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April Fuels; Spring is in the air ; destianation motorcycle trips start now!

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It was February- 2017.. I was scrolling through Instagram and started seeing photos telling me that this ride, this ride I've seen get flooded out, frozen out, postponed and rescheduled.. Is coming up- it's in Indiana.. Not far, it looks like all bikes are welcome, and it's in April- so it is the first ride of the year, and I have a new goal to get my Ironhead running.   I've known about the April Fuels ride in Indiana only from the internet.   Vague ride photos of folks posing in knee deep water, bundled to the hilt as if it were below zero- riding these hills of green and skies of blue- with captions like "wet, sketchy and fun as fuck" faces full of smiles.   I had never been able to make the commitment due to my job.   But April Fuels 3 was going to be the year that I made it.   Well, the weather wasn’t cooperating, and the run got pushed into May, so I didn't make it. And somewhere in the back of my head I was glad- because my Ironhead wouldn

Chronicals of lost time in Chopper land: Working on the '76 Ironhead

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Breeze  Every now and then.. life gets so busy, and it seems you get lost in the tidal wave of appointments, events, mishaps, and circumstances.  If you take a step back and just enjoy the ride, eventually the dust settles and you can reflect on what you accomplished without sacrificing your self, or your beliefs, or your sanity- so it's super hectic, but in a really good way.  The way that you meet new and awesome people, get to spend time with ones you love or fall into love, you accomplish a goal or reach a target.. things are finished and time has passed.. and now come the stories... Last summer, after my trip to Montana, I attended the Clam Jam, a local Indy chopper party with rad people and good times... (I wrote a blog way back my first year attending, if you want to check it out ) While I was there a dude wrecked his Frankenstein of a bike, later known to me as The flyingt1t , on the dirt track he was ripping around.  The alternator blade on his bike ate his foot..

Why I Ride, an introspective about life, loss and living.

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There are five main personality traits, they say, in this world.  And you can swing to either extreme end of any or all of these to make up your personality: extroversion, agreeableness, openness, conscientiousness,  and neuroticism. In a life t ime, you will meet and notice how some of these traits are dominant in some people, and they may let one or another trait really represent their overall personality.  In the years I've spent on this planet, I have worked in sales and with people for over 18 of them.  I have dealt with more people in my life than most would ever imagine.  Hundreds a day- thousands a week- being in Sales, you kind of become a psudo-psychiatric expert.  People talk, they tell you their thoughts, desires, needs, and you learn what signs certain pe rsonalities throw off.  You begin to be able to read people so well, that you can call their next moves, and guide them to buy what you are selling. Why the lesson in Psychology- I'm reading a motorcycle rid

Rocky Mountain Roll- on Helena- my 2007 1200 Sportster Nightster ~PICTURE HEAVY~

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This year I was fortunate enough to take my vacation during peak summer riding season- like STURGIS season.  The prime time to be out moto-ing on your bike- and I saw so many people I knew across the country because of motorcycles.  I met so many people again this trip across the country, because of my motorcycles.  I can not lend enough credit towards how my life would be COMPLETELY different had I not bought my first Harley and fallen in love with two wheels over 11 years ago... My life is full, and feels complete in so many ways thanks to Harley-Davidson motorcycles, and the community that embraces the true biker lifestyle. I began packing for my trip one week from departure.  I felt pretty solid on my choices.  This time it was a summer trip- NOT October.  It should be warm the whole time, I'll only need one jacket- skip the leather, Shorts, tanks and one cropped hoodie. DONE!  Typical bathroom supplies, and this time, NO HOTELS, so I was prepared to sleep outside for