Switch backs are a funny thing. It reminds me of Arnold's opening scene in Commando.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Thursday, June 19, 2014
I am still hashing memories of the trip to Castle Rock. A gathering of some of my best friends and that was a lot of travel because most of my best friends are from far away places like England and fucking Kansas. There were many trophies, empty bottles and new friends made. A quality gathering indeed! When something new happens people do not know what to expect and when the correct energies get together it is something special and rare. I hope it happens again!
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Just another dumpster bike turned race bike. I think I and other people often over look the fact that a old heap in near stock condition can make a great flattracker. besides the high output mods made to the engine this bike is really very stock. Taller shocks, fork spring preload spacers (11/16 sockets), a front wheel on the back, some bars, and a tank and seat. Bob is your mother fucking uncle! That said, the last time I raced it, she scared the shit out of me. big time. I think it may be time to look into that brass bushing swing arm mod. or a new swing arm. OR.... a Co-Built frame!!!
Monday, June 16, 2014
Thursday, June 5, 2014
I survived another Dirt Quake! Chopper speedway is hairy in more ways than one. Cowboy and I made the 20+ hour drive to Castle Rock Washington with minor difficulty and major whiskey consumption. I raced my XS Saturday night in the local club race and won the vintage twins class. 4th in 30+. The Vicious Cycles played in the pits amongst free beer. Sunday was a true spectacle of inappropriate speedway shenanigans. sidehacks, bikini tops, anything and everything, and so many huge smiles! Every time I pulled the old triumph chopper off the track we had to bailing wire, zip ty, duct tape or bungee chord something back on. In the main I rode as hard as I thought possible on the shit box of whitworth bolts. A fellow behind me folded his forks and had a fantastic low side. With a few laps to go I noticed my fuel tank dangling by the fuel line beside me, I snatched it up and tried to hold it on with my knees. Second place caught me on the last lap. We locked bars in 3 and 4, I had my inside peg plowing up dirt like crazy. It was insane! Ended up getting passed but by mistake was given 1st. I swapped trophies with the dude and told him how sick he was. Sick indeed. Just plain fucking retarded we are to do such a thing. I loved it!