July 10, 2000

BIKERNET NEWS FLASH–BIKERNET HEADQUARTERS ATTACKED BY DEVIL DOLLS MC

Hey,

Short week, short time to Sturgis, life’s bananas. I’d tell you about the 4th of July weekend, but you wouldn’t believe it. I’d tell you about the plans for this weekend, but they’re too hectic, I’d tell you about my bike build for Sturgis, but I’m frustrated, and I’d mention Sin Wu and the dark haired beauty, but then I can’t concentrate. All right I’ll touch each on a couple, er, I mean mention, then we need to get to the news.

The Sturgis project is so fuckin’ close I can taste it, but as the 4th of July rolled around shipments of parts began to dwindle and progress slowed. Giggie from Compu-fire (check the single-fire ignition tech under Custom Chrome) got sick after a quick blast to Dallas and couldn’t make it to the Bikernet Barn to assist with ignition install, wiring and electric starter components. I was dead in the water without the components. That, and a couple of parts from Custom Chrome and the bike would be one carburetor and a paint job from being ridden to the Beach Ride this weekend for its debut. Everything is that close. I’m even hanging on a couple of Joker Machine components. Gimme the parts, a few hours and we’ll hear this puppy scream to life.

There’s nothing in the world like creating a new motorcycle from the ground up. There’s nothing in the world like the touch of a woman or two, and for me the thought of seeing my first copy of Sam “Chopper” Orwell printed will make my day. Damn, let’s get to the news, I’m losing concentration:

DEVIL DOLLS MC ATTACK–Damn, just when the fireworks display diminished in the skies over the L.A. Harbor and the fireworks plans for the bedroom began to unfold there was a large banging going on inside my i-Mac. I checked the fuse, the circuit breaker, the surge protector but nothing would stop the monitor from coming to life. Wicked women flashed across the screen. The corner of the plastic casing drooped and smoked as it melted. The screen sparked as if a cherry bomb was dropped behind the monitor. Suddenly the words, “BANDIT,” flashed across the screen in jagged electric lettering, “WE WANT YOU!” Then the screen went blank. A pile of molten plastic and ashes were all that was left of my perfectly good computer. Could it have been another psycho attack. Had I forgot her birthday? Hell, I don’t know, but you’ve got to check devildolls.com. Just don’t mention my name to GothGirl, the president.

JIMS LAS VEGAS NATIONALS–AHDRA 2000– JIMS is proud to be the title sponsor of the AHDRA 2000 JIMS Las Vegas Nationals, October 19-22. The fun starts on the 19th, with a Rally and Races Kick-Off Party. The jam will be held at Las Vegas Harley-Davidson and includes entertainment, race bike demonstrations, live radio remote, manufacturers and much much more. The Rally and Races Kick Off party starts at 4 p.m. and runs through the night until 10 p.m.

Friday night is the famous JIMS Rolling Bones Party. The bash is held on the strip at the Harley-Davidson Cafe. Saturday the gates open and the motors get rolling. The smell of gas and nitro fill the air and at 10:30 a.m. qualifying starts. Sunday’s the day for the Elimination rounds. The morning starts with the “Hot Rod Bikes Magazine” Drag racing school. Any spectator can attend, and learn the ins and outs of racing. Eliminations begin at 12:30 and won’t quit until the smoke clears. For more information check out the JIMS website at www.jimsusa.com

BIKERNET WEST PAINT–Here ’tis without striping or clear coat. The Harold Pontarelli creation from Vacaville, California. (Check out the tech). And check out Agent Zebra’s competition in the Bikernet Garage.


We’ve run into a dilemma trying to figure out a name for the Blue Bomb, and that just might be it. If you have a notion drop a note to me at bandit@bikernet.com. You might be the winner of some grand prize. Here’s one suggestion:

You could call it..the MASK…as in Zebra emasculator..”to deprive of strength and vigor”.–Train in SLC.

SO, WHAT’S UP WITH MY FICTION?–So what’s up with the fiction I sent you? Was it so bad you decided to use it for toilet paper, or you just haven’t read it yet? Or maybe your just too busy having “lunch” with miss Sin Wu. And that name by the way doesn’t sound Japanese, but Chinese. You should know from your tours of duty in Nam not to fool around with Asian women, it takes all the energy right out of you! I know, my wife was Chinese! But aaahh, they are beautiful indeed, are they not? Chinese, Japanese, Thais, Koreans, Philippines, etc. Give them all to me! That’s it! Keep riding and writing,–Sun

What fiction?

VICTORY MOTORCYCLES HELPS KYLE PETTY CHARITY RIDE RAISE MORE THAN $450,000 FOR CHILDREN’S CHARITIES NASCAR driver Kyle Petty ditched his Harleyand led his sixth cross-country charity ride for children’s hospitals on aVictory Motorcycle, the Cruiser of the Year for two years running. “The Kyle Petty Charity Ride is the corporate charity of record for VictoryMotorcycles,” said Darcy Betlach, marketing manager for Victory. “We werethrilled that Kyle decided to ride the Victory V92C Cruiser this year.Victory is The New American Motorcycle – the perfect choice for the KylePetty Charity Ride Across America.”This is Victory’s second year supporting the Kyle Petty Charity Ride, andthe cause has become an annual event for many members of the new Americanmotorcycle company. Victory auctioned two customized motorcycles this yearto benefit the ride at the end of the cross-country trip. The more than$450,000 raised this year will be distributed to five major children’scharities designated by the Kyle Petty Charity Ride.


For more information on Victory Motorcycles, call 1-800-765-2747 for adealer locator or visit the Victory Web site at www.victory-usa.com.

AN ACCIDENT REPORT WHICH WAS PRINTED IN THE NEWSLETTER OF THE BRITISH EQUIVALENT OF THE WORKERS’ COMPENSATION BOARD– I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I wasworking alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When Icompleted my work, I found I had some bricks left over which, whenweighed later were found to be slightly in excess of 500lbs. Ratherthan carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in abarrel by using a pulley, which was attached to the side of thebuilding at the sixth floor.

Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung thebarrel out and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went down and untiedthe rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow descent of the bricks.You will note in block #11 of the accident report form that my weightis 135 lbs. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground sosuddenly; I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope.

Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of thebuilding. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel whichwas now proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed. Thisexplains the fractured skull, minor abrasions and the brokencollarbone, as listed in Section 3 of the accident report form.

Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping untilthe fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley.Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and wasable to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of theexcruciating pain I was now beginning to experience.

At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit theground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of theweight of the bricks, that barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs. Irefer you again to my weight. As you might imagine, I began a rapiddescent, down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the thirdfloor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fracturedankles, broken tooth and severe lacerations of my legs and lower body.

Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrelseemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into thepile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked. I amsorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence ofmind and let go of the rope and I lay there watching the empty barrelbegin its journey back onto me. This explains the two broken legs. –Clive R Gould

Thanks Louise–Bandit

JIM MCCLURE RUNNER UP AT COLUMBUS WITH TOP MPH–Jim McClure, Williamsburg, Va. didn’t want the ADBA Columbus, Oh. race to end the way it did, but he did go home with the Top MPH award at 211 and runner up.This was a great way to prepare for next weekend’s, IHRA Screamin’ Eagle Nitro Harley competition in Liecester, NY.

Unfortunately, McClure had problem in staging and could not make the call for the final round against Bill Furr, Orangeburg, SC. However, the runner up position was good enough to move McClure substantially up in ADBA Top Fuel points challenge.

July 14-16 IHRA Liecester, NY

July 22-23 ADBA Atlanta, Ga.

July 28 Personal Appearance Apehangers Bar & Grill 5:30-8:30 Budds Creek, Md.

July 29-30 AHDRA Budds Creek, Md.

McClure is supported on his national tour by Rivera Engineering, Primo Products, Red Line Synthetic Oil, ACCEL, Hampton Roads H-D, Southside H-D, F & S H-D, S & S Cycle, Inc., Performance Machine, Axtell, Autolite & Vanson Leathers www.jimmcclureracing.com

BEACH RIDE THIS WEEKEND, BE THERE– Hey, if you live in SoCal and want to party out of the blazing sun on Sunday, come to the Beach Ride, a charity ride to benefit Children. See top notch bands, bikini contests and custom bikes judged by myself. Check with any local dealership for the ride to Ventura. Don’t miss it. Be there, Be there.

PARENTING LESSONS– One day a mother was cleaning her son’s room, and in the closet she found a S & M magazine. Unsure of how to confront her son, she hid the magazine until his father got home. She showed her husband what she had found while she was cleaning. He looked at the S & M magazine and handed it back to her without a word. She finally asked him, “Well, what should we do about this?”

He looked back at her hesitantly and said, “Well, I don’t think you should spank him.”

BEER ALERT–Yesterday, a scientist for Health Canada suggested that,considering the results of a recent analysis that revealedthe presence of female hormones in beer, men shouldtake a look at their beer consumption. The theory is thatdrinking beer makes men turn into women.

To test thetheory, 100 men were fed 6 pints of beer each within aone hour period. It was then observed that 100% of themen gained weight, talked excessively without makingsense, became overly emotional, couldn’t drive, failedto think rationally, argued over nothing, and refused toapologize when wrong. No further testing is planned!–Mr. Breeze

ABATE OF VIRGINIA FREEDOM FIGHT UPDATE–ABATE of Virginia is now in the midst of a full on fight to repeal themandatory helmetlaw with the introduction and passage of a bill in the 2001 Virginia GeneralAssemblybeginning January of 2001. Sponsors are in place and Governor Jim Gilmorehas stated hewill sign the bill if it reaches his desk.

Getting the bill out ofcommittee has been thebiggest obstacle in the past and will be the most difficult task this comingsession. It isbelieved from past attempts that there is adequate support for passage fromthe memberson the floor of both houses of the General Assembly.

In February a helmet law reform committee was established to mobilize thetroops in theABATE chapters. A petition drive was launched just over a month later andsignaturesare pouring in from around the State. The Virginia Coalition ofMotorcyclists and NCOMhave both pledged to support the bill. The membership is fully mobilized,preparing towork with legislators in each district to make sure they have the true factsconcerninghelmet use, not just the medical and insurance lobby facts. Support existsfrom the leadingorganization of law enforcement bikers, the Blue KnightsWE NEED YOUR SUPPORT! If you live in Virginia, want to see the repeal ofthemandatory helmet law as happened June 18 in Florida, then join ABATE ofVIRGINIA.See the official website at www.abateofva.org or write Annie Mundyanniem@erols.com

If you live elsewhere and wish to help in this fight, PLEASE LEND YOURFINANCIALSUPPORT by sending a check to:ABATE of VIRGINIA Please note “helmet reform committee” in the memosection of your check.

C/O Dave Sutton

794 Sunnymeade Rd.

Rustburg, VA 24588

CONTEST WINNERS AND MO’ CONTESTS– Yep, here’s another couple of winners. I asked for shots of bikes a couple of weeks ago, then when I ask for something outrageous, I get bikes. What the hell, check Carlos’s putt. Some scooter, but it’ll take him a month to get to Sturgis from Wyoming. And then there’s Glen’s bike. I’m running it, cause this guy is sending me shots of his dog, his ol’ lady on the hood of his short, shots of him working out–it’s gettin’ strange, so I thought I better act fast and run his bike. Each winner will receiver a gift from Custom Chrome and an autographed copy of Outlaw Justice.


This week the contest is to name my metallic blue rigid built for Sturgis 2000. It’s a 98-inch blue metalflake chopper to the bone. Maybe Boney Blue. Hell, I don’t know, but the winner of this contest will receive a valuable prize from JIMS machine. Send your creations bandit@bikernet.com.

IN OTHER NEWS–CHOP-OFF 2000 IN FULL SWING– Thunder Cycle Design dives into the Bikernet Sturgis 2000 Chop–Off. Eddie Trotta, grand wrench wiz, who has a shop overflowing with you-gotta-be-shittin’-me masterpiece choppers has taken on the final tweaks and perfections. Bikernet West is officially fucked with this monster of metal on board. Eddie took one look at the machine and said, “Oh yeah, I can see a few things I’ll change already.” Then the entire shop burst out laughing and the motorcycle disappeared in a storm of sparking metal and blowtorch flames as the crew dove on the hapless scoot.

God only knows what it will look like when Eddie is done, but one thing is for sure, it will look, oh so good. Can’t wait to see the tweaks and pokes. Break-in is underway as well, with one mile runs between spot checks with the tape measures and wrenches. When Eddie asked what the overall goal with the chopper was, I told him, “To kick Bandit’s ass.” Eddie grinned and fondly caressed his slide ruler. Burn, baby, burn.–Special Agent Zebra

ACTUAL CLASSIFIEDS–

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FREE YORKSHIRE TERRIER.

8 YEARS OLD. HATEFUL LITTLE DOG.

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FREE PUPPIES:

1/2 COCKER SPANIEL –

1/2 SNEAKY NEIGHBOR’S DOG

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FREE PUPPIES…PART GERMAN SHEPHERD

– PART STUPID DOG

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GERMAN SHEPHERD 85 lbs.

NEUTERED. SPEAKS GERMAN. FREE.

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FOUND: DIRTY WHITE DOG.

LOOKS LIKE A RAT…

BEEN OUT AWHILE..

BETTER BE REWARD.

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IT NEVER DAWNED ON ME THAT THIS IS YOUR SITE– I hope everything is going great for you and that your getting a well deserved rest. My cousin and I are riding to Sturgis from Chicago this year, my first time.

You autographed a copy of “Outlaw Justice” for me some time ago, it does not get lent out. Did you ever finish “Sam Chopper Orwell?” If so, I need it. –Pete

Orwell will be in print in August. I’m as anxious as you are.

WENT FOR A RIDE THIS MORNING– at 7:00 A.M. and I was not wearing a Helmet.There were groups scheduled to go for helmetless rides all over the state at 12:01 last night.There have been no reports of any problems so far.

Florida has repealed the Mandatory Helmet Law for motorcyclist over 21 years of age if they have $10,000 of medical insurance. In most cases that covers any one who has insurance from their job or a H.M.O.There has been releases from the government, state police, city police etc. Every one got a statement.

We will wait to see what happens. I saw Highway Patrol, Palm Bay and Melbourne Police and they saw me. They did not stop or harass me. I did not come into contact with Brevard County Sheriff’s Dept.

Abate of Brevard County sent out a e-mail this morning saying the Sheriffs Dept. was going to find reasons to stop bikers without helmets. It also said it was going to stop people wearing non -D.O.T. helmets. Supposedly there was also some kind of law passed about that .

It is going to be interesting and I will keep you informed as best I can.–Rogue on watch in Florida.

WHEN WILL I FUCKIN’ GROW UP– Niles Orgille thought as he woke up and looked at the sleeping young nubile woman beside him in bed. She said her name was Amber and his eyes followed the contour of her firm young body, her auburn hair covered the pillow as a frame for her Hellenic face. Her long neck led to a sensuous collar bone and the two glorious breasts exhibiting the firmness of youth. The slow undulation of her rib cage and flat tummy led to the a tuft of pubic hair partially hidden by a glorious thigh spread at a 45 degree angle to it’s twin. “For Christ’s sake,” Niles thought, “this could be my freaking grand daughter, what the hell am I doing here?” Niles slipped out of the bed, threw on his clothes, walked out the door of the apartment and after an extended search, located his bike and headed on down the road.

Considering he was just outside of Taos and had to be in Albuquerque by 2:00 for his granddaughter’s graduation he needed to employee the full throttle approach that he enjoyed so much and here was the perfect excuse. The Confederate Hellcat that he had recently bought was up to the task at hand, with it’s merc power plant delivering some 120 HP to the rear wheel. Highway 68 from Taos to Santa Fe was Aspen and pine, cool and refreshing, Highway 25 from Santa Fe to Albuquerque was the New Magico desert landscape that Niles loved. As the man, the machine, the road and the landscape blended into one another Niles came to terms with his life. Five wives, three children, four grandchildren and he was still looking for more. Most people his age had settled into quiet lives enjoying a surrogate lifestyle dependent on their children and grand children. Niles could not be satisfied with this, he needed the blood, sweat and tears of an active life, a life of actualization not recollection.

He was the stallion in a heard of wild horses and it was command or death for him. Niles slammed on the brakes at Bernalillo, pulled into a bar, had a shot of JD, a Miller draft and headed back to Taos and Amber, that was his life, his destiny, anything less would be denying the will of whatever gods oversaw the world. Niles had finally grown up and recognized who he was and what his life was intended to be. -Carlos

NEWS BULLETIN–In Pharmacology, all drugs have a generic name, i.e.: Tylenol is Acetaminophen, Advil is Ibuprofen and so on. The FDA has been looking for a generic name for Viagra, and announced today that they have settled onMycoxafailin.

Also considered were: Mycoxafloppin, Mydixadrupin, and Mydixarizin.

MY FATBOY CAME IN EARLY–my Fatboy came in early and once the sun goes down, I’m on it. Breaking it in is a bitch, I’m dying to open it up. I also want to say thanks again, cause of you and that conversation we had a year ago, I’m a proud owner of a H-D. I’m no rich urban dude but have managed to scrape, save and beg my way into it. I’m not sure if I could throw my self down on the floor, the wife wouldn’t put up with that shit. So as promised, I’ll be sending a pic soon of the wifey after buying some shit for her so she can ride….damn I was hoping to buy other shit. hmmmm maybe the floor routine has some possibilities, eh. ha hah.

On another note: Saw your pic in the Thunder Press, you look like you should star in the movie. Put that Sin girl in too. Well when I get the chance I’ll send in my donation and buy a bed roll. Thats bad, you know still need some fucking leather riding boots. This bike was supposed to be in August/Sept.

Man I felt like a virgin again but twice around the parking lot and bamm, I was gone. Fucking grin from ear to ear.

LMRA IS HAVING ITS FIRST ANNUAL FREEDOM RALLY TO CELEBRATE LIBERATION FROM THE MANDATORY HELMET LAW. WE ARE HOPING THAT THIS EVENT IS A SUCCESS SO THAT WE CAN MAKE A STATEMENT IN SUPPORT OF KEEPING OUR FREEDOM. OUR OPPOSITION HAS ALREADY SURFACED ONLY 10 MONTHS AFTER REPEAL. IT HAPPENS TO BE OUR OWN STATE AGENCY, THE LA. HIGHWAY SAFETY COMMISSION. NATURALLY WE HAVE OUR WORK CUT OUT SINCE THE DEATH RATE IN LA. HAS DOUBLED AND OUR OPPONENTS ARE QUICK TO DISTORT THE FACTS. PLEASE VISIT OUR SITE AT WWW.LMRA.NET AND COME TO THE RALLY. FREEDOM IS NOT ALWAYS FREE AND WE MUST CONTINUE TO PROTECT IT. –THANKS, ANGELO, PRES., LMRA.

FREEDOM– It’s the first of July 3 days to independance? Do we celebrate as free People or do we let big brother rule our world? As for me and mine We would rather DIE free than Live in a world that is ruled by the rich and where brothers and sisters have no rights or freedom of choice may be about time for us to have some fun and live free! F.S.F.F.F.S May The Choice Of How We Live And How We Die We Don’t Have A Lot Of Choices Left Let’s Hope We can Keep Some RIDE HARD RIDE FREE LIVE FOREVER IF NOT IN LIFE IN THE MIND’S OF THOSE THAT LIVE ON Paul W. Davis Don’t Forget The W. It’s 1 Third Of My Whole Name LET’S Ride

HIS FIRST SCAN– This is Oz’s first scan with his new Epson scanner. It’s the helmet painted to match the Dicey Knucklehead featured in our feature department. Our first feature covers a bunch of my rides over the years. Check it out and if you want your bike featured let me know. It’s not completely impossible. We’ll be looking for something different in the bikes we highlight. A wild story, some treacherous history or mechanical maladies that make your machine a standout. Send samples to Oz@bikernet.com.



AH, STRANGE BUT TRUE– In Chinese, the KFC slogan “finger lickin’ good” comes out as “eat your fingers off.”

A cockroach can live for 10 days without a head.

European women didn’t wear underwear until the 1900’s.

More than 50% of the world have never made or received a phone call.

We shed 40 pounds of skin in a life time.

We drool more than 3 pints a day.

Yo-yos were once used as weapons in the Philippines.

YOUR SITE– keeps getting better and better. I find myself eager every week to read your news. Agent Zebra lives in my section of the planet. Should he ever need a break from the concrete jungle of Miami, he’s welcome to give me a jingle and ride up. We are in the woods, not far from the beaches and even closer to the highway. There’s always good food, great people and interesting motorcycle blurbs. I know it’s not the glamour and burning white hot lights of the big city, but it’s all I got for now. Remember me when that new book gets done, you promised me a signed copy. Can you see my lower lip waaaay out there? You are still a big thick inspiration, pretty man. So glad you came into my life….

STURGIS PROJECT–Recently declassified NASA documents reveal that in the early 70’s a project was initiated to try and recapture America’s interest in the space program. After Neil Armstrong had made his historic walk on the surface of the moon subsequent NASA missions became more and more rote in the eyes of the American public. This loss of interest in the American public was seriously affecting NASA’s ability to secure funding for future missions and projects. A series of top secret meetings involving four of NASA’s senior leadership team were held. A variety of projects to recapture the interest of the American public were reviewed and three were initiated. The most far reaching and interesting of these projects was code named Sturgis.

One of the leadership team’s perceptions was that the clean cut image of the astronaut corps was not in line with the current mood of America and that the fascination with space technology had been replaced with more earthy interests. NASA would need to reshape the imagine of the astronaut and somehow bridge space technology to something the American public found exciting and could relate to. Several options were considered but one stood head and shoulders above the rest, the American fascination with the motorcycle and biker lifestyle.

The motorcycle had become a symbol for freedom, independence and the spirit of exploration through books, movies and a fierce advertising campaign initiated by AMF to save Harley-Davidson from extinction. The wild and violent perception of the biker had been tempered by AMF’s campaign and the motorcycle rider had become an acceptable and even revered part of the American tradition. The NASA leadership team decided that tapping the image of the motorcycle and biker could be the key to re-igniting interest in the space program.

Benny Profane, a lackluster astronaut with a history of raising hell was assigned as project leader, he was given four engineers and a NASA PR guy named Pirate Prentice to set Project Sturgis in motion. Benny was not initially too pleased with the assignment, he wanted to walk on the fucking moon, not ride around on a scooter impersonating Peter Fonda. A few FBI films of biker ‘love ins’ and some interviews with some horny biker babes convinced Benny that this might not be such a bad assignment after all. Too maintain secrecy the project was headquartered in a small beach community in San Pedro, close to the Rockwell plant in Norwalk. This would keep the team out of the Houston area and eyes of the press but also provide them access to Rockwell’s significant technological resources. The engineers were given a new Harley-Davidson FLT and a library of custom bike pictures to use as a basis for there design. The objective was to create a bike using NASA’s latest technology and integrate this technology into a form consistent with the current notion of a “fine fuckin’ ride.” Pirate’s task of gaining and understanding the biker lifestyle and somehow melding that into the astronaut Benny Profane would prove to be a much more difficult task. To be continued -Carlos

AND NOW FOR OUR GRUELING QUESTION AND ANSWER PERIOD– Q. What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying? A. The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving.

Q. What is the biggest problem for an atheist? A. No one to talk to during orgasm.

Q. What do you call a smart blonde? A. A golden retriever.

Q. Why does the bride always wear white? A. Because it’s good for the dishwasher to match the stove and refrigerator.

Q. Why do men snore when they lay on their backs? A. Because their testicles fall over their asshole and they vapor-lock.

STATEMENT OF THE WEEK–33 days till Sturgis..”The one week out of the year that makes the other 51 worth living..”–TRAIN

SALT FLAT NEWS UPDATE–A recent AP news wire report out of Carson City, Nevada stated FormerWorld Land Speed Record Holder Craig Breedlove was “seeking BLMapproval” for a special recreation permit at Nevada’s Black RockDesert in 2001.

Officials confirmed that 63 year-old Breedlove has not yet filed anapplication for the permit, nor has the BLM received any e-mail, phonecall, or fax from Mr. Breedlove indicating his intentions. “We do notrespond to or consider newspaper articles as an application.”As far as special recreation permits are concerned, the BLM will needto get Breedlove’s application first, which initiates the permitprocess.That process includes a variety of permit requirements that must bereviewed and settled, and the physical site must be investigatedbefore any approval might be given for land speed trials on the BlackRock Desert.

The official also noted in closing, “Before going to media, he issupposed to apply for the permit!.”

Breedlove also continues to insist that he was the first to 400mph onland, but it is well-documented, historical fact that Englishman JohnCobb was the first person to travel in excess of 400 mph on land backin 1947, when he tripped the clocks at 403mph during one of his WorldRecord runs. World Records are determined by the average of two runsmade back-to-back within a one-hour period of time.

Further, American hot rodder Mickey Thompson also beat Breedlove to400mph in 1960 with a 406 mph run. Both Cobb and Thompson’s vehicleswere powered by conventional internal combustion engines. Breedlovecan, however, claim that he was the first to set a World Land SpeedRecord in excess of 400mph, but he was the third man to travel at thatspeed.

“It is unfortunate that Mr. Breedlove continues to make this claim,”said “LandSpeed Louise Ann Noeth, author of the recently publishedBonneville Salt Flats, a 102-year history book on land speed racing,”I have repeatedly appealed to him and his public relations people toset the record straight. To continue to make such false claims is adishonor to both John Cobb and Mickey Thompson, who reached thosespeeds in the face of great personal peril. It might make snazzy PRcopy to say he was first, but it is not the truth.”

FUCKIN’ A, MAN, THIS IS THE PLACE– Just stumbled in a few weeks ago and already look forward to that damned news of yours. Finest fucking biker place on the computer I have seen yet. Your shit cracks me up man, that T and A intro, some real news, little stories that rip my ass or say right on brother and those little you’ve got your head up your ass battles. Keep throwin’ the shit at the fan brother that’s what makes the fucking world go round. Ride on brother, RC

KENTUCKY FLASH–As of July 15th the sticker & insurance requirements of the law will be gone thanks “exclusively” to the efforts, hard work, & unity of the Kentucky Motorcycle Assoc. {SMRO}, & the riders in Ky who cared enough to stand up together for their rights. The AMA had no part in it, and has only tried to kill our efforts since ’98. They made one unsolicited jester in the 2000 session that we spent a 1/2 day fixing, because they never contacted the KMA/KBA to see what course of action we were taking. For further info, feel free to contact the state office @ 1-800-68 CYCLE. Also you may want to read the article in the motorcycle trade mag. called “Thunder Press” July 2000 issue pp. 33. Thanks, RIDE FREE, Ken ” Kenbo ” Moore. ”

I’M OUTTA HERE– Next week we’ll display our billboard which will shine on two locations in Rapid City this year. But the key to any successful Badlands romp will be completing and riding the Blue Bomb into South Dakota in one piece with my brothers as my side and not pushing me, either. It’s a rigid and my partners think I’m nuts, but what the hell. I love choppers and this one should be tight and with my bony ass strapped to a sprung seat I’ll haul ass for a 100 miles a day, then rest by a pub, stretch out and have a margarita in the sun.Bikernet News

I’ll ponder the sun drifting off the molten asphalt, the miles ahead and the dark haired beauty I left behind. Will her and the oriental chick meet while I’m away? Will there be trouble in paradise? Will my Wyoming gal be waiting for me, will the tease from Texas chase me down? Will I have enough coin for another Margarita and a tank of gas? Ah, the questions of the road. Just got to get out there to find the answers. Ride forever, Bandit.

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