Saturday, July 31, 2010
Commonly Commentless
As we post more and more things on this blog, I can't help but notice that the post rarely ever get any comments. Why is that? I myself enjoy looking at everyone's motorcycle and hotrod related blogs, and comment on the post. I consider it an inspiration to keep on keepin on with the blog. Whenever this got on my mind, I started to look around at some of the blogs that I frequent, and noticed that many post on many of them remain commentless as well. I don't post very many pics of other peoples motorcycles, or retarded random images, but it seems that is the kinda shit that people like to see. anyways fuckers, speak up with your finger tips and show some love. if you have a blog or contribute to one, I'm sure you can relate. until next time....BHFFBH
Friday, July 30, 2010
NEAT
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Ride For Lightning....A must do for YOU!
More talk.
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Friday, July 23, 2010
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Friends...
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Monday, July 12, 2010
New editorial
When I was 12 I was a sponsored BMX racer. I loved racing bikes, jumping bikes and the thrill of winning or losing. I just wanted to ride and I did. It wasnt anything for me to get on my one speed BMX bike and log 8 hours in the August heat in downtown Atlanta. I enjoyed it and still look back on it with a smile on my face. Bmx and two wheels was and is cool. Going fast is cool. Wrecking to an extent is cool. I did it to be free leaving my house with $10 in my pocket for drinks and lunch at Wendys was freedom. No cell phone, no worries (except security guards and dogs) and no problems. I smiled and laughed and rode for hours all day everyday. As I got older things changed I gave up BMX for skating which I sucked at and then came 16 and a car which meant I never went back to riding BMX. I did miss it. I missed the freedom the fun and the two wheels and then I discovered motorcycles. Motorcycles specifically choppers gave me back that freedom and coolness that I longed for. Motorcycles were fast and cool and free. And this is what brings me to my point boys and girls. Riding bikes, choppers, bobbers, motorcycles is fun!!! SO STOP TRYING TO ACT SO FUCKING HARD WHEN YOU RIDE. Smile motherfucker. This shit beats the fuck out of working. Your not experiencing groundhog day in Iraq or Afghanistan. Being in the wind is Zen like and sometimes, only sometimes, better than fucking. You arent hard because you bought built or borrowed a Harley. You arent riding the thing around a prison yard. You dont need to be hard be happy you are'nt at work and you are'nt dead. You are free. You are a kid. You are living a dream that only a few of us get to experience. The fuck next to you in traffic with the tie on and the office job already thinks you are cool dont fucking frown at him. Smile at him and rub it in some more. His dick will shrivel just a little more because you my friend are cool and you are free but what you are not is hard. Join the MMA if you wanna be hard and frown and act like you just got parolled. You probably didnt and even if you did still smile because you are out of jail with nothing to prove. You, just by riding, are proving plenty. You are saying look at me world I love life and living it and if I die getting wrapped around an 80 year olds buick then know world that was a fucking smile on my face and not a frown because I was doing what I wanted to do being free and riding in the wind!!!! BHFFBH
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So I love motorcycles all motorcycles and have never been brand specific. If it looks cool and goes fast and is loud then I like it. I also like to drink beer but only when I know I can drink beer. In other words I dont come home from work and drink a beer for the taste 4 nights a week. No me I am the worlds oldest binge drinker. I wait until Friday afternoon and then proceed to pound 10 to 12 beers for fun. When these two hobbies of mine collide, that is Beer and Bikes, it is usually at a bike rally. One of those events is called the Horse magazines Smokeout. This year was the 11th year of the event and I actually didnt go. This was the first time in 10 years that I missed it. I had been to everyone until this year except the first one. I have seen the event go from a small unorganized group at an Indian burial ground in a dry county to a cool anything goes Rowan County fairgrounds to what it is now. What is it now? I dont know but it aint what it was. So on to my point. When did it become cool to go to a motorcycle rally and bring a fucking golf cart? People used to look at you bad if you trailered your bike into an event. But now people and not just a couple of people but a bunch of people are trailering in GOLF CARTS? What the Fuck? Golf Carts arent cool. You look like a fucking fat redneck driving around in your fucking EZGo. Get a fucking life. At what point did walking become uncool? I miss those before me who went to a rally with the tent and sleeping bag and one pair of jeans and 3 t Shirts rolled up on their bars. Now you gotta pack a golf cart? You are worthless. You like your fat redneck friend are riding the wave of choppers and Paul Sr. bullshit. Get away from me. The buffet is calling. Are hoverrounds cool? What about Rascals? Walk motherfucker because one day your fat ass will be stricken with diabetes and wont be able to walk. Then you will go to the hospital with no insurance and the tax payers will pay for you amputation and the you will go back to the buffet and back to the rally with your EZGo and then you will die. And all your redneck friends will hold a poker run for you and will drink whiskey in your honor and your old lady will sell your evo to the new guy who just bought himself a Golf Cart. And the cycle continues. Bring back the rally where we all ride and camp out under a tree by a creek. Unorganized unscripted and beautiful like those before us and before golf carts. I miss the old days. Things arent like they were and never will be. BHFFBH.