Damn,
I forgot the Weekend Round-up and the girls. We are scrambling hard on the Salt Torpedo. I spoke to Billy Lane yesterday about selling my ’39 WLDR flathead 45. We are making rapid progress on our frame and front and rear suspension.
I sent all my books to the Clint Eastwood production company, Malpaso in hopes someone will make a biker film. The industry could use a shot in the arm. And we could all use a good biker flick.
This week, I’m running behind. We work on the Torpedo Monday, Wednesday and Friday in the afternoons. And this Thursday, the JIMS machine team is coming by to check out our progress.
Hang on for the next installment.
QUICK, OPEN THE BANDIT’S CANTINA BAD JOKE LIBRARY–
Knock Knock
Who’s There?
Ben Hur
Ben Hur who?
Ben Hur over and give it to her doggy style!
Knock Knock
Who’s There?
(sexy voice) Who would you like it to be?
Knock Knock
Who’s There?
Bo-Ho
Bo-Ho Who?
Stop crying pussy it’s not the end of the world.
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
“Fuck you said”
“Fuck you said who?”
“Me!”
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Some!
Some who?
Some asshole talking to a knock knock joke.
–from Rogue
Supreme Senior Editor
Bikernet.com™
THE CHIPPEWA SAGA CONTINUES–Hey Bandit,
Remember that superb still photo from the Chippewa propaganda piece?
…well, I was able to search up the photographer on that promo shoot.
Turns out he’s got a massive catalogue of work for outfits from Benz to
Exxon to Aetna to …you name it. Makes perfect sense. And find his
website I did, too! There – and to my amazement – I saw that he offered you
to download X file if you so wished, in order to build a portfolio of his
work, implying that as long as you didn’t utilize any of it for commercial
purposes, it was fine. Amazing.
So I downloaded the file and then I had it
blown up at Kinko’s to a suitable size for a spot (the LAST spot…) in the
garage. …well, actually, I had to resort to kickin’ out Wyatt and Billy
to a less than desirable spot behind the water heater pipe, but the Crucifix
on that ol’ Duoglide was just too important – sorry Peter and Dennis, no
offense meant : )
Anyway, I thought you might get a kick outta’ the process leading up to this
and the finished product, which I will send ya’ some pics of in a separate
email.
Ride Free Forever,
–Andreas
Midnight Express Motorcycle Co.,
San Clemente, California – USA
KEEP THE BANDIT’S CANTINA BAD JOKE LIBRARY WIDE OPEN– After their 11th child, a Kentucky couple decided that was enough, as they could not afford a larger bed. So, the husband went to his veterinarian and told him that he and his cousin didn’t want to have any more children.
The doctor told him that there was a procedure called a vasectomy that could fix the problem but that it was expensive. ‘A less costly alternative,’ said the doctor, ‘is to go home, get a cherry bomb, (fireworks are legal in Kentucky) light it, put it in a beer can, then hold the can up to your ear and count to 10.
The Kentuckian said to the doctor, ‘I may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but I don’t see how putting a cherry bomb in a beer can next to my ear is going to help me. ”Trust me,’ said the doctor.
So, the man went home, lit a cherry bomb and put it in a beer can. He held the can up to his ear and began to count! “1” “2” “3” “4” “5,” at which point he paused, placed the beer can between his legs and continued counting on his other hand.
This procedure also works in Tennessee, Louisiana, Arkansas, Mississippi, Parts of Georgia, Missouri, West Virginia, and all of Washington DC.
–Barry Green
HANG ON FOR MORE MADNESS—Coming this week. We’ve got another tech from Paul Davis, on engraving tools. I’m wading in on my Life and Times story. Another Torpedo story is brewing and I’m working on my Micah story for Cycle Source.
Never dull around the headquarters.
Rider Free Forever,
–Bandit
