of car tires at no cost? Less than 2 miles from where you threw this out? I would like to find you and beat the stupid and lazy out of you. As for the truck tires like I said disposal of business waste is part of the cost of doing business, if you can’t afford it, you should not be in business.

Now if you can’t get to the dump or if you cant afford to take it I have no problem with you storing your garbage in a proper & safe manner own your own property until you can afford proper disposal. However when you take it out and throw it out beside the road you are stealing from the owners of the property it lands on, and from all of your fellow citizens if the government sends out a crew to pick it up.

And that’s a low down dirty shame….