These are a few photos of the real natives of this land . . .The originals. Not immigrants. The hunter, the warrior, the rider, the traveler. Most of these politicians would have never made it livin' in their neighborhood. They were the Kiowa, Lakota, Sioux . . . about 200+ different factions. For thousands of years they lived off the land from Oklahoma, Texas, the Dakotas, Wyoming and all the way westward . . and looks like we'll have it fucked up in a mere 300 years?? I'm pretty sure they'll have the last laugh as the world will all be fighting with sticks and stones again . . . then we'll know what it's like to live the good life. Everything else is just "stuff."
It's just the way I see it.
Sitting Bull saw the future - and it happened as he said.
Here's to saving something worth saving for future generations.
650 miles home - riding your chopper with your dad following on his FLHTCU (a lot of letters, if I got all of 'em?) Pretty classic times over the last 20 some years. One last kick before pulling in my driveway.... I look pretty dapper, but I was glad to be home !
You ever hear of a panhead leaking between the fins (on the 3rd fin near the exhaust ports - directly on the return oil passage) ??
I roughed up the area after cleaning and scrubbing, and using a propane torch to get all the oil out. Then, I applied JB Weld with a Q-Tip up between the cooling fins - let it dry and coated with a couple shots of H-D Silver Bead Blast paint. Previously, I noticed it was leaking a bit, so when I had the heads off - I ran some red glyptal down the passages to coat the inside oil return passages - it worked on the front head, not the rear. Must be a casting flaw?
I kept gettin' drips of oil on my trans ratchet, and running down the fins in the back. What the hell? I'd dry it all off, go for a ride, and discovered it was seeping out between the fins. Hope it stops the seeping. My goal is to have a well ridden panhead, with a clean engine - and look like I only get the thing out a couple times a year. (smiley face here)
This area of the Cheyenne River Valley is where you could still get water in times of drought. This summer has been extra wet, so all the prairie grasses are untypically green with growth. It was Crazy Horse who was "wanted for capture" and a small group of lawmen wasted 2 days with no sign of him in this very valley. It's called Bear in The Lodge . . .
Puddle of Mudd (dumb band name I always thought) has a few popular party anthems, and some decent jams. I dig their tunes - and Wes Scantlin is a very good singer, player and songwriter - but can be a real dork when he's drinkin' . . . and a rap sheet a mile long to prove it. But ol' Wes and his band were spot on tonite and gave an excellent live performance. We were all quite impressed . . .
From side stage . . . once they started the show, here came the crowd and it filled up fast. I'm havin' fun now choking down my roast beef and chuggin' those complimentary Corona Extras (I'll never learn).
After the Mudd . . . it got dark and Foghat banged out their string of hits. The place was packed with headliner Cheap Trick coming up. In between the regular "hot chic dance team deal" warmed up the crowd with plenty of flesh, fire and sex (and it was actually pretty awesome) as I was so zoned on all the babes - I forgot to take any pics for you - whoops ! Just tattoo'd on my memory !
You get all the Left, and all the Right, at the Sturgis.
Rockford, Illinois' Finest
Rick's traveling arsenal of axes.....whoa
Some bands aren't very good live - Not the case here . . .
Gilby Clarke jumped on stage for a guest jam session . . .
One of the best singers in rock, for all these years.
I wonder if he and Tom still have their XLCHs ?
I didn't get a guitar pick . . . which is pretty miraculous since hundreds get thrown out during every Cheap Trick Show . . . but R.N. made sure I didn't go home empty handed. Thanks fellas.
I met up with my old friend from town, Keith Olson and his wife and friends - and we took a run thru Spearfish Canyon, Roughlock Falls and Cheyenne Crossing. A motorcycle mishap jammed traffic for a bit, so I went back and splashed around in the freezing Spearfish Creek - wet boots never felt so good.
I branched off through Lead and then to Deadwood and Jerry Greer's Indian.
A whole lot of Indians . . . and only 2 Harleys - I was a bit nervous.
This shop is insane. Todd said he now has 30+ outside machine shops making parts....
It was a great day for a ride . . . now I need to find Bill again - He's got the Easyriders VIP Cheap Trick Tickets ! Where's he at ????