We can?t do anything like normal folk. We just moved into an 8,000 square foot building that was built in 1926 as the Catalina Hotel on the edge of the Los Angeles Harbor in Wilmington, California. In 1981 a madwoman gutted the building and turned it into an industrial building with a loft, separate apartment and a cafe out front. Do you smell breakfast burritos at Bandit?s Cantina?
We?re located in the bowels of Harbor industry. There?s nothing upscale or trendy about this area. Day before yesterday, while the alarm technician demonstrated the keypad he pressed the panic button and within five minutes the building was surrounded by armed cops. They even jacked up the cats.
Sin Wu dials the phone in a sweat daily trying to hook up our new DSL lines. We?re due to hit the airways next Tuesday. It?s a bitch but gave us time to deal with electrical, new gates, plumbing, cable, rats, weirdoes and drug addicts.
Hang with us, ?cause this joint will launch us into a new era of wild tales, more bike builds and sex. I don?t know why I mentioned sex, except there?s two tittie bars within a mile of here. All the women around here are covered in drywall dust. Otherwise there?s nothing but chain link, barbed wire, 18-wheelers, rust, pallets and shipping containers in the neighborhood.
If you took a large shot of Tequila or smoked a joint and stumbled a couple of blocks north from here, suddenly you?d experience a Twilight zone aura. You?d sense being beamed to another land, south of the border. Suddenly the signs are all in Spanish, the people on the streets speak another language and all the restaurants are Mexican.
It?s a trip, in a city of meth labs, homeless and junkies with rusting grocery carts. But we?ll dial it in. We can pull burnouts all night and no one will bother us. Next week we?ll rock the site with reports from Daytona, Cincy, and the back streets of Wilmington. We?ll begin reworking this joint, wiring the Shrunken FXR and building iron gates. And you thought you?d seen extreme homes on HGTV. You can watch this bastard come together a nail at a time.
Ride Forever,
Bandit
