Wednesday November 4, 2009
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admin at 5:28 pm
Otto is a Badass. One eye and just a straight up badass. He had that shit figured out real quick. When did you rough them up? Yesterday. Lost his eye. Doing time. It’s a hard life for some wife beaten to death. Maybe it’s better, that way he never found out Bobby was hitting it. That secret will die with Luann. Maybe. Probably not though.
That porno chick sold Jax out real quick. Didn’t even have to twist her arm.
Clay is vicious. He is trying to run it like the Bonnano family. You can’t run the club like the Bonnano family. It won’t work. The club is too democratic. Cara cara was a club decision. That means it is under the clubs discression. Gotta be a vote.
Jax and Clay in the chapel. I would say it is pretty far off track, to challenge your brother to kill you. That was heavy. These two still have a lot to work out. And the fallout will land on the members.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw Hale in the clubhouse. Deputized. And how about Happy. That is one sick individual. He has a look in his eye like he is for real. That was tight blowing up the lab with a Molotov cocktail. Like Clay said, Happy will know how to persuede.
Opie is on another level. All I can say is he is my new Hero. That judge was tough as nails. Would have given up his kid before the memories. Zobelle has got to get it sooner than later. You can’t spread yourself that thin and stab everyone in the back and keep on living. Some one will get you. And Tig has taken a turn for the worst. That was him crying in his mask. Killing his brother’s wife is taking it’s toll on him.
I know it couldn’t have been Clay burning down Cara cara. At least I don’t think so. I knew Darby didn’t have long for this earth. But what happened to Chuckie?
Jax going Nomad? The machine is falling apart. Some body is going to have to pull them out of the water and save the day. Glory. Hallelujah.
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Tuesday November 3, 2009
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admin at 11:43 am
Tell you what, there is a whole lotta shit going on. So much going on that I always watch each of the episodes back to back. Gotta see it all.
So, the Big Picture. Yep gotta see it. Who is Zobelle protected by? He seems to be working with everyone. The Irish, The Mayans, The Noords. Everyone except the Sons. I am trying to see the big picture.
How about Bobby. He is ever the Peacemaker. He definitely has the clubs best interest at heart. He is well aware that this inner turmoil could be the end of the Sons. There is not a chance you will go through this thing without having animosity with your brothers. NO WAY. When I came through as a Prospect I was visiting one of the members and he told me this, not everyone is going to like you, and you are not going to like everyone. People are different. But they all have to respect you. That was the truth.
I don’t know what is freakier, Chuckie pulling his dick all the time, or Chuckie with no fingers, just being Chuckie. Either way he is a freak. Now a circus freak.
That was a real leap of faith for Clay to give up that bloody knife with the fingerprints on it. No more leverage, nothing but trust. That guy did come through in a pinch, coming across with that bail. Three hundred grand. That says a lot.
SO, all of a sudden Chib’s wife shows up from Ireland. And I thought nothing and no one scared Gemma. Nothing except that evil bitch. Would have been cool to hear what Gemma told that hospital administrator in the elevator. I can only imagine.
I said it before and I will say it again Opie is a SAVAGE. I love how he is real clear on what he wants and don’t want. I like how he handled Georgie. And how about Lyla? That girl is gorgeous. Stunning. Opie is DA MAN.
How cool was that when the Irish kid woke up and the Sons were in his house. That was cool. That’s power. And Polly hooking up with him. I saw that coming a mile away. Everybody is getting some. Talking about getting some, Bobby freaked when Luann mentioned Otto. Prison clause.
So Luann is dead. Beaten to death. Gotta be Georgie. Makes you really wonder if any of this would have happened if Gemma had only told about the rape. She has gotta be feeling the weight of this by now.
Tig is making a visible change. Saving Chuckie from the Chinese. Although Chuckie is proving to be real resourceful. Clay was exactly correct when he told Tig, it ain’t about what you have done, it is only about what you may have to do. That’s right. It’ s only about what you are going to do for the club.
You know that weight Tig is carrying is heavy. Killing his brother’s wife. The weight of the world. I am betting Opie will figure it out sooner or later. Then watch out.
When Alvarez had that gun at Jax’s head, and Jax is staring into death, ready to die before he takes his cut off, that what it is all about. You would rather be dead that to be dishonored, disrespected, patchless. There is no way that patch is coming off. This is who a patch holder is. And he is willing to die to be it. One of the best moments of the show. Ever.
Great shoot out. Looks like that prospect earned his top rocker. He put himself in harms way in between him and his president. Bullets were flying and all he cared about was shielding Clay from certain death. Good Job. Atta Boy.
Like I said. A whole lotta shit going on.
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Tuesday October 27, 2009
By
admin at 10:42 am
Hey folks. I gotta say sorry for not writing for a while. I had a family emergency and I had to fly back east. My Father took ill and I thought it was the end and I wanted to be near him. He is a tough old bird though and he pulled through.If you think the show is big in California, well let me tell you it is crazy big on the East Coast. Almost every where I went some one had a Sons shirt on.
I think Tevo is a great invention. When I got back my old lady had all the episodes I missed and I sat down and relaxed and watched them back to back. She must have been watching them non stop cause she knew every word.
I don’t know where to begin, there is so much going on. It is obvious that Gemma is not telling what happened, Now comes the reactions to this decision. There is a lot of violence happening that might not be happening if she told the club about the rape. You can see this is taking it’s toll on her. I am hoping every week that she is going to blow somebody away for what happened.
And how about the Irish, playing both sides. I never saw that coming. You know that is going to end bloody. And how about Polly, Zobelle’s daughter. When she comes on the screen all the guys in my house start screaming. Beauty and brains. Tough too. I was pretty surprised when she gave up the where abouts of her dad so quick. Although she knew they were going to walk into a trap. All the women seem to have some power.
Speaking of women, when Gemma and Tara were shooting up the porn stars car my wife and the other wives were dancing in a circle. Nice, a little something for everyone.
I like Chibs a lot. He is always on the money. When he got blown up that was tragic. I am definetly hoping he pulls through. He is an awesome part of the club. I love his Irish logic.
When they ran up on the house they thought Weston was at, and the kids were firing guns back, that is called training. Those kids had balls. He had Jax cold, if there were bullets in that gun there would have been another funeral.
Hale is sure jumping the fence. Jax too. I think in a small town like that, a real cop would easily pick the evil he is accustomed to, and not let a new one in. This guy Zobelle wants to bring drugs into the town and then try to get them out again? That is some kind of logic. Once drugs come in it is virtually impossible to get them out again. Just look at any town in America. You se the Sons know that and are willing to go the distance to keep drugs out of their town. I think that’s cool.
I definetly did not expect to see a church meeting when the Sons charged into that church. And when they came running out into the hands of the law I would have liked to se them resist at least for a minute but that is the outlaw in me. The truth is in California if you point a gun at a cop you can bet they will not hesitate to blow you away. That’s just how it is.
In all the years I have been in the club there is nothing I haven’t seen. Every situation that I watch on this show reminds me of something that happened in real life at one time or another. It has been a long time since I am really looking forward to getting off work early, rushing home to relax in front of a warm T.V. and watch my favorite show. I think my Old Lady is addicted for sure. I think every day equals addiction. It’s not so bad though, she could be addicted to worse things. At least we get to enjoy this addiction together. Can’t wait till next week.
FAT BOB
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Tuesday October 20, 2009
By
admin at 4:50 pm
CHARMING FAT BOB’S BLOG
SO. I don’t know where to begin. First of all I want to to say that this is T.V. This is a show that is geared to entertain. This is Drama. It is not REAL LIFE. That being said I wouldn’t be who I am if I just agreed with what I saw on the tube. I am in real life club. A club with rules. Rules like, you can not lie to your Brother. You can not steal from your Brother. You DAMN sure can not bang your brothers old lady. Didn’t write for a while cause one, I had to do a hell of a lot of work this week, and two, I wanted to watch the episodes again that I had seen.
Once again let me just say that it was one of the craziest things I have seen on T.V. watching the attack on biker momma. And when I turned on the show next week, totally expecting full on retribution to happen I was totally amazed to see Gemma keep her mouth shut for the better of the club. As far as I can see she is the baddest gangster on the show. She is totally aware that sending the Sons after the rapist is exactly what they wanted. It took me a minute to get right with that. I realize there is a method to her madness. I know I will be watching every week to see the retribution I would expect to unfold. One thing for sure, Gemma is as tough as nails.
SO that was a pretty heavy party. In fact I have not seen a party end like that in a while, if ever. All the girls half naked asleep in the halls, on the floors, basically everywhere except the beds. And how about Tig? Gotta love that sociopath. When that chick landed on the floor we were all laughing our asses off.
It’s easy to understand that growing up in a small town together that Gemma and Unser would have a realtionship. Also Hale and Jax. Old friends. Friends or not, we don’t talk to cops. EVER. Although every club should have a cop like that on the payroll. Once again this is T.V. Gemma and Tara becoming friends is a natural thing. That doc has got many lessons to learn, and Gemma is the one to teach them. Tell you what, My old Lady would have walked out there with a nine millimeter if she saw some porn star get off my bike and blow her away. I’d probably be dodging bullets myself, and if you knew my old Lady you would totally understand. Tara wants total disclosure and then the next thing she does is lie to Jax’s face. She is getting in it real deep though. Gotta remember last season when Jax blew away that cop right in front of her. That is about as deep as if she pulled the trigger herself. Once again, DRAMA.
I know it’s hard to understand, but when Clay said whatever he does, wether Jax agrees with it or not, is for the good of the club. It is never arbitrary. He was right. Sometimes you gotta make decisions, and some times those decisions don’t exactly turn out right, but when you make them, the only thing that matters is that your heart is in the right place. For the CLUB.
I like where Opie is going. I like where his head is at. When he walked up to the truck and was firing off shots at the Mayans, without a thought of himself, well that is exactly what he said, throwing himself into what he has left in his life. I don’t see that as a death wish, just a commitment. Opie is a SAVAGE.
Nothing wrong with that porn business. It is legit. And if it makes the club money, and keeps the ball rolling while the guns get back on line that’s cool. They sure are raking Luann over the coals though. Half the business, canceling the debt, paying Bobby out of her cut. WOW. Her Old Man is a club brother in the pen. And a prison clause? Never heard of it. She was stealing from the club for six years, so on that respect maybe she should have her porn stars service the club for the next six years. Anything except trying to jump Bobby’s bones. It would be tragic to find out your old lady was stealing from the club for six years. Gotta turn your back on her. Women come and go. Some stay, some split, but the Brothers are there FOREVER. Some times I aint so charming but one thing for sure, I will always tell it like I see it.
That all being said, I can’t wait for next week. See ya.
FB
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Tuesday September 15, 2009
By
admin at 9:51 am
Wow. What a show. You could have heard a pin drop in my house. Needless to say my house was set up like it was Super Bowl Sunday. We had a few friends over, I think there were quite a few folks in the country doing that.
I gotta say I like where Opie’s head is at. He has turned into some psycho killer. I gotta think if my old lady got killed I would be Hell bent on retribution also. No one would be safe.
Those guys running the guns up the coast in their bedrolls is a little unbelievable. I mean, me and my crew get pulled over left and right for the smallest possible infraction. Thinking we would pass the first traffic stop is amazing.
I think it’s real cool the relationship that Gemma has with the cop. That part is totally believable. Small town, everyone growing up together. And how about that prospect? Tig must be a great shot to not have blown his head right off when they were testing the guns.
The inner turmoil that Clay and Jax are having is also totally believable. There is no way you will be in a club with other people, other opinions and always see eye to eye. One thing though, you can NEVER lie to your Brother. That’s rule number #1. That is something all brother’s have to be able to rely upon - your brother will ALWAYS tell you the truth.
Definitely Opie is a savage. When he was cutting an A on the Mayan’s chest we were all screaming. I don’t think I would have done that, if I ever found my self in a situation like that. I think it’s important to get away with it. Leave no trace. Then Jax sets up the Niners. Wow. And how about Tig? He is the textbook Sociopath. Gotta love him. Sometimes I gotta remember that they are not a real MC, that this is a T.V. show, these are actors, and this is about entertainment. If you heard some of my friend’s in my house screaming at the T.V. like it was real you would not have believed it. I can easily say this is the best show I ever watched, maybe cause it’s what I am into, and cause it’s totally entertaining.
O.K. Here it is…what can I say, that last scene with Gemma was intense! My house was in disbelief. Everyone went quiet. I can’t wait to see where this is going. We want retribution. We can’t wait till the Son’s make this right. Other than that all I can say is we are addicted. Can’t wait till next week. Good to be back. I hope everything is good with you and yours.
FAT BOB
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Wednesday July 22, 2009
By
admin at 5:47 pm
So I am back again. Read your posts. Is it real or is it real or is it Memorex? If you read any earlier posts you would know that the spokes mc is a made up name. I am keeping the name of the club I am in out of this for good reason. Tell you what though, I am attaching the photos of the bike I built, as I told you I would. I don’t know of I mentioned that I ended up getting some 80 spoke wheels. After I crashed the bike one of my club brothers came over while I was resting up and brought a prospect over and while I sat back and had a few cold ones the prospect changed those 40 spoke wheels for 80. Only took him five hours. All the beers we let him drink didn’t speed him up either. Boy might just make it. You FOR SURE get enough rope to hang your self. We want to see the real you. How you are drunk, AND sober, If drinking is your thing. Not everyone drinks, but if you do, better be able to handle it.
I know I mentioned that I crashed the tank. Well I switched the tin off an ’87 FXR and this is what you got. I put the dented tank there for you all to see. That was a bad ass paint job , the old school flames. Just one overlap. I will probably do some pin striping on the silver.
Everything’s good with me, I been working which is good, in this day and age just having a job is a special thing. And yes, I will write this blog as long as they let me, for sure into the new season.
Speaking of which I had a chance to talk to some people that work on the show recently and all I can say I can’t wait for next year. I bet we will be the number one show on the air by episode 1. I know, that everyone I know has been asking me when the new season will start. I think a box set is coming out soon.
Everything else is the same. Working a lot to make ends meet. All the Brothers are on the street. No one is locked up. Not Bad. Bike’s running good. Getting along with the old Lady. Thinking about getting another dog, don’t know if I am ready yet. Only time will tell. Just trying to enjoy life. Work or play it’s all the same. Just enjoy it all. This is the life. Club Life. The ONLY life for me. I hope this found you all Healthy Free and Happy.
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Friday May 22, 2009
By
admin at 9:11 am
Life is full of ups and downs. One of the things I learned in my prospecting years was not to let things bother you. When most guys, the ones that usually make it, come into the program it’s all new and exciting, you’re meeting all these new members and you want to do good, no, great. You want to stand out and show the membership what you’re made of and what this means to you. Which damn sure oughta be EVERYTHING.
I don’t want to get away from the point, I tend to do that some time, a prospect will probably be worrying at all times, “Am I doing enough?” That’s cool, except you gotta learn to take everything in stride. You can’t run around like a chicken with its head cut off. In fact to me, what I want to see is that, for the prospect, everything is like water on a ducks back. You can’t get a rise out of him — there is nothing he can’t handle with a smile on his face. WE can’t get to him, his girl can’t get to him, the cops — NO ONE. He is just calm and cool.
This is the training I have been having lately. Again. My dog never came back. It’s been three weeks and four days since he left and I am coming to grips with the fact that he is gone. I gotta think he was so friendly that he adapted to whoever fed and took care of him. I’ve heard all these stories about dogs running away and coming back, even a year later, who knows? I wish he would come back, except wishin’ don’t make it so. I just hope he’s being well taken care of. If he is supposed to come back, he will. You never know how the wind can blow.
I finished the bike. Came out pretty good. I ended up swapping the forty spoke wheels and a chrome Linkert carburetor that has been sitting on the shelf for years, for some eighty spoke wheels. They ain’t new but they look damn good with the chrome fourteen inch T bars. Here is the sad part, I was coming back from the city and splitting lanes at about fifty. I was behind another member, who also rides crazy, and traffic was at a dead stop. We came up on some Japanese bikes that wouldn’t move fast enough, so my pal, jumped over to the center lane and we continued the race, NOT SMART. You don’t want to split lanes on both sides of a row of cars cause the driver can easily get startled by the sound of your motor, or the sight of you barreling up the white line and try to get out of your way and hit your pal.
This was not the case for us, instead an open space came free in the center and some secretary in her Honda Accord jumped for it, looked to her right, saw me coming and froze like a deer in the headlights. I locked up the brakes and slid upright for about two car lengths, with the stopped traffic watching me wizz by, members and prospects, behind me, till the bike high sided and threw me off. I hit the pavement running faster than I can travel.
I stopped turned around picked up the bike, had the prospect hold the front so I could bend back the bars, and the RACE WAS ON.
We took off with all the citizens staring in their cages in disbelief. They were probably thinking, “These Bikers are CRAZY”.
As I was barreling through the tunnel all I could think was, “Tuck and Roll, Not Bad for an OLD MAN”.
The only damage the bike sustained is the tank is dented, not the money shot, the left side, bent the riser bolts, and my side cover broke off. I fixed everything but the tank. I will get a camera and post a shot.
That’s what I mean by water on a duck’s back. What you gonna do? Same thing you always do. Keep On
Keepin’ On.
FAT BOB
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Tuesday April 28, 2009
By
admin at 2:03 pm
Brotherhood. That’s what this whole thing is about. Love. The Love of your brothers and Family. There are many Brotherhoods in the world, ours just happens to be built around a motorcycle. I haven’t written in a while cause my life lately has resembled a country music song; let me tell you about it.
I went to a big anniversary of a member from another charter in my club about two weeks ago. The ride out to Arizona was good. About 800 miles from my house. We split it up into two days and took it easy. Mostly I love the ride itself. The party is always fun. And honoring a Brother for his commitment and devotion to Our Thing is always very special, but for me I just happen to really love the ride.
While I was in Arizona we got word that one of the members from my charter’s wife had passed away. Bad news. The ride back was solemn. It is always big planning to plan a funeral. Everyone has to be notified, arrangements have to be made, and there has to be time given for people to show up.
The funeral was a week later. The viewing was on a Saturday afternoon and the burial was on Sunday. There was quite a few members at the viewing, we stayed till the place closed then rode back to the clubhouse and just hung out together.
On Sunday we met at the clubhouse again to go to the burial. We rode about sixty miles through the rain. When we got to the mortuary there were so many members from all over my heart swelled with pride. Pride at the Love that we shared for our Brother. I know for a fact that most of these members did not know My Brothers wife so well, but that is not what matters at all. What matters is the Brothers. To stand tall with your Brother when he needs you.
We rode through town to the cemetery and when we got there we all parked our bikes and surrounded the burial plot. Some cops must have seen us and they called the task force who also pulled in and stood there taking pictures of us. Needless to say that made quite a few members lose their minds and that became a yelling match between us and them. Talk about no class at all. Class is a serious thing to posses. It is part of your upbringing, your training. If you got no class you will never make it through this program. Gotta show class. Those cops escorted us out of town to the highway, then rode with us for ten miles till we got out of their county.
Then to add insult to injury when I got home my dog had broken out of the house. He had been playing with a bitch in heat for two days and I guess he lost his mind. Me and my ol’ Lady don’t have any kids, our dog was like our son. We put flyers all over town and have been looking at all the pounds. I got a call yesterday with a guy asking me about the reward, he had my dog and I need to come get him. Well I don’t live in exactly the best neighborhood, and where they told me to go is where all the local gang bangers sell drugs. As a matter of fact last week a guy went to this exact same spot to find his dog and he got shot and robbed. I didn’t know any of this, but my girl did. While I was racing to this bad area to get my dog word got out that I was going there and seven other members showed up exactly as I did, including the Brother that lost his wife. I am sure it was a crank call cause no one came out with my dog, in fact no one came out at all or ever called back. They must have been watching from a house and when they saw seven members in club shirts and patches they probably figured that we were as strapped, as they were, and decided we were more trouble than we were worth. They were right. I am certain had I showed up alone I probably would not be here to be writing this blog now.
LOVE. BROTHERHOOD. That’s what this is about. Family. Putting your Brothers first. Above all else. Always us. Us First. The Brothers.
Don’t let this blog depress you; I have to keep a positive outlook. I have to visualize good things, that my dog is alive and coming back to me. If and when he does I will let you know.
I hope everyone is well and happy. Realize what we have. It is each other.
FAT BOB
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Monday April 13, 2009
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admin at 10:53 am
I woke up Saturday morning and I knew I had to get a few things done quick so I could go on the run. There are two parties today about eighty miles apart, and my charter is meeting at the club house at noon, and leaving at one. Leaving at one means exactly that. Saddle up in the two minute warning and LEAVE at one. If you miss the pack, you’re fined. Ten dollars.
I hauled my ass down to the welding shop to finish up an order so I can get paid. If you don’t got no dough it makes life way more difficult being a member. Club life aint cheap. You gotta go places, do things, bikes gotta be running and registered.
I got to the Clubhouse and almost everyone was there. We have three prospects in our charter now and a couple of guys just checking it out, seeing if this is for them. If this is for you, then you know it through and through. You are HOME. A real famous guy in my club once said “if you Love it we will see you a mile away, and if you don’t we will see that too.”
We took off right at one, fifteen guys in the pack, nine members three prospects, and the three guys ‘checking it out’. These guys are friends of members, and like I said, they’re here to check it out, or else they could never ride in our pack.
We take it easy till the freeway but as soon as we hit the on ramp we take off like rocket ships. Everyone can really ride, and we got souped-up motors with cams, within seconds we are doing a hundred in the fast lane and splitting lanes at ninety when the traffic backs up. We lose the civilians in the first quarter mile, and within a mile the prospects are doing every thing they can to keep up. It took me more than three years to prospect, and that was some time ago. Not much has changed though, if you want the votes you gotta ride great, fight great, think for yourself and BE A MAN. We ain’t looking for the toughest or the smartest, you just gotta fit in. It’s a family. And you don’t gotta win, but you DO gotta fight. Gotta know we can count on you.
The first party was about fifty miles away and we rode like a swarm of bees, weaving in and out of traffic at ninety, the tightest formation possible.
I could see in my rear view a highway patrol officer way, way back there and he was coming up fast. We didn’t slow down one bit, not so much as we don’t care, cause if he is pulling us over we get pulled over like everybody else, but more cause at that speed you don’t spend a lot of time looking in the rear view.
By the time we noticed him the traffic got real thick so we slowed down and he started cruising with us on the side. He pulled ahead and got off on our exit. We pulled off and he was waiting at the stop sign, he rolled down his window and asked,
”You guys in a rush?”
Big Paulie looked at him cool as can be and said,
“Naa, It’s a beautiful day, just feeling alive.”
The cop looked at the pack and said,
“See if you guys can slow it down a little.”
Then he took off. It would have been a hassle to give all of us tickets, and besides, he could see we could ride, and we weren’t drunk or loaded. At least not yet.
The first party was packed. It’s a local club in town that we support. Their clubhouse was redone and looked awesome. These guys are all about twenty-five to thirty and a bunch of wheelie poppin psychos. The party drew about two hundred people. They had a track set up with 50cc races with an announcer and everything. Tri-tip and potato salad, full bar. It was off the hook.
We stayed there for a few hours, showed our support, then got back on the bikes and hauled ass back to the town. The sun was down now so it was a little cooler but still nice. There is NOTHING like cruising at ninety to make man feel alive. Fifty miles later I pulled off the exit and grabbed my old lady. She had some food made and I scarfed that down and we got on the bike and hauled ass forty miles in the other direction to a big anniversary party of one of the charters in my club.
I was a little late being that I had to pick up my girl, so I really double timed it to the party. My chick is the kind of girl that no matter how fast I go she is on the back saying, “faster, faster.”
The anniversary party was great. Members came from all over and that is what this is about. FAMILY. I stayed there till the early hours in the morning. I wanted to get out before the sun came up. Pulling my old lady away from friends she hasn’t seen in a while is like pulling teeth. It’s easier to knock them out.
I grabbed her and through her on the bike and me and one of the young members from my charter took off and raced home.
That was my Saturday. How was yours.
FAT BOB
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Friday March 27, 2009
By
admin at 9:40 am
SO I think I am making some headway in my project. I just sent the risers to get chromed. I went with fourteen inch T bars. I had the bike all black but I decided to put red flames with a white pin stripe. I also decided to use old school flames which is only one over lap. Seems like the more modern bikes have scalloped flames or a whole bunch of overlaps. The old flame jobs had no overlaps at all, least that’s how I remember it. I am certain there are some haters out there that will remember it different.
I also went with forty spoke front and rear wheels. I like mags. There is no tube in them so they are easier to fix on the road, but I like the look of spokes. I had to use an old Thunderheader exhaust only cause money is running tight, I will order a new when funds allow it.
Only thing left to do is the wiring harness. I gotta say electrics is not my best thing, I am more of a mechanical guy. I leave the electrics to the electricians. Electrics will separate mechanics from a good one to a great one. It’s one thing to be able to put a bike together like a puzzle and another to be able to diagnose a broken motorcycle on the side of the road.
Everything else is good with me. Real busy, which is good. Better than not having anything to do at all.
As soon as I am done with the bike I will post a pic. Shouldn’t be too long. Painters always take their sweet time.
And by the way, an “Outlaw bike” to me is a bike that has been stripped down and made into exactly that. If you take a police special, and strip it down and make it your own, less the blinkers and siren, take off the police windshield and speedo, give it paint that you like and ride it with your Outlaw buddies then I would imagine it is an Outlaw bike. Least it aint an “Inlaw bike”.
I appreciate the support everybody but don’t trip on the haters. Until next time, I am as ever,
FAT BOB
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