Death to Chauvinistic Pig Attitudes!!!

What can I say? Some of you have seen this, no big deal, it's on the internet. But have you watched it enough times? Can one watch it enough times?

Damn, I miss the sweet, sunny south.

See you in Guntersville, suckas.



EDIT: Dirty South remix

Triad Ton-up

This past Sunday there was a "vintage" bike rally here in GSO. It was so totally rad. At one point 79 bikes were counted. There were a shit ton of cafe-d out bikes and some old triumph's. Here are some highlights. Aud's, I wish you had come out.

George with his first bike, a 1959 Puch with original 425 miles on it

This bike has been frankensteined from 4 different bikes.

Some crazy Harley? the saddle is sweet.

Keeping it simple and pure.

Awesome Triumph with a 5 ball on the shifter

single pipe on this Scrambler

An extinct Laverda from Italy. Pretty sweet.

This Beemer came rollin' in super stealthy. So quite.

Moto Guzzi with a side car. Plush

Check out the oil spillage on this hipster. Reminds me of two certain ladies from Vancouver.

Triumph Trident. Not seen too often.

Honda CX500 Turbo. Future Primitive or Retro-Futuristic? Never the less, This bike is sah-wheet.

My Kawasucki was the only one of it's ilk at the party. Of course, it's only 2 years old.

Clean

Chopper and Social D tee 

Another Moto Guzzi, so fresh and so clean clean

The last to arrive. A tricked out Bonneville. Digging the little side bag.

Isley Bros afternoon

It's cool and rainy today. Was supposed to be a big motorcycle ride this morning but it'd be too hard to keep the rubber side down on a day like this. Stuck inside with Ronald, Kelly, Rudolph, Ernie, Chris, and Marvin. Could be worse.

Tuesday's Gone

This past Tuesday Willy D and I took a one day camping trip to Grayson Highlands in Virginia. It was an amazingly perfect day and a 150/170 mile one way ride was exactly what we needed. We passed through some sleep country towns and jammed through some mountainous twistys. The goal was to see the changing leaves before they had all disappeared and to go and sleep outdoors. The weather was suppose to change in the night and turn into rain, so we had to find a sweet place to bed down. We trespassed upon this megasweet shelter at an oxbow of the New River just on the NC/VA border. It was beyond perfect. We bought a sixer of Old Milwaukee for $4.40 and ate soup from a thermos. The next morning we got dumped on, but a $3.00 breakfast in Elkin, NC made up for it.

I made this video from the photo's of our trip. The quality is A number 1, and it's totally aggro. I forgot to do a "Monster" ad placement for it, so just pretend you are lifting weights and high 5ing your homey.  

Song: Dawn Chorus - No Shit Sherlock (instrumental)

Pee Break - Independence VA

Head to the Hills

Willie Dee and Chubb Rock

Transvestite Pony

Cold Brew, Hammock, and Full Moon. Straight Chillin'

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Fuck. I wish I had some great story about Beerfest., some fond memories or highlights. I only know that I barfed in the bathtub and I have this cryptic photo:


And this morning the one-eyed cat was missing and there was barf on the porch. Well, we found the cat and F already copped to the porch puking so all's well that ends well.





Until next Beerfest!

Oh shit. Getting some updates. It's not good.

"O' zapft is!"

"O' zapft is!" is what German's say when the first keg of Oktoberfest beer is tapped. I usually say, "Oh shit, I need this right now.". Some caps from the past two weeks of workin' and drinkin'.

My own Beerfest

During Oktoberfest times in Germany, drunk patrons are often called "Bierleichen" (German for "beer corpses"). In the South, our Beer Corpses are put on display at the local Food Lizard and surrounded by poison.