Monday, August 24, 2009

Badass biker

Badass biker. This is a work that really makes me think. Have you heard this from someone before? Has anyone called you this? I have heard this term often lately. What exactly defines a badass biker? Seriously, what? I'm not really even sure if I can define this.

3 ppl I know have recently termed me a badass biker. When this was said to me, my expression was exactly the same. I look at them with such a gaze as to question why they have deamed me as such and what exactly define this.

I thought for this on quite some time. So I decided to take this to an internet source (although not Webster's Dictionary, has some use in common terminology and slang) http://www.urbandictionary.com. I would break this down into 2 searches. The first being badass.

1. badass
The epitome of the American male. He radiates confidence in everything he does, whether it's ordering a drink, buying a set of wheels, or dealing with women. He's slow to anger, brutally efficient when fighting back.

The badass carves his own path. He wears, drives, drinks, watches, and listens to what he chooses, when he chooses, where he chooses, uninfluenced by fads or advertising campaigns. Badass style is understated but instantly recognizable. Like a chopped Harley or a good pair of sunglasses: simple, direct, and functional.

After reading this, I did see this as me. I honestly had no idea I was going to pull this definition up. If you've ever used this site you will know that there are many definitions for each word. Just so happens that this is the first one, and it really surprised me. Now lets look at the second word biker.

1. biker

A biker is some one who not only owns a motorbike but rides it for pleasure as well as mere transport. They tend to be a friendly bunch but any who crosses them will be "persuaded" not to do so again!
Hells Angel

3. Biker

Man who eats, breathes and sleeps Harley Davidson. Doesn't own a cage, only owns his Harley. One not to be messed with. Answers to nobody but himself. They make the best friends. Bikers say what they mean and mean what they say. Very large balls. Real bikers ride Harley Davidson motorcycles.
He's a biker and belongs to a MC. Cops are afraid of bikers when they don't have their guns and badges. Bikers are quality people. He's not a biker, he rides a rice rocket. A lot of wannabe's think that they're real bikers. Bikers have no fear!

I am a little annoyed that they mention Hells Angels in the first definition. I'm also offended by the 3rd definition. I don't own a Harley. One does not have to own a Harley to be a biker. I would consider anyone who rides any motorcycle including crotch rockets a biker. They are a different breed, but they are still bikers. I also own a cage, although rarely drive it since my bike is my main form of transportation. And an MC? I know blenty of ppl I would consider bikers who are not members of a riding club or motorcycle club.

Ok after taking a moment so I'm not annoyed with other ppl's definition of a biker, my mind comes back to reality and I still couldn't think of my own definition. What do you think a badass biker is? I'm not sure I quite know. I would have never thought of myself as a badass biker. I'm just a biker. I have many qualities as most bikers so and also have my own qualities that make me different. Is it the patch on my vest? Only one that sticks out is the one that says "Proud American Gun Owner". There are plenty of gun owners in the world that do not own a motorcycle. I'm just a simple biker. What is a badass biker to you?

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Hail Mary

Church. Its a word that everyone knows. It's something that most don't really think about, don't analyze. But when one does think about it, God, angels & even heaven come to mind. For a biker, for most bikers, church means something much different. Not the breaking of the bread, nor is it the standing, sitting, kneeling they do, not even prayer or songs.

I've heard it before, many times. Not with me in the conversation. Not with me listening to the conversation. More of just over hearing it.

This was a recent thought. Tonite was bike nite. The guys and gals are great. I love these pppl, I really do. Although I haven't known them long, I believe they would give me the shirt off their backs if they had no more in their closet. Family. That's what I see, that's I think about when I think about them. There is rarely any handshaking, mostly just hugs. A hug is very warm and tender. Even from another brother. And the term brother is not to be used lightly. But in this case, brother. This feels like family.

Everyone was leaving at the same time. Brett (the prospect) and I were the last ones out. On the way out he asked me if I was going to church next Sunday. I had not one single bit of hesitation. This felt much of an honor. To be asked to join them with such little time between us. Brett already asked Lodur if I was coming and Lodur told him yes. I had no previous knowledge of this at all, but I am honored. Saturday is a Rough Rider MC event that I will be going to with the family. Lodur is going to the Cardinal's game and will not be there. But I know some of the others will. I feel much like a little kid with the excitement of not being able to sleep the night before Christmas. Church. Church is perfect.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Abra Cadabra! Could it be Magic?

Yesterday evening I was having a beer with the club. I walked out of the bar to head home and noticed my nasty looking pipes. I couldn't believe it. They looked like crap. There was this black gunk on them. Not a small spot either.



Lucky for me this wasn't the first time this had ever happened to me. My last bike was an 85 Honda Davidson as some call it. Its a Honda Shadow VT1100C and since it looks quit a bit like a Harley it got its nickname. I had laid the bike down and since the insurance was to pay for it, I decided to change out the stock exhaust for the only exhaust available for it, by a company called MAC that I've never heard of. No heat shields of course....would recommend them at all. However because of the way that the pipes had to run it was right by the right foot peg. Very close. And often I was melt some of my boot onto the pipe.

I pretty much figured I was screwed, but was still quite happy that my exhaust was loud. One day a buddy came over and noticed the spot. He told me he could take it pretty quickly. He pulled out some Blue Magic brand metal polish cream.



I told him he was crazy and that the leather was cooked into the pipe and had been that way for months. He ignored me, grabbed a microfiber rag, dabbed a little on and kept rubbing away at it. Finally the spot was gone...and I was forever sold on it.

Today was quite the similar situation, only I knew I could get it out. Don't get me wrong, its not really quick, but I think this only took me about 30 minutes. You have to put a little elbow grease into it and push while rubbing it in. In fact I use my nail thru the microfiber towel. Look its magic! It has ammonia in it, so you'll want to be careful. Note: DO try this at home, this was not an actually professional.









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Friday, August 14, 2009

Sons of Anarchy season 2

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SOA season 2 is to begin with the season premiere on September 8th. The season will show to be shocking and exciting.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Night out with the MC

I had a great time with the MC last nite. They seem to be a great bunch. I spent quite a while talking to the prospect as far as his opinions and how they treat him. The members told me all about the club. They invited me to come back next Thursday with them. This time we are going to have a beer and ride to what used to be called Coyote Hill. It has new ownership who is biker friendly this time. Even a short ride, I think this is needed for me to see if I fit in with them. Apparently so far, I am pretty sure they think I do.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Updated

Its been a while since updated.

Ultimately the shop screwed my bike up. I soldered the rear brake switch wires back on. Horn isn't fixed but I'm pretty sure the auto relay is damaged again. Not important to deal with right now.

I was lucky enough to get invited to hang out with Desert Thunder MC tonite. Could be interesting.