Darn it.....

Rode the big ole maroon and black Harley a few counties away to hang out with some of my brothers.
Not a real long ride, but a nice ride.....
About half way there it sounded like a pool ball started slamming around somewhere in the motor....a real
oh shit attention getter.....
Just so happens one of the brothers runs a bike shop down where I was headed, and we were all meeting there
anyway. I tarried on, though I slowed down a little.

Well.....I thought the racket was coming from the primary, which is the chain drive/clutch stuff area between the motor and transmission. I got some tools and took the inspection covers off and felt around, and used one of the handy dandy telescoping magnet things to see what I could find in there too....nothing out of the ordinary.....hmmmm.....okay. put it all back together.

Everyone finally arrived and we rode to a restuarant to hang out and eat. Had a great time, and one of the guys present was just somebody rolling down the road, and hooked up with one of my brothers to hang out and ride too....a stranger we all made feel welcome, a construction worker here for a job....ANYWAY... When we had all finished,  I asked where the checks were, so I could pay up. I find out the stranger who we all just met paid for ALL our food....damn....I asked what?????????? The guy said he did it because we showed him a good time, friendship, and made him feel welcome......so we left the waitress a helluva tip.

We all depart and head our own ways. One of the bros stayed with me halfway home before he had to ake his left turn....just making sure I did not have any problems with the bike.....and then the damn racket started up again. I hate noises I cannot ID. Then from out of no-where another of my bros pulls up beside me on his hawg. At a stop light I asked where the hell he came from, and told him how happy I was to see him. We stop at a gas station and I fill him in on what is going on with the noise.....he stayed with me all the way home.

I made it home with the darn motor intact....I am thinking maybe something is amiss in the transmission. Oh well...we are home safe, I will get around to looking into this week....I still have more Harley's to ride. Just lucky to have made it home becauseit ain't no fun to have the tranny lock up at 60+ mile per hour.....leaves a helluva skidmark....and I just ain't talking about on the road.
Then I come in and take about a four hour nap......

And that is my boring Sunday.

Lazy day and bikes

Happy fathers day to all the dad's.
I am just hanging out doing nothing.
Thought I would show off a couple more of my bikes.

1991 Harley Davidson FLHS
And my 2002 XL883R

Thanks Phelan

Thanks to you and Dan

I cried today.....

I had to run some errands today, out on the bike.
I stopped my my favorite local Harley shop to pick up a few things.

The owners grand daughter recently was recently diagnosed with a form
of brain cancer, which I cannot even begin to pronounce........prognosis is not good.
She is a little girl. not even ten.
The more I heard, the more the tears welled up. I wished them the best.

I walked out to the bike and dropped on my knees, head against the saddlebags
and cried.....then I prayed......I never question the will of God, but it never hurts to ask for a favor.

Please pray for Kennedy.....

EASTER

The Lord has risen.

Today I sit and reflect.

I am a biker. I am a club member. I  am a father, grandfather, and husband.

I am a BELIEVER in the Lord Jesus Christ.

government bullshit

I had two club brothers from Germany fly into the states to hang out in Florida with us during bike week.
They get off the plane and end up being detained for seven hours, no food or drink, treated like criminals
then escorted back to a plane to be sent back to Germany....

government agents explanation????

"Members of motorcycle clubs require special visa to enter the United States."

Never heard that one before. These guys wanted to visit Our great nation, caused to no problems, were not here to cause any problems. What the hell is up with that?

Saturday

I have decided NOT to take part in the television deal about bikers.
A few reasons, first and foremost is that I do not know what the end results
would be. The spin that would obviously be put in on the editing table
is what worries me the most.

I watched the "Doomsday Preppers" show on NatGeo recently.
Then this morning going through the blogs, I noticed that one of the
person's portrayed on the show, Dave Sarti, up in Tennessee had the government
roll in and confiscate stuff.......TV was not good for him.

I also know what the TLC and the Discovery channel did with the "alleged"
documentary on the Warlocks.

Nope.....not for me....