SUNDAY POST MADNESS–WHICH WAY TO GO? I can’t figure Sundays out. Is it a day of rest and romance or what? For the religious they spend half the morning prepping for church and the rest of the day attending a manditory event. Almost every Sunday I get up with 14 projects on a list and […]
September 22, 2002 Read More »
SUNDAY POST–PMS MADNESS ATTACKS HEADQUARTERS We’re half way through the last month of the Summer, but it hardly matters. Weather patterns are constantly changing. It might not rain here until January. This post will cover some of the bullshit we’ve been grappling with on the site, some of the successes and failures. Sure the code
September 15, 2002 Read More »
SUNDAY POST MADNESS–WENT FISHING IN UNFISHABLE SEAS Ah, but what a time we had. Never caught a damn thing. Sin even went fishin’ for a new party girl and found one, but before she could land her in the boat the girl turned up pregnant. That blew Saturday night. Let’s get to the news: The
September 8, 2002 Read More »
SUNDAY POST UPDATE–WHO THE HELL FINDS THIS SHIT What can I say. It’s hot as the hubs of hell today. Reminds me of the Carolinas last month and the Run For Breath–100 degrees and 100 percent humidity. It’s noon and I’m sipping a Bloody Mary and wondering what the hell I should be doing. I
September 1, 2002 Read More »
SUNDAY POST MADNESS–VICTORY SCORES, BAD JOKES, DISCOVERY CHANNEL DATES AND MORE Photo of and from Bob T. I’m in a rush. All the women are helping some kids move into their first apartment. I hit it hard today with work on our massive Sturgis report, a report on a Jack Daniel’s tour, an all new
SUNDAY POST–GONE FISHIN’ SORTA I wish I knew what to say. It’s one of those coastal gloomy days that remind me of days, as a kid, when I scored a bad report card. I’m having a Jack on the rocks and wondering what the hell I’m going to do next week. As soon as I
SUNDAY POST MADNESS–ALL ABOUT SEX AND RELATIONSHIPS Last night Sin and I entered a bar in Long Beach, California. It was a jammin’ place full of strange looking females. Long Beach has it’s share of gay bars and at first, from the corner across the street, I suspected that we weren’t in the correct section
SUNDAY POST–SMOKIN’ DAYS IN THE CAROLINAS–A TRIBUTE TO THE RUN FOR BREATH She hung with her daddy’s custom Softail all day in the blistering sun. Her bikini matched the color of the scooter. Nice bike, I think. I’m not sure where to start. Last weekend was a heat wave whirlwind of seven hour plane rides,
This is the license plate issued for my 2001 Gambler/Special Construction As I pulled to a stop in my driveway, every detail that went into the construction of my new bike raced through my head. It had just completed its first ride, a 250-mile round trip break in. Motorcycle riding wasn?t exactly new to me.
Sunday Post Headline Woes AND YOU SAY YOU’VE GOT PROBLEMS BUCKY?– Just received the letter regarding the Sunday Post I owe you, stating you would cause me trouble as you thought the article should have been posted long ago and you couldn’t see why it wasn’t. When you talk about trouble, let me enlighten you.
SUNDAY POST BREAKING NEWS–100th Anniversary Bikes Released On Bikernet It’s actually Saturday morning and I’m going to be a wrenching fool today, preparing for the run to Ventura tomorrow for the ECF Concert to support the kids. Okay, so I know that this is unbelievable to have the Sunday Post launched in such a timely
SUNDAY POST–SUV GANG HITS BIKERS This news is going to be as bizarre as last night. I worked my ass off all day on the Amazing Shrunken FXR. I cut ground and welded with our new Miller MIG until I almost thought I knew what I was doing. Still am trying to get a feel
SUNDAY POST–NEW BIKER MOVIE IS ON THE ROAD I have a major gripe about the constant anti-smoking terror ads. If I was awash in money I’d run billboards along side theirs with images of cars and how many people die annually, and fatty foods, and airplanes, you name it. It’s all anti-freedom bullshit. Okay, so
SUNDAY POST—SPAM MUSEUM OPENS Hell, I don’t know what to say. The weekend has been bananas. Yes, I confess that I hauled the dual Mikuni, ’48 Pan Head to the opening of the Route 66 Road House and Joker Machine Bike Show in Duarte after fixing my brakes on the Touring Chopper. Then I hit
SUNDAY POST–FATHER’S DAY SPECIAL Hey, for all you dads, I hope you’re getting a break today. Being a dad can be tough in today’s wacky world. May the road always be a friend to you. For all of us outlaw muthers who have been drawn more to the road than our families, what can I
SUNDAY POST–TROUBLE AT EASYRIDERS AGAIN I have a tough time with news from Easyriders. I have always had high hopes for that company, even when I didn’t agree with the direction. I’ll keep the report short and directed only to our esteemed Cantina Crowd. It’s been a strange weekend. I’m never the type to lay
SUNDAY POST–SUMMER’S UPON US Little samples of Japanese bikinis Damn it feels good to sense the sun looming late into the evening as we motored up to Joe Josts ancient pool hall in a nasty Long Beach area for a brew and a pickled egg. My riding partner, Richard Kransler, who was twistin’ the wick
SUNDAY POST–MARGARITAS, WELDING SLAG AND SEX I was buried in the ancient craft of metal art between margaritas and chasing broads around the headquarters when a scooter pulled up in front of the headquarters and honked. A few brothers pull that from time to time and just blast away, but this scooter spat loud exhaust
SUNDAY POST–WHAT GIVES? It’s Sunday and I’m trying to dodge events, get some work done around the headquarters. We are constantly upgrading the security here, but I can’t work with this little blond blaring the stereo constantly. Maybe I’m getting old. Yesterday we cruised into the hills of Santa Paula and retrieved the mighty VL
SUNDAY POST–MOTORCYCLE RIGHTS, THE ONLY FREEDOM FIGHTERS LEFT IN AMERICA Gotta call today. Seems we haven’t launched a drama in a couple of weeks. Goddamnit, I can’t control these bitches. I wrote the sonuvabitch, bled my heart out and they can’t post the motherfucker. Ah well, I had dynamite weekend in New Orleans. Some 1500
SUNDAY POST–BETWEEN THIS AND THAT A brother of mine recently whispered in my ear that I should have scooted out to Laughlin, “You need to be seen in public,” He said and scratched his full beard that’s beginning to pick up evil streaks of gray. I thought long and hard about what he said. I
SUNDAY POST–WOMEN ATTACK HEADQUARTERS, CLUBS ATTACK LAUGHLIN Since I was released from the prison ship and my bowl of moldy rice a day that I was forced to share with scurvy rodents, the halfway house sentence has been even more nail-biting strenuous and miserable. We’ve been flying at projects like a speed freak who move
SUNDAY POST – JIM LEWIS PASSES ON We had a meeting with the Bikernet Attorney on Friday. We discovered that he was in the midst of a project Softail due to his efforts to free a rider facing 20 strikes, and you know all to clearly that three is a life sentence. From there we
SUNDAY POST–INSIDE INVESTIGATION OF CANTINA EMPLOYEES I returned to the Headquarters on Wednesday only to find the paper work stacked to the ceiling. The truly crucial forms had been burned in the Bikernet top security incinerator. The rats running wild in the basement reminded me far too much of the corroded stench of holds on
