APACHE JIL, TOMBSTONE, ARIZONA, TATTOO MASTER–Had to wait to get back to you, all my tattoo work was loaded into pddfiles. Had to wait for my buddy to show me how to convert them to jpg. Don’thave much because my scanner took a crap, but sending you what I do have loadedright now. Off to Reno next week for National’s convention. Get your buttover here, you’ve been away too long……Love ya, Jil
BIKERNET MEETS PAT TRAVERS–I READ IN THE PAPER THAT THE GREAT PAT TRAVERS WOULD BE PLAYING IN TOWN.WITH MY INFINITE WISDOM, I SEE VISIONS OF PHOTO OPPORTUNITY DANCING INMY HEAD. I CALL MY FRIEND, CRAIG LATRONICA (A BIG SHOT AT BIONICRECORDS) AND HE SETS THE WHOLE THING UP. SO, HERE IS A PICTURE OF ME AND PAT TRAVERS BACKSTAGE WITH ABIKERNET SHIRT I GAVE TO MR. TRAVERS, CAUSING HIM TO REPLY “HEY, NICESHIRT, MAN, THANKS.”
THE SHOW WAS GREAT. AS HE STATES TO THE CROWD UPON TAKING THE STAGE, “WE’RE HERE TO KICK YOUR ASS.” WELL, I CAN SAFELY CONFIRM HE DID JUSTTHAT. I LIKE FOLKS THAT KEEP THEIR WORD.
HE DOESN’T WEAR FUCKING LIPSTICK OR CHICK’S CLOTHING AND HE DOESN’T TAKEDRUGS. I SWEAR THE BASTARD HASN’T AGED IN 25 YEARS. PT DOES “NOBULLSHIT” ROCK ‘N’ ROLL. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND CATCHING HIS ACT. I’VE BEEN AFAN SINCE 1977.ON THE WAY HOME FROM THE SHOW, WE WERE ALMOST KILLED. CRAIG WAS DRIVING’CAUSE HE DIDN’T WANT TO DRINK THAT NIGHT. I, HOWEVER, HAD ENOUGH FORBOTH OF US. ANYWAY, WE HAVE PAT ON THE CD AND I’M JUST DAY-DREAMING TOMYSELF “HEY, THAT PT IS ONE COOL FUCKER, HE DIDN’T HAVE TO TAKE THATPICTURE, BUT HELL, I DIDN’T HAVE TO GIVE HIM THAT BIKERNET…” THEN ILOOK UP. WE’RE HEADING TOWARD A RED LIGHT AT 80 MPH! “CRAIG, RED LIGHT,MAN.” NO RESPONSE, HE’S ALSO DAY-DREAMING. “CRAIG! RED-FUCKING-LIGHT!”SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH!
–JON TOWLE
We’ll report on Jon’s condition, or lack thereof, in the near future.–Bandit
WHO’S THE PRESIDENT?–A few days after George W. Bush’s inauguration, a man came up to the Marineon duty at the White House and said, “I’d like to see President Clinton.”
The Marine politely answered, “Sir, Mr. Clinton is no longer president.”
The man said, “Oh, okay,” and walked away.
The next day the Marine was again on duty and the same man approached andagain asked to see President Clinton.
The Marine again answered, “Sir, Mr. Clinton is no longer president.”
Again the man answered, “Oh, okay,” and walked away.
The next day the same man approached the same Marine and again asked to seePresident Clinton. The Marine, a little annoyed by this time, said,
“Sir,I’ve told you, Mr. Clinton is no longer president. Don’t you understandthat?”
“Yes, I do,” said the man “But I just enjoy hearing it.”
ADJUSTABLE SWINGARMS–From: JMC Adjustable Aluminum Swingarms
GN Products of Chatsworth, Calif., has been appointed U.S. distributor of JMC Aluminum Swingarms for Harley-Davidson.
JMC Swingarms are custom made in England out of 7020 hi strength aircraft aluminum. It is the strongest weldable aluminum available.
The swingarms have unique eccentric axle adjusters that allow lowering or raising the ride height of the motorcycle by simply loosening two pinch bolts and rotating the axle.
The savings in un-sprung weight over stock range from 16 to 21 pounds, depending on the model of your bike. Because of this, the ride and road holding characteristics are dramatically improved. You will also gain the equivalent of about 2 horsepower in power to weight ratio.
The swingarms come show polished and are complete with races and bearings. They use stock axle spacers and install without any modification to the bike.
Available for Dyna, FXR, Sportster and ’99 and earlier Softail. Wide tire and lengthened applications are also available.
For more information contact GN Products at:
(818) 773-8509
(818) 625-2709
gnetkin@aol.com
www.hogpro.com
BIG DADDY REPORT–For those of you who knew, or were influenced by “Big Daddy” Ed Roth, aka Rat Fink, you might be interested to know his last editorial was commenting on my Bonneville book at: http://www.driveonline.com/future.html
I was stunned to hear of his untimely death, only a few days after the editor of Drive! sent me his manuscript. He obviously loved the salt, but like many people, never got out to the white dyno enough to suit his needs.
I share this to honor one of the most colorful characters that the high performance industry has had the pleasure to enjoy and thank him — posthumously — for kind words and everlasting, effervescent enthusiasm.
“LandSpeed” Louise Ann Noeth
1928 SHOVELHEAD UPDATEThis puppy is coming right along. Handle bars are in place, tanks are in place, we’re just about ready to go to paint. Watch for an update on the site in the next week.
SIGNS THAT YOU’VE HAD TOO MUCH OF THE 90’s AND 2000–You chat several times a day with a stranger from South Africa, butyou haven’t spoken with your next door neighbor yet this year.
You check the ingredients on a can of chicken noodle soup to see if itcontains echinacea.
You check your blow-dryer to see if it’s Y2K compliant.
Your grandmother clogs up your e-mail inbox asking you to send hera JPEGfile of your newborn so she can create a screen saver.
WE’RE HISTORY–I’m outta here. It’s been a wild week dodging the media, burying myself in writing projects, preparing for Laughlin. The desk we built is now in John Buttera’s hands. The Blue Flame is at Micah McCloskey’s Custom Motorcycles in Canoga Park (818) 348-8967. That means the dicey Knucklehead built by Randy Simpson of Milwaukee Iron is back at the headquarters and Don Whalen returned the ’46 Indian, so there are motorcycles in every corner. Hell, had to take the bars off the Indian to get it in the bedroom. We’re in the market for a couple of shipping containers to expand the garage temporarily. Ya see, it’s my goal to have all the hard working fools at Bikernet on choppers, so we’re in the middle of building NuttBoy a pro street, and, with the assistance of Richard R., a reader, we have a rolling Sportster chassis to begin a chopped Sporty for the mad starving illustrator, Jon Towle.
Next week, we’re rolling into the desert. The babes, the Buell, NuttBoy, the attorney and the mechanic. Should be one helluva weekend, that is, if I finish the articles for the three magazines breathing down my neck. Let’s ride.–Bandit
