18 January 2010, it's Monday and we gots the day off cause it is Dr MLK Jr Day. I am on the boat and the wind is out of the west  blowing about 10 to 15 knots and the sun is shining bright on this cool day. I had trout for dinner cause they was moving slow with the freezing temps that you could just pick them out of the water by hand. They were moving so slow, at the surface to get warm, well, it was like grabing fish in a tub. My Brother Parts and Custom Steve are about to take the Double to Lancing, MI to Hunts Hog Shop now that he snow going away. We'll get that front-end installed and let the machinist Bummer do his thing on the two 114" shovel heads and tune the bike for the next try for 200 mph. Of course I am working out and trying to keep this old body in shape to be able to hold on. Eating my veggies and fruit, not to mention that fresh fish. I got to go the Doctor Wedesday in Tampa for consult on by aches and pains not to mention my Brother Arthur who is constantly with me. I know, cry baby cry, it is real, something that if you live long enough, you gots to deal with... Well pain is a sign of life they say, and I sure feel alive...

31 December 2009, so here we sit like birds in the wilderness and nobody really gives a shit? I don't think so, no I think birds get more pussy than pussy's get birds, as we used to say in merry old where ever. Red  Beard sent the Buell 201 or something front end and rear wheel. They are 17 in three spoke racing wheels and we is gonna need new tyres, the ZR rated kind. Now on the last trip we fell down cause the old adjust-a-glide front end went to wobbling and shucks I fell down. NEW FRONT end and dampners are called for for sure. My leather person wants a ton to fix the old Eric Von Zipper jacket from Brooks in Royal Oaks, MI withe the zippered on Easyrider's leather pants what got tore up and to run the ECTA's Monster Mile, Ya's gots to have armored racing leathers for over 175 mph attemps now and Oliver said he wants me to do The Monster Mile for a shake down run before we go back to the salt. Hard surface and trees at the end of the course, so I got to get break calipers for it now as well. I am six-two, 225 lbs, 32 in inseam 36in waste 17 1/2 neck and 34 in reach, to the wrist, 46 at the chest. Now if you got some old leathers laying around or a extra set you don't use any more let me know. I'll need a new hat to, the SCTA kept my old one to study why I ain't dead. Cool...


4 November 2009 and all is well on the Indian River here in Central Florida. My run to the salt started with a stop in Alabama with the DDMC national. Here is pic of Killer, Fat Dog and me singing our song. We  had a blast  like in the old days. It is hard to believe just how many of the Brothers are still around and it is hard to take how many have made the jump to hyper space and remain in our hearts. Oh yeah, welcome to all the new guys. While in Alabama, I stopped by my Moms house for a visit. She will be 90 years old in December and has double breast cancer and has decided to ride this bout with the big C to the end. She says they have cut on her enough and her life has been good, no regrets to speek of and the meds make her feel good enough to read her books and watch Law and Order on TV. I love my Mom. The next stop was in Illinois where I picked up my Brother Ugly Parts and the hang around Gunner. We loaded my bike in Gunners truck and put Parts son's Buell on the trailer with the Double and Gunners iron head Sportser and headed for the Bonneville salt flats. My first pass was 160 plus and at the end of the disappointingly run, I put my hand on the cylinders and they were barely warm. What the hell? Maybe I was running to high octane gas. So with little chance of having to go to tech on a record run, I decided to just cut the 110 with some 89 street gas so it came out to about a 100 octane or so. We warm her up real good and off I went on the next pass. Oh my God that engine came to life like never before. About the one mile marker she went in to a high speed wobble, I guess that old ajust-a-glide wasn't meant for those kind of speeds, and while slowing down from the fastest I ever went, she through me and went down. There were skid marks on the salt from the front tire for about one hundred yards and roll marks after that of me for three hundred yards and the bike slid almost a quarter mile passed where I came to rest. I watched a drop of blood from my slight case of road rash hit the salt and splatter and felt honored to add my donation with all of the really true great racers of our time to the Great White Dyno. I was given a real racing front end for next year from Red Beard, Mescal, AZ. We will do it again or at least that is the plan. More to come on the trip in a few days, of course I road on out to LA on the Swapmeet Special and back to FL. What a trip that was...