5 & Dime Trading Co.

I don't know if anyone reads this blog anymore. Well I know you don't cause I had it deleted/private since January but anyways, I'm back doin' shit, over at 5&Dime Trading Co.  

I'll leave this one up sort of like an archive man. Come join the fun over at 5 & Dime.

Shovellin'

Came home from work to this, so I shovelled it. First big dump of the year man
Then I shovelled this.

My boots is worn out, but that’s ok. I sit down when I play anyway.

My good friend Emily just drove her 1979 Dodge van, with her 79 sportster in the back from Washington to Arizona to go to school at MMI. She doesn't have a motorcycle blog, or own any of the cool hip t-shirts, and isn't friends with the hot up and coming dudes in the latest dice mag, she's the real fucking deal, more than any dude I know, she gets it. Y'all should be ashamed.

Moved, new job, already ready to ramble.

I've got ramblin' fever in my blood again. Moving to a different town and leaving everything behind waiting for me makes me realize how much I don't actually belong here. My new job is fucking great, and living with Ramblin' Roddy is gonna be awesome, tons of bikes and car stuff going on, and music stuff too, but I can't stay here forever. It ain't me babe.

Fuck all the songs that aren't this song.

Saw this at the corner store, very 70s feeling. Dig it.

Found a girl in a Tuscaloosa Bar

I'll only be making 40 more posts on here, for the rest of time. I might make 40 today, or one a year for 40 years, but once I've made 40 more posts I'll hit 666 posts, and the devil will own my blog's soul...

When I don’t get into heaven, I won’t ask why, exactly what musta got me here, it was sinnin’ fightin’ fuckin’ and drinkin’ cheap beer.

R.I.P Ronnie Van Zant and Steve Gaines

When I went home to show ’em they was wrong
All that I found was two tombstones
Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong
Oh, such a sad song
First I got lost, then I got found
But the ones that I love are in the ground
Papa I only wish you could see me now
Take a listen papa

Trading Post

Fuck that's a clever title for a post about trading.
My friend Mark and I did a little horse trade today, I got this VL frame and 5 foot long springer, with some wheels. Which no matter what anyone says, is the fucking coolest shit ever.
whiiiiiiiizz. Bye bye cursed sportster. Don't worry Mark it's not really cursed, I think I might be.
I think he said this thing is like 16 feet long. Welcome to Sweden.

Boogie time

Everything's freezin' up fast

Everyone's lookin' for wood

Some folks say it won't last

Some folks say it's for good

Yeah, gonna tell my talecome on,come on.Give a listen,Cause I was born lonelydown by the riverside.Learned to spin fortune wheeland throw dice.And I was just thirteenwhen I had to leave home.Knew I couldn't stick around,had to roam.
I ain't good lookin',but you know I ain't shy.Ain't afraid to look a girlin the eye.So if you need some lovin'and you need it right away,just take a little time outand maybe I'll stay.
Then I got to ramble,ramblin' man.Lord I got to gamble,gamblin' man.Ahh I got to ramble,ramblin' man.And I was born a ramblin' gamblin' man.
I hope you got money,Sho gonna need some.Ain't gonna run on lovin'and I got to run.I got to keep movin',never gonna slow down.You can have your funky world,see ya 'round.
I got to ramble,ramblin' man.Yeah I got to gamble,gamblin' man.Ahh I got to ramble,ramblin' man.I was born a ramblin' gamblin' man.

I don't really feel like blogging lately. So listen to these good tunes.

Where does it go?

The Good Lord only knows.

This song is for the workin' man!

It's that time of year again, 12-15 hour shifts, tryin' to get everything done before the snow flies. Well you heard it here first, it was snowing for at least ten minutes tonight. While I had my hand in a hole smaller than my hand with sharp edges. Sounds like all my exes. Drum roll!

In no particular order

I was trying to take a photo of my raven haired girlfriend sitting on the toolbox but for some reason my camera is drawn to Pollocks. What's a guy gonna do
Best seat in the fuckin' house man.
This reminds me of some 40 year old broad trying to pick me up in Vancouver and saying my toque made me look like a stoner. I was pissed, but now I get it.
All a guy needs for a good night's sleep
This is how I tried to explain that I am, in fact, good at physics. I'm a scientist man.
We actually got some work done, took the front wheel off the Triumph, the gas tank and the bars, and one riser...doin' work. Drinkin' and wrenchin' is just like driving, know your limit and play within it man
Ol' twinkle toes on the shiftiest ladder from the Great Depression

This cat once asked me, "is that Aaron Tippen on your stereo?" To which Rod and I both answered, "Who the fuck is Aaron Tippen? That's fuckin' Bocephus, son."
The outfit might strike you as funny, but that's what everyone here looks like under their coveralls.

Before.
After.
Boots had this lame dreamcatcher shit at his house so he made it worth keeping around.

Coolest dreamcatcher this side of the Mississippi