Up to no good

I got pulled over on the SV last weekend. Actually, technically I got road blocked by a couple of federal officers. Something about speed, passing, and evading. After explaining that if I was evading I wouldn't be there sharing such lovely conversation dressed in my race leathers, so they dropped the evading charge at least but I get to go to federal court next month. I reckon the license plate comes back off, it didn't last long. But like the Irish road racers say: I'm here for a good time, not a long time.

Much love amigos!

 

Shit in the shop October two thousand twenty

 

How to make people hate you; Buy a race car.

 It is a hard thing to be excited about because friends and family do not know what to think of racing sickness. The worried family members think you must be spending hundreds of thousands of dollars while in reality I am just scrounging by on a few hundred, dumpsters, and compassionate fellow race junkies relinquishing bits that need a good home. I bought this 1979 Pontiac Grand Prix a month ago. Between the vibe of weird envy from some of my two wheeler friends and the fact that I don't care to publicize me personal life much on the damn instagram sham  (Not sure why I do here) I have not shared it but here and now I spill my guts; I am into race cars. I am currently reading no less than four books about Pikes Peak Hill Climb History, Eight back issues of Super Chevy, and numerous racing/ performance parts catalogues.  The car has an established history of Hill Climb racing in Colorado. The car was sold race ready.... ten years ago. To somebody who though they wanted to use it for circle track. They never did, thankfully but they did rob it's engine and transmission. Err.  I bought it for $1K even plus $175 in van gas to go pick it up with my super high quality low and light race car trailer. One of my customers then sold me a complete 350 engine and tranny combo for $150 and I am now in the process of figuring out how to build them for under $20K. Not! More like nothing or whatever hepatitis infested machine shop trash cans I have to dig through. Maybe I should just keep earning my spendings the best way I know how and that is fixing and pimping the shit out of motorbikes. My shop has been crazy fucking busy this year. Like three dicked dog busy. It is like my spring time rush has never ended. Make some hay while the sun shines and keep the consumer driven capitalist hamster wheel a spinning I shall. Living that American dream. Long tickle the dick Dick Trickle.

Do somthing origonal, why don't ya!

 The ego tells me that I am a brave racer conquering uncharted frontier but while searching history of the PPHC I find Brian Hartung raced the Pikes Peak Hill Climb in 1981.