Can Barack Obama, the annointed one, land a jet fighter on an aircraft carrier? At night?
'Nuff said.
From reader Patty S.
Random thoughts from Bikers - what we hear or see on the road or things we get from our readers.
Can Barack Obama, the annointed one, land a jet fighter on an aircraft carrier? At night?
'Nuff said.
From reader Patty S.
I rode out about 9:30, hooked up with half of our Jacksonville writing team, Tim (below with a Dixie Biker Hello as we headed over the Granada Bridge) and headed to the Deadwood Saloon on US Hwy 1 across from the Iron Horse. I hadda drop by to pick up our Dixie Biker Illustrated Biketoberfest 2008 spokesmodel, Missi R. She was gonna be the Hot Chick part of the Ol' Skool Chopper Show.
After loadin' Missi on the DixieGlide, in Boots' seat (Boots was comin' in the pick-up cuz of her broken leg and wheel chair), we headed south on Hwy 1 about six miles to Tropical Tattoo. We hadda get in early to get things set before the hordes started arriving! Before I forget ... I gotta give a shout-out and thanks to my bro Ronnie, owner of Deadwood Saloon and McHenry's Irish Pub in Flagler Beach, for lettin' us hijack Missi for the day. She's workin' a beer tub at the Deadwood Saloon the entire 10 days of Biketoberfest and we kinda 'borrowed' her for the day. She'll be back workin' today (Friday) and thru the weekend, and will definitely be on hand for our Dixie Biker Biketoberfest Happy Hours party tonight!
The Ol' Skool Bike Show registration 'officially' starts at 12 Noon, ends at 2 o'clock and then the judges do their thing. Those in the know, however, start arrivin' by 11 am and Marcus graciously gets 'em registered and parked. Though this bike (below) isn't what the show's all about, Chopper Dan outta Jacksonville asked Missi if she'd git on it for a couple of pictures before the lot got jammed.
Looks pretty good, doncha think? Nice lines, huh?
Each year we've met hundreds of folks enterin' their bikes in the show, and are also surprised by some of the industry's long time chopper builders droppin' by. Below is Dave Perowitz with Willie and Missi.
In true-to-the-core old school fashion, Willie doesn't pay appearance fees, endorsement fees or any shit like that. The builders drop by to see what folks like you and I are buildin' in their garages with help from small, local shops or wrenches. They may be 'famous', but they're true to their roots and just wanna git out and see y'all - the real deal folks buildin' for the love of ridin' the open road. Not buildin' those pieces of crap Bike Night bar-hoppin', bolt-on chrome from a catalog bikes with thirteen miles a month on the odo. But I digress ...
Missi was lookin' fine as hell in her basic black bikini, but Willie wanted to get her in a Tropical Tattoo "I'm Not You're Role Model" tee. No problemo. She got one on but Boots (though a little hindered with her full-leg cast) hadda make some modifications after Missi said "C'mon Boots, help me out here ... make me HOT!"
"Shoot, girl," replied Boots. "You're hot-as-hell as it is, but com 'ere - I'll hook ya up."
Well Boots hooked her up and Missi was hot so of course I hadda get a picture of her with the Dixie Glide.
Then Chopper Dan decided he needed some more pictures of Missi on his bike so he rolled it around back and we kinda did our thing. He promised Missi a good tip for some pictures ...
' Course anytime you get a hot chick on a chopper you're gonna git lotsa whore-doggin' men around shootin' pictures. Least the folks were generous with the dollar bills when Boots hollered, "Tips, boys! She's gotta make a livin'!"
Our West Coast writer-rep, Dice, rode over for the day with his road bro Magic. Ya know I hadda get a picture of them ...
... and then a shot of the lovely Missi on Dice's awesome Shovelhead.
This bike show is what livin' in the Southland's all about - good folks hangin' at a local joint, shootin' the shit under a couple of old oak trees out back, sippin' beers and tellin' lies. Then every year, guaranteed, you'll see some shit that just makes you say, "WTF?!" And some crazy dude, like Noah (below), rides up on something he put together in the back yard under that ol' oak tree. This is the PBR Bobber. Course he didn't put it in the show, he just rode up to check out the bikes and then folks were checkin' out his shit, shakin' their heads, laughin' and sayin', "WTF" or something similiar. Way to go, Noah.
Dixie Biker readers Chuck and Lori (above) rode in from Interlachen and went home with an award for best Rat Bike. Congratulations to you guys! Then reader Jimmy, from Weeki Watchee (right) got his picture with Missi. He won the Panhead class after ridin' in straight from Ohio. He hadn't even made it home to the West Coast of Florida. "I wouldn't miss this show, Monk," he told me. "First heard about it through Dixie Biker five or six years ago and I've been comin' ever since and it looks like it finally paid off for me. I've been coveting this award. It's the best chopper show on the planet! Thank you Willie and Company and DBI! You guys keep it real."
By the time Missi and I loaded up around 5 o'clock, the back yard had pretty mcuh emptied out, the shadows were gittin' long and it was good to get back in the breeze.
It was a long, hot, but absolutely great day. Hangin' with awesome people, kick-ass bikes, a great host in Willie and Company, and not to mention gittin' to hang out with our Spokesmodel Missi all day. Man, it don' git no mo' better 'an 'at, y'all.
Hope to see y'all on Thursday of Bike Week 2009 for the next iteration of this awesome show.
Carolina Dave and I had been working on The Sanford Bike Fest Event guide and he asked me if I could come up with an ad for the contest to include in the Guide. "Sure, bro. We can handle that. It oughta be a good contest and make you even more infamous than you already are!"
Next he talked with the folks at Wayne Densch Distributing, the Budweiser distributor for the great Orlando area, and they agreed to sponsor the event with a couple of kegs to fill the bong. Times are pretty tough, and since they couldn't find another sponsor, Carolina Dave and Craven hadda dig in their own pockets for materials to construct the monster Beer Bong. Then they hadda cnstruct the contraption. Since they both have 'real' jobs and businesses to run, it meant six long nights workin' til the wee hours to get the beer bong built in time, set up and ready to go.
They accomplished their mission with hours to spare and got the bong set up with 152 seperate 'nipples', udders, teats or whatever in the hell you wanna call 'em. When Kirby, owner of Seminole Power Sports, got a look at the 'ingenius' beer drinkin' device, and the thousands of folks millin' around, he stepped up, in his understated way, and donated $250 to Carolina Dave and Craven for the materials. "That's biker ingeniutiy!" Thanks, Kirby - takin' care of bikers. And it's also the way he runs his motorcycle, ATV and personal watercraft dealership and is just one more example of why Seminole Power Sports has been Dixie Biker Recommended for over eight years now.
Carolina Dave, Doug and Craven spent most of Saturday, October 11 recruitin' folks for the 5 o'clock beer-bong-blast off. Not being allowed to set up near the main stage made their job a little more difficult and Dave was hoarse with not much voice left by the time they got it goin'. But gittin' 'er done? They did. Shoot, they even enlisted Boots, below, to participate though she was in a wheel chair and full leg cast.
Another pretty lady, below, demonstrated proper technique.
'Course they hadda hype the hell outta the event, get folks lined up under their tubes and give instructions to the rookies so it actually got goin' at right about 5:30. The sun was beginnin' to set and shadows were gettin' long, but the temps were still in the low ninties, so folks were ready to quench their thirst with some ice-cold draft. These two pretty young ladies primed the kegs then threw the valves and filled the bong with Bud.