Mad Max Syndrome

Hell-o,

Was it in all the papers? On the radio? Was there some sort of announcement about this on M.T.V. that I missed? Oh wait. That must be it. I don't even have a T.V., at least not one that's hooked up to a source outside the Post Masters office.

So, when the hell did the norm for fashion, style, and "the look" become appearing in public every day and doing your best to be dressed and coiffed like a freaking extra from the set of MAD MAX. All the way down to the hair. All over the body. The facial hair originality and execution is especially amazing though, except for the girls......

And, what with all the piercings and tatts combined I was beginning to wonder if it was all just some weird-ass attention seeking, even weider than anorexia or carpal tunnel syndrome. You know.

Although I'm sure you could argue that blogging was some sort of weird-ass attention-seeking.........ahem.

Happy Thursday.

PWA

Fishing Hard

Me and the Captain took in a day of supposed bass fishing out at Priest today. I say supposed "bass" fishing because, when the bass shut down after drive-time, then we change gears and fish for shell-crackers, crappie, or catfish and yes, even carp.

Dude, we ain't proud, we came to fish.

At one point we had bologna and cheddar cheese suspended under a float, We also used some ham and swiss, and also some freaking de-hydrated minnows, something I hadn't seen or tried before.

I used to carp fish with a guy from Alabama that would make up his own home-brew carp-bait from the most amazing amalgam of ingredients. Here is a partial list and it went something like this:

1. Jello, usually a red flavor.
2. Cocoa Crispies or Fruit Loops
3. Canned Corn
4. Molasses or choclate syrup
5. Cheese is good.

Mush it all together with your hands in a five-gallon bucket. Then put the lid on it and place it in the middle of your yard where the sun can beat on it all day. A couple of days is just fine too, if you've got the time. I'm pretty sure that there was some sort of fermantation proceess invoked by these actions, because the funk that withered your nostril hairs when you took the lid off that bucket was tear inducing.

Use the biggest hook you got in your bag and make up a big fist-full around your hook. Heave it out and let it lay on the bottom. Prepare to catch carp.

We caught the shit out of some carp with that bait.

Word.

PWA

Commando

Sweet and very tidy Norton 750 Commando as spied in the lot at the Super Motard races in Nash-Vegas.

A dude named Kenny Dreer has revived the historic Norton name with a very good looking and seemingly functional motorbike. They also captured the look, in my humble opinion. Bob and I were lucky enough to see one at the dealer show in Indy last winter. Check it out HERE.


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Super Motard

Mr. Nubbie would say one and one-half thumbs up!

Attended the AMA Super Motard races last night at the Music City Motorplex, a fancy name for the Nashville Speedway at the Tennessee State Fairgrounds.

The track configuration was quite a bit different from the lay-out that was used last year, and this time around they used quite a bit more of the NASCAR styled oval with the banking. It looked like the big four-strokes were able really stretch their legs. Around NASCAR turns one and two, where several of the guys would get the frame banged down onto the deck and just leave a trail of sparks all the way around while they grabbed three gears and did their best flat-track tuck. After dark the sparks were cool to see.

Jeff Ward is a racer. Period. A professional racer. The two rides he put in on his CR450F were a show in discipline, experience, and competitive determination, and included all manor of techniques of riding skills. Of course even the slowest guy out there could stomp a mud-hole in my ass, but guys like Ward and Kunzel and the absent Doug Herny are simply hotter than the front burner on your stove when the day of racing starts. They don't ease into their job of going fast, they're on it when they get out of the trailer. Ready to rock.

AMA website report is HERE.

What fun, and what a great crew to be at the races with.

Happy Sunday.
PWA

P.S.
Not even one medical personel were ustilzed during last nights races, and as our good friend MARTHA says, that's a good thing!

Bail

pic by Grippy

Nope, not talking about "jail bail".

There comes a time in many endeavors of life when one must just say "fuck it."

If you're banging a bowl or a pool wall and things are not working out just as you had planned (or, if you skate like I do, and not plannimg a "run" is the term of practice) then the time comes when you have to let the stick take it's own trajectory and you bail to aviod breaking an ankle, wrist, or rib, et al, and you just say "fuck it" and let the board do whatever the hell the boards gonna' do........

L8R
PWA

P.S. A good friend bails you out of jail. A true friend is on the bench in the cell with you saying, "Damn, that was fun!"

P.S.S. Super-Motard Races at the Music-City Motorplex on Saturday Sept. 24th.! Click here.....

Riding With Sam

I was lucky enough a couple of Saturday's ago to get to have a fang with my dad. In Australia that's what they call an outing of about any type, a fang. We usually reserve it for motor-bike type things........

Our fang consisted of meeting far closer to Nash-Vegas than is usually my taste, but hell, when you're on a street-legal dirt-bike that can climb a car, then about anything becomes an invitation to be an obstacle. We took in my niece's (his grand-kid) soccer game on field number five (they won!) and then we got the hell out of dodge.

We back roaded it to a stop for a cat-fish sandwich with beer-battered onion rings (!) on the Cumberland served on a deck at a boat dock, and then tooled almost all the way to Clarksville. We then turned around and came back to the home area another way. Never ever go out and return by the same route. That's major un-cool.

We shot this pic while on Sycamore Creek north of Ashland city. We saw the barges and tug pushing towards us from a couple miles up river and we stopped to watch him come by. The tug was from the Ingram Materials fleet and was the "Charles Evernham". The Captain was cool enough to toot the air horns our way when we waved a couple times, which we appreciated and of course we laughed like school kids. Don't take much to amuse us!

Fanging out with my Pops is it, man.

Word.

PwA

Mouth to Mouth

Ya' see, we are so concerned with the health of the fish that we catch-and-release, that to ensure their survival we usually give them mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, as the Cpt. here ably demonstrates. Poor little red-eye probably didn't have any tonsils when he was done......

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To The Dark Side

A funny thing happened a few weeks ago to my buddy Dean, a.k.a. "The Froot Booter". First of all, let me clarify, he's no lame-ass in-line skater. He skates for real Carrera Speed Skates, two wheels on a side. He's hell-on-wheels at the roller-rink. His dad used to run the one here locally for many years and Deano kind of grew up on his roller skates.

I introduced him to bowl and vert skating at the really crappy skatepark in Clarksville a couple years ago. He kind of dug it and took to it pretty quick, and got so he could get pretty wild and was mucho fun to watch, especially when the little head would get to out-thinking the big head and he'd talk himself into trying something that just might be a bit over his head. He'd crash like a semi-truck. And then he'd try it twenty more times. Like I said, he's kinda' fun to watch.

A few weeks ago we were skating the park in Nash-Vegas on a Thursday night and he had an equipment malfunction. Nope, his right breast didn't pop out, but he lost a wheel on one of his skates. I had an extra stick in the car (surprise!), and we couldn't repair his roller skates, so he put his shoes on and thought he'd give the board a try.

After a while he rolls up to me and declares that the stick is way more fun than those roller skates. Well, DUH!

Next thing I know he's on-line and has got him some Deathbox wheels and some Indy 215 trucks and a sweet Santa Monica Airlines chunk of wood, a roll of clear grip tape, and next Friday evening he's beating on my back door ready to build it up!

Welcome to the Dark Side Dean. Where if we have to explain the skate thing to you, you ain't gonna' get it any damn way.

Skate hard man, skate very hard.

L8R
PWA

More Cub News

Nope, not the Chicago Cub kind of news folks. Sorry.

This is the news of the little Triumph Tiger Cub that could, and did.

Did, as in having won the last three AHRMA National Trials on the trot since being birthed at B&J Racing and then being un-loaded from the trailer a couple weeks ago in Wyoming. Three-for-Three. Dude......... Good job Earl!!!

On Sunday the 18th of Sept. we have an ITSA FunTrials out at the Ranch at B&J that all twin-shock and Modern Trials bikes are welcome at. It'll be a hoot. Check out the event flyer HERE.........

Thanks
PWA

Double Struck

photo and caption by Jim Decola a.k.a. The Funkmaster

Nope, no tennis here folks.

These are the Wittstruck brothers from Ashland City. They are our own local Alba brothers, if you will. This shot was taken in the eleven-foot chunk of the pool we call "The General". The guy throwing the frontside air out the General is Elliot and the dude laying the groundwork beneath him is Emerson. These boys rock, and the coolest thing is that they get to skate with their dad! They are too rad in that they combine new-school street skating with old-guard pool/bowl and bank/ditch riding. And, they're damn good kids. And they let me skate with 'em, how cool is that?

Their dad Jeff is the cat behind Struck Boards. He makes some nice stuff.

L8R
PWA

P.S. Help out the Katrina victims, okay? The American Red Cross

Even More Therapy

The Captain and I followed up our ride at the ranch last Saturday with a worth-while wade of Big Barton's Creek. We ultra-lighted for a while to the tune of sun-fish and the coolest fish in the world, the Red-Eye. Some folks call 'em Coosa bass.

I was gonna' call this post "Fishing With My Dick" but more sane minds prevailed. It's pretty much an inside joke between me and the Captain. We'd go fishing in his boat and video tape our excursions, him narrating. Course we'd carry on like Bill Dance when we'd catch a fish that was barely bigger than our lure. Shouts of "Get the net!" or "Call Field and Stream" and other mundane crap.

And you always kiss a fish on the nose that you're releasing for good luck. Heck, everybody knows that, don't they?

PWA

P.S. Help out the Katrina victims, okay? The American Red Cross

Love Rock Model

This here would be the only Les Paul that graces the axe quiver at the Old Dick P.O. And it's not even really a Les Paul, per se. Definitely not a Gibson anyways. Let me just say that I am not, nor have ever been a Les Paul guitar kind of guy. I'm pretty sure though, thinking back, that there may have been a butt load of alcohol involved in my acquisition of this instrument.....

Don't get me wrong, it's a gorgeous guitar. And it plays great. Sweet neck. Killer tone. And totally heavy as hell. Boy, standing with it around your neck for a couple of sets is like changing flat tires for six hours!

I read an article on the Gibson Custom Shop web-site not too long ago wherein Neal Schon states that he was undoubtedly the first person to stuff a Floyd Rose in a Les Paul.

Wrong! I'm sure that the Floyd that we stuffed in this one was an original release Floyd Rose model. I had two of them at the time. The other went in my Frankenstein axe, that I'll blog up later on. Joe Glazer in Leiper's Fork installed the Rose. It was the first and only time that he will ever touch a guitar of mine.

This axe is one of the Tokai lawsuit Les Pauls. I seem to have a penchant for that lawsuit guitar thang. The body is a glorious and beautiful one-piece mahogany chunk and the binding is very sweet. The pickups are by Dimarzio. But It sounds even better to me when I bang on it not plugged in.

My buddy Brian is always on me as to why I don't get rid of it because I never really play it. But hell, it's way nice to look at and anybody else that stops in seems to get a kick out of beating on it so I just keep it sitting around......Cool.

Help out the Katrina victims, okay? The American Red Cross

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More Therapy

Here the Captain forces the mean green machine up our Scottish style ditch.

And you can see the stress relief evident in picture number two.......

Stress Relief

The Captain, Mr. Nubbie, and I had a bit of therapy out at the Ranch yesterday.

It appears as though Mr. Nubbieis getting over his injuries incurred at the Trials in Marion in June, thank goodness.

Happy Sunday
PWA

Pork Butt on a Stick

photo by the Captain

Man, this pic looks as though it belongs over at the Cliffhanger!. The Captain snapped it in the vendor area at the recent O'reilly Auto Parts NHRA Nationals at Memphis Motorsports Park a couple weeks ago. I'm afraid I ain't heard of Pork Butt On A Stick before.........

Other news out of Memphis that ain't so damn funny........Blues great R.L.Burnside has passed away in Memphis. He was 78. He deserves a good check out........

The Really, Really Weird link for the day is HERE....

L8R
PWA