Dude i had a SHIT TON of these things. My parents thought i was sick in the head and now a days the government probably wouldnt even let kids own these things.
More people need to look this word up in the dictionary it's not a matter of damanding it if you HAVE SOME you will get some...... Check out this rag these guys have their shit together and they are rocking it from the East Coast. The Editor has some good thoughts on RESPECT and bringing the old pricks and young punks together.....GOOD SHIT
PARTY THIS WEEKEND! TOTALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS FIGHT!
what a great weekend. the store was rockin and rollin. you can tell springs here. the sound of bikes blowing past the doors all day long. yea sucks bc theyre out havin all the fun but owell. its still a damn good sound. and of course from time to time some jack ass has to wheelie in front of the shop. ha. got alot accomplished on the dyna last night. tryin to get her ready for the revenge run. huge thanks to cyril and justin for all the help. without those 2 kats i dont think i would have ever started. rocks chops hooked me up with the bars. they are fuckin sick. some top notch shit. now just a few more things to do before the run then when i get back have to pull her apart to do all the cleanin up and make her match.
IT WAS WAY TOO FUCKIN BUSY YESTERDAY AT THE SHOP TO POST ANYTHING. WHICH IS REALLY GOOD. WE ARE GETTIN INTO THE SESSION. LAST MONTH WE DID 30BIKES TOTAL. YESTERDAY WE DID 15! HOLY FUCK. 15 IN ONE DAY! SO A DAY LATE HERES SOME ST PATTYS DAY CHEER! ONE OF MY FAVORITE IRISH BANDS. EVERYBODY DOES THE DROPKICK THING.
A good night, the best in a long time A new friend turned me on to an old favorite Nothing better than a dealer who's high Be high, convince them to buy
What's my drug of choice? Well, what have you got? I don't go broke And I do it a lot
Seems so sick to the hypocrite norm Running their boring drills But we are an elite race of our own The stoners, junkies, and freaks
Are you happy? I am, man Content and fully aware Money, status, nothing to me 'Cause your life is empty and bare
What's my drug of choice? Well, what have you got? I don't go broke And I do it a lot
You can't understand a user's mind But try, with your books and degrees If you let yourself go and opened your mind I'll bet you'd be doing like me And it ain't so bad
What's my drug of choice? Well, what have you got? I don't go broke And I do it a lot
Say, I do it a lot! Say, I do it a lot! Say, I do it a lot! Say, I do it a lot!
Alcohol fueled heavy metal crazed Psycho is a word I know Headbanging, fist slamming I got a taste for breaking the law Fat slappers, dirty mingers Round ‘em up, feed them to me Headbanging, fist slamming I’ve got to cure this heavy metal disease Heavy metal and a belly full of whiskey I turn the volume til the speakers explode Skull heaven dirty denim Beer and weed is all I need Sex addict, I’m always at it My bitches moan when I pull away Stomach ill, another pill I need to cure this heavy metal disease I’m a heavy drinking, heavy metal Psycho sex machine Give me the beer Give me the bitches Give me the drugs Let me trip out on your love!
I dont have a cool story about sitting on a pile of trash and watching cars go by or about riding my iron horse since its sitting on a jack right now but here is something tasty from my playlist. Why did this band STOP making punk music...WHY?
So last night I get the grand idea that it would be a nice evening to ride. Sky is cloudy but the roads are dry so I said, Fuck It! and rolled out on the War Machine. Besides I just fixed a primary leak and she needed a test run. Well the bike ran like a raped ape as always. Then the rain came down....so instead of taking a left to go home I rolled on the throttle for another half hour of riding in the rain....BEST RIDE IN A AWILE.....but I still can't wait for spring.
sat on a mound of trash watching the cars pass by on the local interstate last night. its something i use to do all the time through my troubled teenage years. it was nice. a cool brisk night. lite mist in the air. the only sound was the traffic of cars. Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, So I had one more for dessert. Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt. Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
Go to the Rusty Knuckle Link on the Revenge Run blog to get your tickets for this EPIC event. Can't beat it $35 bones gets ya a ticket, t-shirt, patch, and buttons for the event. These guys are doing it up!!!!!!!!