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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Soooooooo...Short story...


This is (P,D,) Pre-Deb, Sooo, I'm 21 yrs. old Can legally drink in bar etc. At this time I have a 59 pan-head on hard-tail frame & 18 over springer straight drag bars & open drag pipes, Rear drum brake & no front. A friend of mine is a Prob. with a national 1% club. I follow him out 2 a inner city party where I meet his sponsor, were throwing knives at a tree. & This Guy pulls out a Axe he carries on his bike & puts on a hell of a display throwing axe & knife. Sooo a couple weeks later. Were Bar hoping till 4-5 & head out 2 his house 4 Memorial Day Bar B-Q. A friend hooks a ride on my bike. Pulling in his drive way the rear wheel slides out on lose gravel. I tear my jeans & leg up, but Danny on back is barefoot & about tears his big toe off. Sooo this guys ole-lady pounds him in downers & whiskey, does a whiskey wash 2 his Toe & sows it up at the kitchen table. I cut my jeans 2 shorts & she cleans up my cuts & scrapes. Everybody is passed out by now, & she's seducing my young ass, very tempting. Sooo short's are on the floor & I hear some noise & kinda freaking , I'm thinking of the Knife & Axe show & Hell ya I'm scared. I grab my cut-off jeans & can't get them on fast enough,They wont go past my knees & I'm yankin & pullin & jumpin up & down, Shes laughing while I;m scared 4 my life. DAMN-IT these are her jeans. I'm so scared I'm still trying 2 make them go. She says there not married & shes free spirit. I 'm a scared spirit lookin 2 C another day. I'll try the other shorts. Soooo... Of course like any life story there's a moral & I think it is obvious, When pulling into gravel on 2 wheels always pull straight in, not leaned in.
(STORMIN) A SAFE BIKE WEEK 4-ALL

Monday, July 21, 2014

Soo Short story...

We Took our 2 big-ole black dogs 2 the beach, one got car sick on the way. Soon as I opened the door he run;s 4 the shore line, A bunch a herkin-jerkin hack n & gagin & up comes the content's of his stomach in 1-big steamy pile. So we set out the chairs & sit back & as were watching people walk the shore line they stop 2 study this oddity , walking circles around it & giving it little pokes trying 2 analyze , WHAT THE HELL IS-IT. So this was about 20-30 mins. entertainment. & then a flock of seagulls (not the 80"s hair band) swoops in & clears the entire pile a little peck each & its gone in seconds. Sooo. now I'm inspired 2 the poetry of it all. I like the mourning Sunrise & love the evening Sunset, I like poetry, I like long walk's on the beach, for its there I get 2 poke dead things with a stick... (STORMIN)

Sooo. Short story,


Remember that movie My Cousin Vinnie when the girl gives testimony at end of trial how the tire tracks could not be from the Defendants Buick, But rather a 63 Pontiac Tempest with the posi-trac. & independent rear suspension, 2 jump the curve with both wheels still burning etc.I remember because I had one.The motor in front & Trans axle combo in back. 
Soo. we are riding out in the boonies south of Chicago drinking beers, Flipping empty bottles, & hit windshield of a car behind us they fly up alongside flipping us off
trying 2 pull us over. Damn-it they look a little older & bigger, like some Football jocks. So 2 me this is a driving match now I'm thinking eeeasy doin, They manage 2 hang pretty tight thru sum wild chit. (did not think they have the balls 2 hang) Soo. We are coming up on small town really fast, I'm not backing off We hit train tracks & go a little airborne & thru the traffic light right in 2 the downtown shopping, I'm working all I have 2 work with Steering wheel gas& brake pedal. But this crazy ass rear trans axle is doing its own thing.Sum kinda combo of donuts & figure 8's etc. tires screeching & smoking, a little screaming from the back seat. & all of a sudden its over the back wheels bump the curb. Its silent we are perfectly parked between 2 diagonally parked cars. All the town shoppers out on the sidewalks are jaw dropped & staring. The car chasing is gone, Huh the motor is running its still in gear feels like the tires are up. Sooo I casually apply the gas stroll out in the main drag & man if I wore lipstick it would be on both earlobes my grin is so large. Once again The Moral is an obvious one , When flipping beer bottles from car windows please do so responsibly. (STORMIN)

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Soo ah growing up we use 2 pick up cheap running cars 4 -50 - -100 bucks, Cheap beaters near death but rolling, We treated them like their price tag. Little value. We still played it, except IT was now bumper-tag chasing each other till we could tag your car & pass IT 2-U .Most the time it grew more & more wild smashing the shit out of our beaters. & still driving the remains 2 work. When a car had IT. IT was custom 2- brick the gas pedal & finish IT-off. Sooo this lead 2 Dumping cars in the Barge canal with bricked gas pedal & dropping it in gear off the embankment, Sooo I did maybe 3 or 4 like this. Then had old Chrysler 300 convertible, perfect I'll put the top down load IT in gas Brick the gas, torch it as it rolls by & send it flaming airborne in 2 the canal. We got a good size crowd coming out 4 this 1. The poor old car took such a beating on the way out the radiator is leaking, its overheating, not running well, So dump 5 gal. gas on the interior, top down, Brick on gas Poke the old Chrysler push button in gear, Knock, knock , knock , barely rolling, its so overheated its trying 2 sieze up, Wait till it hits embankment & starts down hill roll 4 canal & throw torch 2 interior. The fumes have built up & it fireballs & I'm close enough 4 a face singe . the car just makes edge of water half in half out & burns. Soooo. not the spectacular fireball car shooting thru air in flames I hoped 4. But next time 4-sure. Sooo a friend stops by 2 show me newspaper article, Clearing cars blockin barge canal. REWARD 4 info. Sooo.. of course there;s a moral (CHOSE YOUR FRIENDS CAREFULLY) That the reward,

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We moved 2 Florida 27 yrs. ago from south Chicago area, left a-lot of interesting characters behind, But Damn sure made up 4-it with new ones . The character of a person is the total package of look, talk,actions &all personal traits. Soo. this is a story Deb tries 2 keep me from telling & its not even about me. Sooo I'm working U.S. Steel mills in East Chicago-Indiana on no.#13 Blast furnace. (Largest in the world) I get partnered with this old man looks just like Captain Kangaroo. Couple hrs. into the day he says U-know Gary I'm a swinger. I'm thinkin sure U-R old man, He pulls out a swingers magazine & shows me photo's him & sum woman. (man I dont need this shit). Soo. come lunch break the old guy pulls a deck a cards & sells them 10 bucks each 2 win a hand gun. Next day its another deck 2 win 2 women a bottle & a room. Now He's telling me story's of Professional Gambling & much more its all getting hard 2 believe. But I'm hearing from others & being warned about him.The stories keep getting larger & I'm sharing them at home with Deb. Sooo. We visit him outside work & he shows us a collection of dice that's mind blowing. He rolls all his numbers switch's dice by colors in his palm as he rolls. Switch's decks of cards by color as he cuts the deck. Then deals face up & asks how many would U take & hits each hand as we call . All hands are great cards worthy of high bets. He's showing 4 deuces in front of him self, waiting 2 bust their high bets. Sooo. were a few years into Florida living, I'm working out back & Deb calls me in house. The Chief (that was his name) is on Jerry Springer. The show is about over but there's Jerry shaking his head in disbelief after interviewing Chief & his women.He asks what is it U-have that I don't have. Chief low & slow says CHARACTER. Yea its a package deal that Character thing. But I've got 2 say the cast of Characters here in Central & north Florida has got 2-B the most unique & interesting over anywhere U.S.A. no wonder the state motto is (ONLY IN FLORIDA) (STORMIN)