Whining!, Old Farts acting their age, Prudes pretending that they don't like sex, stupid people with drivers licenses, people that think that women are stupid because they are women, etc.
Hobbies
My Boarder Collie "Shadow" (he is always under foot), Guitar, Photography, Garden Railroad, Fruit Trees, Watching Sunsets, Sailing, music/concerts, sex drugs and rock n roll. There is other stuff but I'm finished typing for now.
Wish I could download some of the music I really like but it looks like the only music you can get is on their search.
This is for the ladies, lay down close your eyes and . . .
First impressions (1950):
Belt Parkway, Brooklyn, NYC, in the back seat of a 48 Lincoln:
I was 6 years old and this fat guy on a Harley, with long brown curly
hair (mid back length), an olive drab tank top, jeans with the cuffs rolled up, and paratrooper boots, passed us like we were standing still on the Belt Parkway. My parents and aunt were appalled! My eyes were wide open and I was thinking “I’m gona do that”
I found my way to a surplus store a few days later after collecting lots of soda bottles; got the boots, they didn’t fit, but I loved them. It took a while to get the rest. Didn't like the tank top, fell in love with the "K" model, went nuts over the Sportster; been riding for 45 years, 99 1200S, anything but stock, 06 Dyna about to be anything but stock.
Today, Oceanside CA going for a putt after lunch; the clouds burned
off. Seeeeee yaha all down the pike.
Ps yaha think that first impression stuck?
First Ride (1964)
Recording Secretary, IBEW local 1293, “Hey Tom, they just fired Gus Mason, can you drop by his place and see what is happening?” “Sure”.
Skip the details, he got a raw deal. Mason’s Motorscooters: “Gus, how can I help?” “Buy a motorcycle from me.” “I don’t know how to ride.” “Get on, I’ll show you how.”
So I got on the little 125cc Ducati and put it in gear and let go of the clutch, three hours later, I ordered a 305cc Yamaha. Three years later I opened my own shop.
The BBQ (1985)
This is how it went down, please note: I am not a RUB and 1%ers have too many rules for me. No, I do not approve of shooting any one. Lumpy did though but later regretted it.
Andy and Nancy decided to host a BBQ for a bro that just got out of the joint for shooting a pig (cop). Yeah, that’s what they were called, get over it. We started to drift in after work on Friday afternoon. After several fifths of Jack, it was decided that a pit BBQ was the venue of choice. We went out to the back yard to dig the hole. It took three more fifths of jack to get it right. The rest of the evening was spent gathering fire wood; that would be raiding neighboring businesses for pallets or any other wood that wasn’t nailed down and even some that was. The rest of the evening was spent icing a keg and watching the fire burn and drinking more Jack.
We were all in great shape the next morning when Bird said ‘where’s the pig’ (this time not a cop). It didn’t take long to figure out that Andy forgot the guest of honor. Someone said ‘I know where a goat is, some Mexican has it chained to a tree’. The search for a bolt cutter in Andy’s garage was on. Good thing Andy had a Servicar, you just don’t want to drag a reluctant goat behind a bike.
After we got it back to Andy’s yard, the ever observant Bird said ‘how are we going to kill it’? After much discussion the sound of gunfire rang out. Somebody pulled a snub nose .38 out and started blasting away. When the click was heard, there was a log of “gimmy that ass hole you can’t hit shit in a toilet”. Well it took a while and a lot of ammunition but the damned thing finally died with 5 bullet holes in him.
Red rode off with the pelt to clean the blood off of it at a car wash. He wanted to make a seat cover and a hat out of it. The carcass got gutted and thrown on top of the coals in the pit; covered with burlap bags and buried. No one knew what it took to cook so it became Sunday’s breakfast and we all settled for a hot dogs and beans dinner.
That was the worst breakfast ever! Charred to a crisp, tough as jerkey but tasted okay after you cut through the burnt part off.
Not every little girl dreams of Barbies and ballet
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, Wow! What a Ride!
~Hunter S. Thompson
Never trade the thrills of living for the security of existence. A zest for living must include a willingness to die.
~R.A. Heinlein
It is good to have an end to journey towards... but it is the journey that matters in the end.
Never hesitate to ride past the last street light at the edge of town
Where ever you may travel... Via any transportation you use... By whatever route you chose...
HarleyHoward wrote:Hey Dog!!! Well it looks like you were once a poet in another life. Keep us posted if you are going to be up this way now!!! Howard...
Hi Howard,
Will do, theing re getting up side down here, it may happen later on in the spring or summer. Enjoy the wedding, tell PR, I said congratulations, she palmed one off on some unsuspecting young girl, LOL just kidding.
PIMPNPROFILE.COM Have a Fantastic life and keep smiling, Best, Shadowdog
I'm leaving tomorrow morning for her place up by Marysville, and then we head south for Fresno and the wedding. I think we will be slamming the sheets at the motel!!! Enjoy your weekend my friend!!! Howard...
Well Ya'll I'm gonna be off for a few days. My son is getting married and I will be busy busy!!! Never to busy to think of you tho!!! Have a great weekend and ride it if you can!!! Better believe the PocketRocket will be every damned chance she gets!!! OH HELL YEAH BABY!!!! XOXOXO
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