FUCK BUFFALO WILD WINGS!

Time to check out the parts

Eight years and my aluminum and plastic intake is still doin' it's job...A Holley 2110 "Bug Sprayer" carb sits atop the intake while Schedule 40 PVC serves as intake runners.

Never Forget!

YouTube - AIDES Smutley

YouTube - AIDES Smutley

Folk Uke - "Mother F***er Got F***ed Up" (warning:adult language)

Only YOU Can Prevent Forest Fires!

A few weeks back I remarked that I knew spring was just around tha' corner when a neighbor yelled "Turn that piece of shit off!" when I was out warmin' up tha' scooter. Piece of shit aside, it WAS startin' to sound LOUD (and not in a good way), so I loaded up on a couple of hydrocodone and commenced to fixin' my exhaust. Years ago I found some fishtails at a swap meet and welded 'em onto tha' stock head pipes. My (fun) ride is a raggedy-ass Goldwing stripped down to 2 wheels and an engine (I ride an old bagger to work). Tha' wing ding has 2 "two-into-one" pipes. I replaced tha' other one last fall. Since then, tha' rain, snow and salt that goes with it has rusted tha' shit outta' tha' head pipes. I yanked tha' muffler off of tha' bike, cut off tha ' old head pipes and set to weldin' a "new" (junker) head pipe in its place. I got everything measured up 'n figured out and drug out my trusty welder. After welding for a few minutes, I smelled smoke, lifted up tha' visor and noticed that I had set tha' yard on fire. I grabbed an old towel layin' nearby and started to swat at tha' flames all tha' while sayin' "shit, shit, shit" and hopin' tha' OL wasn't watchin'. Well, of course tha' towel was soaked in oil and shit so IT promptly caught on fire, too. Now I'm sayin' "shit, shit, shit" and stompin' tha fire with my feet. I finally overturned a trash barrel nearby and there was enough water in it to put tha' fire out.
Lookin' around, I figured I'd better move to a less "burnable" area to finish tha' job. I moved over to tha' sidewalk and got back to work. Before long, I smelled smoke again and, throwin' my visor back up, looked over at my first fire mess. I didn't see any any smoke there and was gonna' get back to weldin' until I looked down and I was on fire! Seems a spark had found its way into tha' chest pocket of my bibs... Tha' VERY pocket I was keepin' a wad of money in! "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!", I pulled out what was left of tha' money (It's crispy on one end but should still spend), slapped out tha' fire in my bibs and finally got tha' pipe welded and back on tha' bike.
In hindsight, I probably shoulda' just said "Fuck it!", left tha' bike loud and tha' neighbors bitchin' because everybody knows LOUD PIPES SAVE LIVES (and the life they save could be mine). Gotta' go. I think I smell somethin' burnin'. :)

Fuggit!

Since updatin' my webpage requires me to use tha' desktop, I've opened up this friggin' BLOG in an attempt to be able to post shit whenever tha' need hits. My laptop, which my OL says has now become my mistress, is an old MacBook I got in exchange for doin' some 'puter work. Tha' MacBook is decent enough, and is tough as nails, but since it's a friggin' MAC ya' can't run most PC apps on it... Of course, my (free) webpage designer is PC only, so you get tha' idea...

Anyway, here's tha' first of many (?) posts to come... Since I eat, sleep and SHIT all things motorcycle, there's a good chance this here blog thingy will be about things on two wheels. I may bitch and moan about other things as tha' need occurs, so who knows what'll show up here? Regardless, stay safe out there and hold on tight 'cause life is a strange mamm jammer, y'all! Respects, Squirts