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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Donnie Smith Show
The Donnie Smith Motorcycle Show, a staple in the Upper Midwest, is held in St. Paul every March and gives winter-weary bikers the chance to see what’s new, what’s now vintage, and what hasn’t changed. It’s also a chance to reconnect with old friends and make a few new ones.
The dates coincide with what I’d call the Hamsters’ early season get-together.
Dave invited me to St. Paul and I jumped at the chance. He recommended staying at the St. Paul Hotel, a beautiful old structure near the St. Paul RiverCentre where the show was being held.
My cabbie was from Ethiopia (I always ask) and was the leader of his Lutheran Church. We talked about my and Streets’ sons serving in the Army and that they were all deployed last year, but now back, safe. He let out a few “Halleluiah’s” and raised both hands. Given that he was driving at the time, I was going to ask him to hold onto the wheel, but we were driving straight and he was well intentioned, so I thanked him.
Check-in was a snap and I met up with Dave and we went across the park in front of the hotel to a very nice building…I think it was previously a private club…to the Hamsters’ Dinner. Great people, great food, a few laughs and a birthday cake for Donnie.
The next morning, I went for a walk in downtown St. Paul. I hadn’t been there for a while and forgot how many buildings are connected by skyways so you don’t have to go outside during the winter. Really makes commerce easy when the snow flies and the temperatures are below zero.
The show was packed. The upstairs area was lined with vendors and the huge show area was split into the regular show and the swap meet. I spent a bit of time at the swap meet, but really didn’t know what I was looking for. I saw a lot of take-off parts and couldn’t think of anything else I needed.
As usual, Dave was swamped as soon as he arrived. The local FOX affiliate interviewed Donnie and him. I spent time looking for styles I liked that would be incorporated into my ‘50s chopper Dave’s building. I gave up on copper pieces…they just look too “new”, and liked brass much more. I’ll go with a 7” headlight, reminiscent of the headlight on my and Steets’ father’s ‘37 BSA, which Dave is restoring. A “king and queen” seat is out, too…lacking the appropriate amount of posterior support (does this seat make my butt look big???).
There were tons of great bikes there…including many as part of a completion for high schoolers. Donnie was there to hand out the prizes.
I met Bob “Rocket Bob” Gullickson (www.rocketbob.net) , a paraplegic, who will be trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records on September 5, 2010 at the Brainerd International Raceway by having the fastest wheel chair. I think it has some sort of jet/rocket engine on it. Fuel is $100/gal so he was selling memorabilia and raising funds. I got a t-shirt and helped with the fuel.
I saw two bikes, one are rad prostreet and the other a Road Glide with..I think....a 31” front wheel. They looked cool, but I wondered about the handling characteristics. I think the sensation with a 31” front is like riding a gyroscope, although I’ll confess to having never actually ridden a gyroscope.
Later Saturday, we went to Don Nolan’s Acme Tattoo (www.acmetattoo.com) and hung out with, Nolan, T, Beth, Gabe and Margo. It’s a really cool shop and they are great people. Kory Dave and Ted got some work done. I got a chance to look at the bikes Dave built for Nolan over the years as well as a ton of motorcycle and tattoo memorabilia I think I know what I want my first piece to be, so, at the risk of being viewed as a dilettante, I’ll probably stop on my way out to Sturgis in August to have it done.
It was Nolan’s birthday, too, so we all went out to celebrate and I was treated to a great dinner.
Another great day with really great people.
Sunday was a quiet day as we had a leisurely breakfast and made our way over to the show. I had an early flight out (heading to Chicago for a meeting), so I bought a cool commemorative shirt, (a steal at $7!), said goodbye and headed back to the hotel for my bag.
My cabbie was again from Ethiopia, and got me to the airport in plenty of time.
So, a great way to spend a weekend and a welcome break from the winter doldrums.
Thug
The dates coincide with what I’d call the Hamsters’ early season get-together.
Dave invited me to St. Paul and I jumped at the chance. He recommended staying at the St. Paul Hotel, a beautiful old structure near the St. Paul RiverCentre where the show was being held.
My cabbie was from Ethiopia (I always ask) and was the leader of his Lutheran Church. We talked about my and Streets’ sons serving in the Army and that they were all deployed last year, but now back, safe. He let out a few “Halleluiah’s” and raised both hands. Given that he was driving at the time, I was going to ask him to hold onto the wheel, but we were driving straight and he was well intentioned, so I thanked him.
Check-in was a snap and I met up with Dave and we went across the park in front of the hotel to a very nice building…I think it was previously a private club…to the Hamsters’ Dinner. Great people, great food, a few laughs and a birthday cake for Donnie.
The next morning, I went for a walk in downtown St. Paul. I hadn’t been there for a while and forgot how many buildings are connected by skyways so you don’t have to go outside during the winter. Really makes commerce easy when the snow flies and the temperatures are below zero.
The show was packed. The upstairs area was lined with vendors and the huge show area was split into the regular show and the swap meet. I spent a bit of time at the swap meet, but really didn’t know what I was looking for. I saw a lot of take-off parts and couldn’t think of anything else I needed.
As usual, Dave was swamped as soon as he arrived. The local FOX affiliate interviewed Donnie and him. I spent time looking for styles I liked that would be incorporated into my ‘50s chopper Dave’s building. I gave up on copper pieces…they just look too “new”, and liked brass much more. I’ll go with a 7” headlight, reminiscent of the headlight on my and Steets’ father’s ‘37 BSA, which Dave is restoring. A “king and queen” seat is out, too…lacking the appropriate amount of posterior support (does this seat make my butt look big???).
There were tons of great bikes there…including many as part of a completion for high schoolers. Donnie was there to hand out the prizes.
I met Bob “Rocket Bob” Gullickson (www.rocketbob.net) , a paraplegic, who will be trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records on September 5, 2010 at the Brainerd International Raceway by having the fastest wheel chair. I think it has some sort of jet/rocket engine on it. Fuel is $100/gal so he was selling memorabilia and raising funds. I got a t-shirt and helped with the fuel.
I saw two bikes, one are rad prostreet and the other a Road Glide with..I think....a 31” front wheel. They looked cool, but I wondered about the handling characteristics. I think the sensation with a 31” front is like riding a gyroscope, although I’ll confess to having never actually ridden a gyroscope.
Later Saturday, we went to Don Nolan’s Acme Tattoo (www.acmetattoo.com) and hung out with, Nolan, T, Beth, Gabe and Margo. It’s a really cool shop and they are great people. Kory Dave and Ted got some work done. I got a chance to look at the bikes Dave built for Nolan over the years as well as a ton of motorcycle and tattoo memorabilia I think I know what I want my first piece to be, so, at the risk of being viewed as a dilettante, I’ll probably stop on my way out to Sturgis in August to have it done.
It was Nolan’s birthday, too, so we all went out to celebrate and I was treated to a great dinner.
Another great day with really great people.
Sunday was a quiet day as we had a leisurely breakfast and made our way over to the show. I had an early flight out (heading to Chicago for a meeting), so I bought a cool commemorative shirt, (a steal at $7!), said goodbye and headed back to the hotel for my bag.
My cabbie was again from Ethiopia, and got me to the airport in plenty of time.
So, a great way to spend a weekend and a welcome break from the winter doldrums.
Thug
Monday, December 28, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Customer Service
By Thug Robinson
Great customer service from Dakota Digital:
Earlier this year, the "Baggah", a 2008 HD Road Glide, got a Perewitz "face lift".We added a full set of Dakota Digital blue gauges that replaced the HD stockers.
Very cool. Stock sucks...or at least could benefit from an alternative.
Anyway...in Sturgis, the oil temperature gauge lost an "element" which makes a digital gauge (for example an 8 looks like a 6) hard to determine the proper reading.
Bummed, I got the bike back and took it to FL. I decided to call Digital, worried that the time elapsed would negate any warranty. Plus, I don't like any parts of my bikes not perfect (obsessive that way, I guess).
Anyway, I called Digital and they sent a replacement straight away. They wanted the offending gauge returned and sent a UPS return label. I replaced the defective unit and send it back. My cost: my time replacing the gauge.
It was very cool that they did not want "proof" that my gauge wasn't working before they sent a replacement.
The "Baggah" is perfect again to make its appearance at Bike Week, 2010.Kudos to Dakota Digital!
Thug
Great customer service from Dakota Digital:
Earlier this year, the "Baggah", a 2008 HD Road Glide, got a Perewitz "face lift".We added a full set of Dakota Digital blue gauges that replaced the HD stockers.
Very cool. Stock sucks...or at least could benefit from an alternative.
Anyway...in Sturgis, the oil temperature gauge lost an "element" which makes a digital gauge (for example an 8 looks like a 6) hard to determine the proper reading.
Bummed, I got the bike back and took it to FL. I decided to call Digital, worried that the time elapsed would negate any warranty. Plus, I don't like any parts of my bikes not perfect (obsessive that way, I guess).
Anyway, I called Digital and they sent a replacement straight away. They wanted the offending gauge returned and sent a UPS return label. I replaced the defective unit and send it back. My cost: my time replacing the gauge.
It was very cool that they did not want "proof" that my gauge wasn't working before they sent a replacement.
The "Baggah" is perfect again to make its appearance at Bike Week, 2010.Kudos to Dakota Digital!
Thug
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Da Pope's Bagger
Alan Pope, from Thug & Streets crew sent me an email that he won 1st place at a local Harley Dealers bike show! So Congrats!!
Jody:
I entered my bagger in a Bike show at my Harley Dealer here in Atlanta yesterday, Killer Creek, and it won 1st place "Custom Harley". Picture attached, please let Dave know.
Hope all is well and that I see ya'll soon.
I entered my bagger in a Bike show at my Harley Dealer here in Atlanta yesterday, Killer Creek, and it won 1st place "Custom Harley". Picture attached, please let Dave know.
Hope all is well and that I see ya'll soon.
Alan Pope
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Thug on his way!
Check out the video Joe took on the way to Sturgis when him and Kory met Thug in a remote area of South Dakota, wait a minute remote defines the whole state...
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Thug's Last Day of his adventure
Day last August 8
Never again.probably.
As I was heading East, the radar showed that so was the rain. I got up, found out that my boots, having spent the night on the heater, were still wet. However, I now have new rain pants, so how bad could it really be? I figured Id be out of rain by Toledo, tops.
I picked through a continental breakfast being offered by the Days Inn that I stopped at (the price of the room was back to normal), packed up, and headed out. I followed my GPS, that had miraculously survived yesterdays rain. Not quite awake, I guess, I headed West. A few miles of dizzying turns later, I was back on track.
Riding in the rain saps your energy. There is no time to sightsee, as you must focus on the environment you are in. The wind was directly from the South, pushing me all over the place, as the road was almost straight East. Most of the road surface was concrete and water was collecting where tires had worn it down. Between the grooves was oily, so I didnt have too much choice on where to ride.
It was still raining by Toledo, so I adjusted my estimate that the rain would end by Cleveland. Then Erie. The Buffalo. By the time I approached Rochester, Id concluded that it would rain the whole way. But thena very odd thing happened-it stopped raining. After 20+ hours of rain drumming on my helmet, it got quiet..for the last hour and a half home.
Only two cool cars passed me on the way home: A Maserati somewhere in SD, and a new BMW M3 near Rochester.
The bike ran flawlessly for the whole trip. My model year was susceptible to rear drive failures, but no problem. According to the GPS, I rode about 4000 miles total, hitting a top speed once of 97 mph (I don't recall when that happened).
Some concluding thoughts: racking up interstate miles is really boring. I think Ill fly to Sturgis until I have time to take local roads and really see the country. The few times I stopped in little towns to eat, I found myself wanting to spend more time, but I was always in a hurry. My life won't be complete until I tour the Spam Museum in Minnesota, so there is at least one more trip in my future. Also, waterproof must mean different things to different people. I probably should have sprayed my boots with silicone and treated my FrogTogs, but I didnt think to. Finally, two wheels almost always beats 4 wheels, long trip or short trip.
Well, I hope youve enjoyed my reports. See you down the road.
Thug
Never again.probably.
As I was heading East, the radar showed that so was the rain. I got up, found out that my boots, having spent the night on the heater, were still wet. However, I now have new rain pants, so how bad could it really be? I figured Id be out of rain by Toledo, tops.
I picked through a continental breakfast being offered by the Days Inn that I stopped at (the price of the room was back to normal), packed up, and headed out. I followed my GPS, that had miraculously survived yesterdays rain. Not quite awake, I guess, I headed West. A few miles of dizzying turns later, I was back on track.
Riding in the rain saps your energy. There is no time to sightsee, as you must focus on the environment you are in. The wind was directly from the South, pushing me all over the place, as the road was almost straight East. Most of the road surface was concrete and water was collecting where tires had worn it down. Between the grooves was oily, so I didnt have too much choice on where to ride.
It was still raining by Toledo, so I adjusted my estimate that the rain would end by Cleveland. Then Erie. The Buffalo. By the time I approached Rochester, Id concluded that it would rain the whole way. But thena very odd thing happened-it stopped raining. After 20+ hours of rain drumming on my helmet, it got quiet..for the last hour and a half home.
Only two cool cars passed me on the way home: A Maserati somewhere in SD, and a new BMW M3 near Rochester.
The bike ran flawlessly for the whole trip. My model year was susceptible to rear drive failures, but no problem. According to the GPS, I rode about 4000 miles total, hitting a top speed once of 97 mph (I don't recall when that happened).
Some concluding thoughts: racking up interstate miles is really boring. I think Ill fly to Sturgis until I have time to take local roads and really see the country. The few times I stopped in little towns to eat, I found myself wanting to spend more time, but I was always in a hurry. My life won't be complete until I tour the Spam Museum in Minnesota, so there is at least one more trip in my future. Also, waterproof must mean different things to different people. I probably should have sprayed my boots with silicone and treated my FrogTogs, but I didnt think to. Finally, two wheels almost always beats 4 wheels, long trip or short trip.
Well, I hope youve enjoyed my reports. See you down the road.
Thug
Monday, August 10, 2009
Thug Day 8
Day 8 August 5th
I, your intrepid reporter, went along with a camera and a new appreciation for what it takes to take good shots. Pictures I mean
An observation: almost all of the Johnny-come-lately bike builders are history. The rigs with _____________ _____________ Choppers are all gone. I suspect that even the established ones are hurting to some degree. Labor and parts continue to escalate in cost, yet the number of people with the financial means continue to shrink. It's really tight right now and I don't see the turnaround in sight.
A big question is: will the next generation be attracted to the v-twin? In the same way classical music has struggled with attracting the next generation, will the current surviving builders be able to attract the next generation who appreciate the music coming from a v-twin with a great set of pipes?
Just my .02, but some of the straight pipes I hear sound like Sh*t. As do the braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapbangband of Asian bikes hitting their rev limiters.
There is a visceral experience of the wind and the torque and sound of a v-twin. If Im not explaining it wellOKI cant explain it well. But...to those who've never experienced itput on your bucket list a ride on a custom v-twin.
Thug
Michael Jackson didnt need an I V to make him sleep. He needed a motorcycle.
After a wonderful day of riding yesterday, today was an easy day. Dave invited me to join him downtown as he made an appearance on a panel about the future of custom bike building, then he went over to help MC the Starboyz stunt show.
After a wonderful day of riding yesterday, today was an easy day. Dave invited me to join him downtown as he made an appearance on a panel about the future of custom bike building, then he went over to help MC the Starboyz stunt show.
I, your intrepid reporter, went along with a camera and a new appreciation for what it takes to take good shots. Pictures I mean
The panel was sparsely attended, but these thing take time to gain a following. The panelists, Eddie Trotta, Cory Ness, Donnie Smith, Dave, and Jerry Covington were great and most sharing of their knowledge. Two common threads came through: What will attract the next generation of custom bike buyers and credit is still too tight to make enough people willing to say do it and have a custom bike built for them.
An observation: almost all of the Johnny-come-lately bike builders are history. The rigs with _____________ _____________ Choppers are all gone. I suspect that even the established ones are hurting to some degree. Labor and parts continue to escalate in cost, yet the number of people with the financial means continue to shrink. It's really tight right now and I don't see the turnaround in sight.
A big question is: will the next generation be attracted to the v-twin? In the same way classical music has struggled with attracting the next generation, will the current surviving builders be able to attract the next generation who appreciate the music coming from a v-twin with a great set of pipes?
Just my .02, but some of the straight pipes I hear sound like Sh*t. As do the braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapbangband of Asian bikes hitting their rev limiters.
There is a visceral experience of the wind and the torque and sound of a v-twin. If Im not explaining it wellOKI cant explain it well. But...to those who've never experienced itput on your bucket list a ride on a custom v-twin.
OK....also.I saw some undercover cops checking out bikes to identify fraud and thefts. Hats off to them for doing a great job. I feel much saferand my bike more secure knowing that they are here watching out for us.
Thug
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Thug Day 7
Day 7 (and some of 6) August 3 and 4
Earlier in the day I took the BMW up to Rapid City to visit the HD dealer there. They usually have a large array of vendors and the soft economy didnt seem to keep too many of them away. The BMW's electronics drain some current from the battery constantly, so it needs to either be on a battery tender or ridden every few days. I have seen precious few "non-V-twins" since I've been here.
Yesterday, I spent the day sightseeing including witnessing a blast of rock at the Crazy Horse monument. I captured it, but dont know how to send big files. Ill work on it. Work there is progressing, but very slowly. They don't want any public funds, so it will take a lot of time to finish.
After that, Dave invited me to a private party hosted by Dave Bell at Daves home in the mountains of Spearfish. Dave was a great host and his place is spectacular.
Then, we went to Michael Lichters exhibit at the Buffalo Chip for a private party for the industry. I saw many of the recognizable builders there along with great bikes and memorabelia. Dee Snyder from Twisted Sister dropped in, as did Steven Tyler of Aerosmith and Pat Simmons from the Doobie Brothers. I saw Dee, but missed Steven and Pat.
Michael was autographing books of his postcards and he put a nice note on one for Mark in Afghanistan. Ill send it to Streets to forward on to Mark.
We then headed out to Deadwood to a party at Danny Grays place. Great people and time flew by. I think it was after midnight when we got home.
The Hamster dinner was a big success for Childrens Care (http://www.cchs.org/). I forgot the amount they raised (maybe around $250,000) but it all goes directly to helping the kids out here. Back East, the population is dense enough to support therapists in schools for kids with special needs, but out here, getting to all the kids is next to impossible. Childrens Care does great work.
Earlier in the day I took the BMW up to Rapid City to visit the HD dealer there. They usually have a large array of vendors and the soft economy didnt seem to keep too many of them away. The BMW's electronics drain some current from the battery constantly, so it needs to either be on a battery tender or ridden every few days. I have seen precious few "non-V-twins" since I've been here.
Yesterday, I spent the day sightseeing including witnessing a blast of rock at the Crazy Horse monument. I captured it, but dont know how to send big files. Ill work on it. Work there is progressing, but very slowly. They don't want any public funds, so it will take a lot of time to finish.
After that, Dave invited me to a private party hosted by Dave Bell at Daves home in the mountains of Spearfish. Dave was a great host and his place is spectacular.
Then, we went to Michael Lichters exhibit at the Buffalo Chip for a private party for the industry. I saw many of the recognizable builders there along with great bikes and memorabelia. Dee Snyder from Twisted Sister dropped in, as did Steven Tyler of Aerosmith and Pat Simmons from the Doobie Brothers. I saw Dee, but missed Steven and Pat.
Michael was autographing books of his postcards and he put a nice note on one for Mark in Afghanistan. Ill send it to Streets to forward on to Mark.
I talked briefly with Randy Sampson of Milwaukee Iron. Just before I left, I read in a bike magazine that Milwaukee Irons assets were being auctioned off. Steel made in America was their tag line. A real bummer. I have no idea what happened since Gary passed away and Lee left. To see it all goneprobably through a bankruptcy proceeding really sucks. Dave told me that competition from China did them in.
We then headed out to Deadwood to a party at Danny Grays place. Great people and time flew by. I think it was after midnight when we got home.
We traveled in a SUV, which was great as a monster storm came through. When we got back to the hotel, my rain cover was missing. I went walking looking for it, but its probably long gone.
Today (Wednesday) will probably be an easy day. Thursday is the annual Hamster lunch and run and then Im hitting the road to get back home.
Today (Wednesday) will probably be an easy day. Thursday is the annual Hamster lunch and run and then Im hitting the road to get back home.
Thug
Monday, August 3, 2009
Thug Day 6?
Day 6 August 2
Spent the morning preparing for my interview with the Hamsters, USA Board. I’ve been proposed/sponsored by Dave and part of the process is to meet the Board. A number of other potential members, and I, gathered in the lobby of the Holiday Inn and waited to be called in. Thanks to Dave, I didn’t have anything to say as he said some very nice things about me. I shook hands with the Board, and I was done. That was it! It is a true honor to even be considered for membership. The dinner is tonight, so I’ll probably find out then.
Dave invited me to a ride that started at the Broken Spoke Saloon and went probably 40 miles north to a real ranch (30,000 acres!) for a cookout, horseback riding, some motorcycle field games and things like that. Part of the ride was to be photographed by world-renowned photographer Michael Lichter (http://www.lichterphoto.com/) while in motion. I have always wanted to have Michael take a shot of me on my bike, so we’ll see how it goes. My only regret was that I was wearing the wrong sunglasses and the ones I had on were a back-up pair that are really ugly. Michael took a great shot of Streets, Dave O, and me at Daytona in 2008, so I’d like another piece of his work for my “I love me” wall in my garage.
Dave asked me to take Stacy (marketing director for Allstate) along and I was happy to. Stacy hadn’t ridden much, but it worked out great. She got a chance to ride a horse at the ranch, plus it was her birthday, so she told me that she had a great time the entire day.
Part of the activities were to practice roping a "calf" from a "horse" and I got a few shots of Dave and Donny Smith showing off their skills, or..er…lack thereof. It was all in good fund and good for a few laughs. I took a pic of the vast expanse of the ranch, which was amazing. Very quiet out there and you can see forever.
We beatfeet home as a storm was approaching, but we made it with only catching a few drops. Dave rode JoePros’s prostreet and JoePro got a chance to try out the new Indian.
Later that night, we went to dinner and a party sponsored by Dave of Black Hills choppers/American Cycle/American Bagger magazines. We got to see the proofs of Ruben’s Bagger’s photo shoot from Daytona during Bike week. Very cool.
One of the bikes at the party burned out its headlamp and it’s a special European type, so there was no replacement available, so to get it back to the hotel, Dave lead and I followed with our beams on high and everything worked out with Ted's riding "in the rocking chair" ('70s C.B. idiom).
Finally, about midnight, the rains came, but by then, we were home and the riding day was over.
Thug
Spent the morning preparing for my interview with the Hamsters, USA Board. I’ve been proposed/sponsored by Dave and part of the process is to meet the Board. A number of other potential members, and I, gathered in the lobby of the Holiday Inn and waited to be called in. Thanks to Dave, I didn’t have anything to say as he said some very nice things about me. I shook hands with the Board, and I was done. That was it! It is a true honor to even be considered for membership. The dinner is tonight, so I’ll probably find out then.
Dave invited me to a ride that started at the Broken Spoke Saloon and went probably 40 miles north to a real ranch (30,000 acres!) for a cookout, horseback riding, some motorcycle field games and things like that. Part of the ride was to be photographed by world-renowned photographer Michael Lichter (http://www.lichterphoto.com/) while in motion. I have always wanted to have Michael take a shot of me on my bike, so we’ll see how it goes. My only regret was that I was wearing the wrong sunglasses and the ones I had on were a back-up pair that are really ugly. Michael took a great shot of Streets, Dave O, and me at Daytona in 2008, so I’d like another piece of his work for my “I love me” wall in my garage.
Dave asked me to take Stacy (marketing director for Allstate) along and I was happy to. Stacy hadn’t ridden much, but it worked out great. She got a chance to ride a horse at the ranch, plus it was her birthday, so she told me that she had a great time the entire day.
Part of the activities were to practice roping a "calf" from a "horse" and I got a few shots of Dave and Donny Smith showing off their skills, or..er…lack thereof. It was all in good fund and good for a few laughs. I took a pic of the vast expanse of the ranch, which was amazing. Very quiet out there and you can see forever.
We beatfeet home as a storm was approaching, but we made it with only catching a few drops. Dave rode JoePros’s prostreet and JoePro got a chance to try out the new Indian.
Later that night, we went to dinner and a party sponsored by Dave of Black Hills choppers/American Cycle/American Bagger magazines. We got to see the proofs of Ruben’s Bagger’s photo shoot from Daytona during Bike week. Very cool.
One of the bikes at the party burned out its headlamp and it’s a special European type, so there was no replacement available, so to get it back to the hotel, Dave lead and I followed with our beams on high and everything worked out with Ted's riding "in the rocking chair" ('70s C.B. idiom).
Finally, about midnight, the rains came, but by then, we were home and the riding day was over.
Thug
Thugs Day 4, Aug 1
Day 4: August 1
“The Indian in God’s Country”
I got up bright and early yesterday morning…Eastern Time. Which made it really early Sturgis time.
I drove up to Sturgis and cruised Lazelle and went out to the Buffalo Chip. Came back, had breakfast and did some laundry. Went back to Sturgis and left the Baggah at the Allstate booth and walked around downtown for a few hours. I took some pics and did some shopping.
Dave asked me if I wanted to try the Indian and I jumped at the chance. He was going out to Devil’s Tower in Wyoming and I went along. What a great bike! Light as a feather, big wheels that made for tall gearing, and the music coming out of the pipes was symphonic.
I drove it hard through the twisties and it handled great. The drivetrain has no play at all and I didn’t need 5th gear below 80mph.
The entire trip was very scenic…more than scenic. The idea of a minimalistic, great handling bike on roads through beautiful country was…beautiful. I got completely covered with bugs on the ride home, but no matter. And a special thanks to Shelia, my physical therapist, who has improved my back enough that a hard ride on a hardtail was possible.
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RIP, Bruce Rossmeyer.
Let’s all raise our glasses in his memory.
{Rant on}:
The news article I read about Bruce mentions that “he wasn’t wearing a helmet”. I wish writers wouldn’t write that when a biker dies. Was that the sole reason for his death? Would his death have been avoided with a helmet?
Do they ever point out that others have died “because they had bad genes” or “ate too many cheeseburgers” or “wasn’t taking Lipitor”?????
I’ve read all the pros and cons of wearing helmets. There are those that say a helmet, puts more pressure on your neck in a crash and those that say “dress for the wreck…including a full-face helmet”.
I think it comes down to each person’s tolerance for risk and the risk/reward balance that is a person’s choice.
Everyone else should respect that choice.
I rode a great part of Friday without a helmet and it was some of the best riding I’ve ever done. Yet, when the winds came and the rain was on its way, I stopped and put my full face helmet on. The risk went up versus the reward of no helmet.
But that’s just me. What you do, whatever you do, is OK.
{Rant off}
Thug
“The Indian in God’s Country”
I got up bright and early yesterday morning…Eastern Time. Which made it really early Sturgis time.
I drove up to Sturgis and cruised Lazelle and went out to the Buffalo Chip. Came back, had breakfast and did some laundry. Went back to Sturgis and left the Baggah at the Allstate booth and walked around downtown for a few hours. I took some pics and did some shopping.
Dave asked me if I wanted to try the Indian and I jumped at the chance. He was going out to Devil’s Tower in Wyoming and I went along. What a great bike! Light as a feather, big wheels that made for tall gearing, and the music coming out of the pipes was symphonic.
I drove it hard through the twisties and it handled great. The drivetrain has no play at all and I didn’t need 5th gear below 80mph.
The entire trip was very scenic…more than scenic. The idea of a minimalistic, great handling bike on roads through beautiful country was…beautiful. I got completely covered with bugs on the ride home, but no matter. And a special thanks to Shelia, my physical therapist, who has improved my back enough that a hard ride on a hardtail was possible.
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RIP, Bruce Rossmeyer.
Let’s all raise our glasses in his memory.
{Rant on}:
The news article I read about Bruce mentions that “he wasn’t wearing a helmet”. I wish writers wouldn’t write that when a biker dies. Was that the sole reason for his death? Would his death have been avoided with a helmet?
Do they ever point out that others have died “because they had bad genes” or “ate too many cheeseburgers” or “wasn’t taking Lipitor”?????
I’ve read all the pros and cons of wearing helmets. There are those that say a helmet, puts more pressure on your neck in a crash and those that say “dress for the wreck…including a full-face helmet”.
I think it comes down to each person’s tolerance for risk and the risk/reward balance that is a person’s choice.
Everyone else should respect that choice.
I rode a great part of Friday without a helmet and it was some of the best riding I’ve ever done. Yet, when the winds came and the rain was on its way, I stopped and put my full face helmet on. The risk went up versus the reward of no helmet.
But that’s just me. What you do, whatever you do, is OK.
{Rant off}
Thug
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thug Day 3 Continued
Day 3, again
I made it to Spearfishsafe and sound. Just under 1800 miles total. The bike ran great and there were no other problems.
But thats not the real story.
What are the chancesone in a zillion?
Let me explain with a joke: The company was hurting for revenue so the sales manager assembled the sales team to announce a big increase in sales for the next quarter. The manager said Team, and we are a teamtogether we can reach this goal. There were groans and gasps in the room because the goal was about impossible.
One salesperson spoke up. I cant do it. I am tapped out. I dont think anyone else can do it either. I think the goal is ridiculous."
The sales manager listened, then said Our team can do it. All I hear from you is I cant do it Im tapped out I, I, I. You know, there is no I in TEAM.
To which the salesperson said, Youre right, and your sales goal? There no F in WAY.
Which is what Kory said when I bumped into Him and Joe Pro in a gas station/restaurant in tiny Kimball, SD today.
We left for Sturgis from different cities, on different days, and took different routes. Butit happened! Face to Face!
Then, it kinda happened again. We left together, but Kory was traveling a bit faster than I wasmy bike has a nasty vibration at 4500 rpm, so I have to either keep it under or over those revs. That translates to speeds there were either too slow or too fast for Korys pace. I opted for slower, knowing that Id have to stop for fuel anyway. Then the winds and rain came, so I pulled over and got all my gear on. And I stopped to offer help to a rider broken down. Sonot a half mile from the Spearfish exit and 270 miles later, I caught up to Kory. Amazing!
Todays other story was the weather. The day started off great. Crisp, clean air and sun. The temperature got up to 86 with just a few clouds in the sky. But a wicked cold front came through, dropping the temperature down to 62 in just a few minutes and blowing riders all over the interstate. I was leaned over for about 3 hours and it was Hell passing big rigs.
I dont think I packed anything but t-shirts, so I may have to buy a hoodie tomorrow.
The scenery was much nicer than yesterday and I opted to pass by the Corn Palace (the only one in the world) and Walls Drugstore (also the only one in the world) as I really wanted to get to Spearfish.
Im beat from the wind. And tomorrow, Ill be back riding a V-Twin.
Cant wait.
Thug
I made it to Spearfishsafe and sound. Just under 1800 miles total. The bike ran great and there were no other problems.
But thats not the real story.
What are the chancesone in a zillion?
Let me explain with a joke: The company was hurting for revenue so the sales manager assembled the sales team to announce a big increase in sales for the next quarter. The manager said Team, and we are a teamtogether we can reach this goal. There were groans and gasps in the room because the goal was about impossible.
One salesperson spoke up. I cant do it. I am tapped out. I dont think anyone else can do it either. I think the goal is ridiculous."
The sales manager listened, then said Our team can do it. All I hear from you is I cant do it Im tapped out I, I, I. You know, there is no I in TEAM.
To which the salesperson said, Youre right, and your sales goal? There no F in WAY.
Which is what Kory said when I bumped into Him and Joe Pro in a gas station/restaurant in tiny Kimball, SD today.
We left for Sturgis from different cities, on different days, and took different routes. Butit happened! Face to Face!
Then, it kinda happened again. We left together, but Kory was traveling a bit faster than I wasmy bike has a nasty vibration at 4500 rpm, so I have to either keep it under or over those revs. That translates to speeds there were either too slow or too fast for Korys pace. I opted for slower, knowing that Id have to stop for fuel anyway. Then the winds and rain came, so I pulled over and got all my gear on. And I stopped to offer help to a rider broken down. Sonot a half mile from the Spearfish exit and 270 miles later, I caught up to Kory. Amazing!
Todays other story was the weather. The day started off great. Crisp, clean air and sun. The temperature got up to 86 with just a few clouds in the sky. But a wicked cold front came through, dropping the temperature down to 62 in just a few minutes and blowing riders all over the interstate. I was leaned over for about 3 hours and it was Hell passing big rigs.
I dont think I packed anything but t-shirts, so I may have to buy a hoodie tomorrow.
The scenery was much nicer than yesterday and I opted to pass by the Corn Palace (the only one in the world) and Walls Drugstore (also the only one in the world) as I really wanted to get to Spearfish.
Im beat from the wind. And tomorrow, Ill be back riding a V-Twin.
Cant wait.
Thug
Thug: Day 3
Day 3: July 31
Are we there, yet?
I made it to Sioux City. Actually, I nudged across the state line so I am officially in South Dakota. 14 hours and 850 miles of land so flat that I could see the curvature of the earth.
I really didnt ride that hard, and didnt get up early, but almost made 1000 miles in 24 hours, as in the Iron Butt Saddle Sore 1000 qualifier (ride 1000 miles in 24 hours). I was just a few minutes over 24 hours.
Are we there, yet?
I made it to Sioux City. Actually, I nudged across the state line so I am officially in South Dakota. 14 hours and 850 miles of land so flat that I could see the curvature of the earth.
I really didnt ride that hard, and didnt get up early, but almost made 1000 miles in 24 hours, as in the Iron Butt Saddle Sore 1000 qualifier (ride 1000 miles in 24 hours). I was just a few minutes over 24 hours.
Super-slabs all the way. That is not the way to subscribe to the its not the destinationits the journey approach to riding. Someday, Ill take the time to get to Sturgis without touching an interstate, but that will have to wait. For now, I just need to get there.
Nevertheless, two wheels are better than all the other choices. I spent the first few hours waiting for things to warm up, which it didnt. Finally, in Illinois, it got about 70. Just over the Iowa border, the rains cameshort, but drenching. I didnt switch to my rain gear instead adopting the Caribbean mantra that its just a cooling shower. After the rainit got clear and the winds came.
Lots of northwest winds. Blew me sideways a few times. They even dislodged my Perewitz half-helmet from under my bungee-mesh thingy attached to my topcase and left it somewhere amongst the cornfields. Likewise a pair of reading glasses out of my jacket pocket.
The winds were spinning a new array of ginormous wind turbines in western Iowa. They werent there three years ago. They werent obtrusive at all..not like the way they ruined the landscape in Germany when I was there visiting in 2006. I guess there wasnt much to ruinthey just stuck them in cornfields.
I am really glad I didnt ride the Baggah out. The BMW (the Muddah?) has really got trashed. Some truck in front of me was spewing something that covered the front of the bike. Every bug stuck. There is so much construction that, combined with the winds, riding through construction zones sand blasted the bike. I felt like I was behind a 300 rear tire riding along the beach on A1A in Florida.
I skipped the largest truckstop on I-80. Too many cars..not so many trucks. I guess its a tourist attraction. Maybe Ill stop there on the flip-flop.
Most of the ride was carefree. Only one pucker moment. In a construction zone, a cage ignored the yield sign and entered the highway without the benefit of an acceleration lane or me moving out of the way. Thanks to my 58 year-old used-to-be lightning-quick reflexes, disaster was averted. I even had time to lay on the horn and shake my head in disbelief.
I was surprised that I saw very few cool cars all day. There was a new Porsche Turbo in red, albeit dulled by all the goo on the road and a Buick with a great set of rims. Other than that, nada.
My GPS tried to re-route me ever since I decided to skip Chicago and take I-80 back in Gary, IN. Like at every intersection! Now I think its mad at me for not following directions. When it says recalculating and make a legal U-turn, the womans voice speaks with such contempt that I know Im in trouble.
So, overall, a great day. I saw so many trailers, that I was glad that I was able to ride. Cant wait to get to Spearfish, meet up with Kory, and get on the Baggah.
One final thought: riding alone great distances sucks. The last time I rode out, Da Pope was with me.
Maybe next year, Streets and Da Pope can make the trip.
Thug
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sturgis Day 2
Day 2: July 30
The thing about riding..it affords you the opportunity to block out all the day-to-day crapand think about whats really important-like family and friends andera better rain suit and seamless undershorts...and maybe a big container of Gold Bond powder.
No big dealreally.
Ive just finished the two most worry-free weeks in six years: both boys were home from war-Eric from Afghanistan for good and Mick on leave from Iraq.
For the first time in a long time, it was great to hear them bumping in their rooms like they used to growing up and not worrying about the knock on the door or the telephone or cell phone ringing.
Eric is going to grad school in a few weeks and , with a little luck, Mick will be back stateside in two months and in grad school himself by next fall.
I made it to Elyria, OH, just past Cleveland, riding just under 7 hours and covering 415 miles. The first 4 hours were in a miserable rain with temperatures dropping to the low 70s/high 60s as I rode through the cold front.
I usually forget an item or two when I travel, but I really goofed this time. I left in a rain suit without my riding jacket, so I dropped by Performance HD in Syracuse to get a replacement. Then, as I swung my leg over the bike, my rain suit ripped. I like to think that its the suits fault, but maybe not. Anyway, I stayed dry the whole time. It was nice the have the rain end at the NY/PA border and the temp. go up as I got to Cleveland. Some call Cleveland the mistake by the lake, but its skyline is actually very photogenic at night.
And, there are wineries in Western NY. The vines looked very green in the rain and the fog.
I run a headlight modulator on my bike and I had a vivid yellow vest on over my rainsuit, so, thanks to the flashing lights, I kept being mistaken for the police. Its nice to have so many cagers pull over and let you go by.. When they saw that I wasnt the police, they werent upset and remained very nice by signaling that I was #1.
I am off to Sioux City, IA. Originally, I was going take I 90 to Gary, IN, then I-80 to Omaha, but my GPS is telling me to go through Chicago and go directly up to I-90, so I was considering that. I am always worried about the traffic around Chicago, but I might try lane-splitting. Kory takes I-90 through Chicago and advises against going through at any times other than very early or very late. Since Ill be in the area by mid-morning, Ill probably drop south of Gary to I-80, go west and turn right at Omaha.
I think theres the worlds biggest truck stop in Iowa along I-80, so Ill look for it and stop if I find it.
Happy trails!
Thug
The thing about riding..it affords you the opportunity to block out all the day-to-day crapand think about whats really important-like family and friends andera better rain suit and seamless undershorts...and maybe a big container of Gold Bond powder.
No big dealreally.
Ive just finished the two most worry-free weeks in six years: both boys were home from war-Eric from Afghanistan for good and Mick on leave from Iraq.
For the first time in a long time, it was great to hear them bumping in their rooms like they used to growing up and not worrying about the knock on the door or the telephone or cell phone ringing.
Eric is going to grad school in a few weeks and , with a little luck, Mick will be back stateside in two months and in grad school himself by next fall.
I made it to Elyria, OH, just past Cleveland, riding just under 7 hours and covering 415 miles. The first 4 hours were in a miserable rain with temperatures dropping to the low 70s/high 60s as I rode through the cold front.
I usually forget an item or two when I travel, but I really goofed this time. I left in a rain suit without my riding jacket, so I dropped by Performance HD in Syracuse to get a replacement. Then, as I swung my leg over the bike, my rain suit ripped. I like to think that its the suits fault, but maybe not. Anyway, I stayed dry the whole time. It was nice the have the rain end at the NY/PA border and the temp. go up as I got to Cleveland. Some call Cleveland the mistake by the lake, but its skyline is actually very photogenic at night.
And, there are wineries in Western NY. The vines looked very green in the rain and the fog.
I run a headlight modulator on my bike and I had a vivid yellow vest on over my rainsuit, so, thanks to the flashing lights, I kept being mistaken for the police. Its nice to have so many cagers pull over and let you go by.. When they saw that I wasnt the police, they werent upset and remained very nice by signaling that I was #1.
I am off to Sioux City, IA. Originally, I was going take I 90 to Gary, IN, then I-80 to Omaha, but my GPS is telling me to go through Chicago and go directly up to I-90, so I was considering that. I am always worried about the traffic around Chicago, but I might try lane-splitting. Kory takes I-90 through Chicago and advises against going through at any times other than very early or very late. Since Ill be in the area by mid-morning, Ill probably drop south of Gary to I-80, go west and turn right at Omaha.
I think theres the worlds biggest truck stop in Iowa along I-80, so Ill look for it and stop if I find it.
Happy trails!
Thug
Our Live Sturgis Reporter! Thug
Day 1: July 29
Your intrepid and dauntless Sturgis reporter is about to embark on the annual pilgrimage: riding from upstate NY to the hallowed grounds that are western South Dakota.
Ive gone there a few different ways: riding the entire distance, trailered, and flown/ shipped.
This year, its time to return to the roots sort of. You see, My Perewtz face-lifted 2008 Road Glide is being shipped, but I, having chosen to being True to your school (thanks to Brian Wilson), have decided to ride there on my BMW touring bike (purists exit here) since I dont want my prize ride trashed by the weather between here and Sturgis. No RUB herejust the facts.
The BMW has been my mudder for a number of years. I dont care much about how it looks in fact, I dont ever remember washing it but I have taken it 4500 miles in 5 days once and it held up, along with my back and my fat a**, I've mounted a GPS, radar detector, and CB on it, so I'm ready to lay down some serious miles.
Actually, as I write this, I am V-Twin-less, with the Orange Bike on loan to a museum, and the Bobbah on the DL with a motor problem. I rode my Road King 1400 miles straight earlier in my biking life, but were talking about a factory paint job versus a Perewtiz custom job. The price notwithstanding, who want to trash a great paint job thanks to the Midwest summer weather and the inevitable road construction?
I am offaround 6 pm hoping to get past Cleveland on day one. The plan is to make it to Sioux City, IA on day two, then on to the Spearfish Holiday Inn by Friday night. Kory and Joe, hauling the trailer, should be there by Friday, too. The radar looks ugly right now-a lot of nasty weather between me and my day one objective, but well see how it goes.
See you on the road.
Thug
Friday, April 17, 2009
In Support of Headlight Modulators
Disclaimer: I work for an insurance company, so after a while, everything looks like an accident could happen. Believe me…I’ve seen it all. Plus, before they went on my bikes, I had countless cars look at me, not see me, and pull out.
What modulators are: they are a plug a play unit that makes your headlight appear that it’s flashing on and off. Installation takes a few minutes, unless you install it backwards and you have to factor in the time you saved not reading the instructions offset by the time it takes to order a new one. The instructions actually make installation fool-proof.
What they do: They make distracted cagers more likely to stop whatever nonsense they are doing and notice you. Since “I never saw him” is a typical excuse for hitting a biker, a modulator improves your chances.
Flashing gets attention…as most men at Bike rallies will attest…so why not put the “flashing principle” to work to reduce your chance of being hit?
Cost: about $100
They have a light sensor so they don’t modulate at night.
They are legal. They don’t actually flash on and off…but shine from 100% to 20% to 100% so they look like they are flashing.
As far as I can tell, they don’t shorten bulb life. I use something like a 100w/55w H4 European bulb so it’s easily seen in the daylight. The pulsing seems to reduce the current draw, so I’ve never smoked a wire using the higher wattage bulb. YMMV.
Some can be wired to the low or high beam circuit. I use the high beam so I can turn it on using my hi-low beam switch and leave it off when I don’t want to use it. Others come with standard connectors so it automatically runs on the high beam circuit.
The P’witz crew have installed modulators on all my V-twin bikes. I installed the one on my BMW K1200LT.
Caution: watch our for A.C. electrical systems (like some scooters) where you need to specify A.C.
I’ll see you down the road.
Thug
What modulators are: they are a plug a play unit that makes your headlight appear that it’s flashing on and off. Installation takes a few minutes, unless you install it backwards and you have to factor in the time you saved not reading the instructions offset by the time it takes to order a new one. The instructions actually make installation fool-proof.
What they do: They make distracted cagers more likely to stop whatever nonsense they are doing and notice you. Since “I never saw him” is a typical excuse for hitting a biker, a modulator improves your chances.
Flashing gets attention…as most men at Bike rallies will attest…so why not put the “flashing principle” to work to reduce your chance of being hit?
Cost: about $100
They have a light sensor so they don’t modulate at night.
They are legal. They don’t actually flash on and off…but shine from 100% to 20% to 100% so they look like they are flashing.
As far as I can tell, they don’t shorten bulb life. I use something like a 100w/55w H4 European bulb so it’s easily seen in the daylight. The pulsing seems to reduce the current draw, so I’ve never smoked a wire using the higher wattage bulb. YMMV.
Some can be wired to the low or high beam circuit. I use the high beam so I can turn it on using my hi-low beam switch and leave it off when I don’t want to use it. Others come with standard connectors so it automatically runs on the high beam circuit.
The P’witz crew have installed modulators on all my V-twin bikes. I installed the one on my BMW K1200LT.
Caution: watch our for A.C. electrical systems (like some scooters) where you need to specify A.C.
I’ll see you down the road.
Thug
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Thug & Streets Most Excellent Adventures - Daytona 2009
Daytona at last! Thug and Streets welcomed Alan Pope as a participant in our Most Excellent Adventures. Alan, from now on known officially as "Da Pope", owns the bright purple custom that has graced the home page of the Perewitz website for the past week or so.
Friday - We're riding in shirtsleeves after a long cold winter. Finally!! First stop was the Allstate booth at the Speedway to see the Perewitz bobber on display. It must have been a hit, because we saw a lot of cameras pointed at it. We'll let Jody's post show you pictures of this slick little ride. We then headed for Dirty Harry's on Main Street to see what was happening. It was a little chilly for a wet t-shirt contest, but the participants were real troupers. A dry fleece sweatshirt contest would have been more appropriate for the conditions. For the ride home to Thug's place that night, we decided to let Da Pope lead us since he had a GPS on his bike. I guess GPS means Going Places SeldomSeen, because we definitely took the long way home...thru St Augustine I think....but it was a beautiful night for riding, we got a good giggle out of it, and nobody complained.
More to come, including Bloody Mary Monday and The Three Amigos on a scooter. Stay tuned.Streets
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Streets’ and Thug’s most excellent Daytona adventure…2009
It’s only a few days away….
Over the last year, our companies have experienced all that you’ve read about…bad news, more bad news, really bad new, major suckage bad news, totally suckage bad news, I-can’t-believe-it’s-happening bad news…you get the picture. One of the thoughts that have carried us through…it’s time to ride!
Streets and I have endured the last year…with our three sons deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan…so…a salute and prayer to them…and a ride with them in mind…
How is it that two wheels and wind takes most of life’s worries away? If I had to explain it, I couldn’t do it….
We’re heading out next Tuesday..with business stops in Richmond and Atlanta..where we’ll pick up new crew member Alan and his new Perewitz Road Glide. We should make Florida by Thursday night…giving us a short respite before Bike Week starts in Friday.
We’ll probably go to the vintage swap meet in Eustis on Friday…if it’s held this year. Last year, Dave picked up a really trick Indian scooter…the type without a motor.
We plan on hanging with the Perewitz and Wild Turkey crews on Main Street. We also plan on a ride around the 2 ½ mile Daytona International track. We’ll get pictures.
There is a good chance that one day, the Perewitz scooter will make an appearance. It tops out at 45 mph with my sorry butt in the saddle, but, at a 100 mpg, who’s complaining? I think my Perewitz flamed helmet adds 2-3 mpg!
The sad part is that Jody will stay back in Bridgewater, holding down the shop. We’ll send plenty of pics and narratives so she won’t feel alone. Also, we’ll miss Dave O, but will lift a drink to him.
Stay tuned….
Thug
Over the last year, our companies have experienced all that you’ve read about…bad news, more bad news, really bad new, major suckage bad news, totally suckage bad news, I-can’t-believe-it’s-happening bad news…you get the picture. One of the thoughts that have carried us through…it’s time to ride!
Streets and I have endured the last year…with our three sons deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan…so…a salute and prayer to them…and a ride with them in mind…
How is it that two wheels and wind takes most of life’s worries away? If I had to explain it, I couldn’t do it….
We’re heading out next Tuesday..with business stops in Richmond and Atlanta..where we’ll pick up new crew member Alan and his new Perewitz Road Glide. We should make Florida by Thursday night…giving us a short respite before Bike Week starts in Friday.
We’ll probably go to the vintage swap meet in Eustis on Friday…if it’s held this year. Last year, Dave picked up a really trick Indian scooter…the type without a motor.
We plan on hanging with the Perewitz and Wild Turkey crews on Main Street. We also plan on a ride around the 2 ½ mile Daytona International track. We’ll get pictures.
There is a good chance that one day, the Perewitz scooter will make an appearance. It tops out at 45 mph with my sorry butt in the saddle, but, at a 100 mpg, who’s complaining? I think my Perewitz flamed helmet adds 2-3 mpg!
The sad part is that Jody will stay back in Bridgewater, holding down the shop. We’ll send plenty of pics and narratives so she won’t feel alone. Also, we’ll miss Dave O, but will lift a drink to him.
Stay tuned….
Thug
Monday, February 2, 2009
Who has the best plate?
Below is the latest plate on a Perewitz bike. This comes from Alan, who is part of Thug and Streets crew.
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