Today's Victim

A Beta Alp. Is that sweet, or what? It's the only one I've ever seen and it punched my buttons pretty bad. Helluva motor, cool frame, and killer Paoli suspension. It had been sitting up in a guy's garage for several years and we got it going again for him. Interesting motorbike.

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The N-u-u-u-u-bie.....

Preparations are nearly complete for the final ITSA Trials of the year. On Saturday the 17th B&J Racing will host the final round of 2007, followed by the awards banquet (party, party, party) that evening. Then on Sunday the first round of 2008 will be held. So come on out to the Ranch and join us, should be a beautiful fall week-end to be in the woods.

The Captain and I have restored the famous Nubbie section to all it's difficult and resplendent glory. From the ugly turn at the bottom in that ditch with all those roots, to the final set of corners at the top that demand that tight line that still just looks so damned wrong.

Sunday should be interesting, as there are rumours of The Nubster and Mennonite Mike making the step up from the C class to the B line. I'm making darn sure the batteries are good in my camera.....

Speechless

Total weirdness.

I just spoke with one of my bestest buds on the planet. He's currently sitting in the Stapleton Airport in Denver waiting to go through the terroism check-point (boarding) that is now the fact of air-travel here in the U.S., to fly back home here to Nash-Vegas.

He's been to Denver for the funeral of his older brother's kid, who took it upon himself to do the O.D. thing with the big horse. I'd met the kid years ago, he seemed like a good kid, but the Lord only knows what demons any one being can be dealing with.

Sometimes at a funeral you're given the task of being a spectator, maybe delivering the eulogy, or participating as a pallbearer. My bud was given the job of playing on the guitar during the ceremony the departed's favorite tune (a Kenny Wayne Shephard blues number). He rehearsed it here with me at the Old Dickson Post Office on Sunday evening for a bit.

When we spoke an hour or so ago he seemed to be still in total shock, as am I. When he called me on the phone to tell me the news of Colin's passing last Saturday evening I just told him I had to get off the phone now, I can't talk.

And I couldn't. Still can't.....

Rat Rod Tear-Drop

Major Kool.

From the Hood

A view of the Rat Rod Show from the hood of a '65 Ford PU that looked like it had a hundred coats of hand-rubbed black lacquer.

More Vintage Lightning

Vintage Lightning is a twenty-seven foot Airstream Class A motorhome. It has 45k miles, a 454 Chevy, a new fridge and generator, and was owned by some big mucky-muck from Louisville that used it solely to take customers and clients to ball games. It has never (never!) even been cooked in. The ash-trays haven't ever even had a cig put out in them.....the original aluminum lever-type ice-trays (remember those?) from Airstream are in the freezer in their original shrink-wrap.

Sam fell in lust about it a few weeks ago and he just had to have it. Dammit, there he goes, spending my inheritance, again. Ah well.

Vintage Lightning, indeed.....

Vintage Lightning

The road trip a week or so ago consisted of a speed run from Nash-Vegas to about sixty miles west of St. Louis to pick up Sam's new toy, the Vintage Lightning. Very memorable was the bang through St. Louis back this way at 6 p.m. on a Friday during a drving thunderstorm, Whoowee!

Here we are crossing the Mississippi the next morning headed east.....

Dual Sporting

From left to right, Rob and Bob (a father son tag team), Sam and Mike. We're way off in the boonies where that waterfall is that if'n I told you where it was I'd have to kill you. There's already way to many damned real-estate agents showing up and staking out this land way out in the sticks.....I may have to kill one of them. God, that'd feel so good.....take 'em out a knee-cap at a time.

Only thing missing from this one-hundred-ten mile dual-sport fang was the Nubster .

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