The City of Hate... how appropriate. Well, I made it home... eventually. The bike tried to jump off the trailer TWICE. The front stop broke free from the shitty welds and became an interesting projectile on the I-45! I wish I wasn't watching the bike dance around on the trailer, because I would have loved to see the look on the asshole's face that had been screwing me out of a good open lane by admiring his own reflection in the shinny fuel tanks of a truck that was incapable of achieving the posted speed limit. This all transpired shortly after I got around him. Justice for him... nightmare for me. I pulled off to the side and gave him a Hooligan salute as he passed, a slight giggle ensued. I must have been given a pass for eating meat on Friday... your fault 'Wood... 'cause not 5 feet from where I stopped was the perfect 8 inch piece of 4x4 post I needed to rig up the trailer! Yeah, random. Anyway, my "rig" job worked for about 7 miles when I noticed that the bike was considerably closer to the truck than it was before. I thought... huh, that's not normal. I slowed once again to the side of the I-45. As soon as I rounded the bed of the truck, she lunged towards me as if expecting my warm embrace. What she got was a quick, "HOLY FUCK!!!" and a grab of the tether. If you've ever heard the story of a mother that lifted a car off of her injured child, then you can imagine what it looked like when I pulled the bike up from a horizontal position one handed. After I got all the parts of the equation to play along, again, I was on my way. It wasn't until 2 to 3 miles down the road that I realized just how much weight I pulled up with that one strap. Most of the time, my robust physique is less than impressive, but on occasion I surprise myself.
Anyway, all's well that ends well. I have a great time in a formally loathed city. So much, that it has moved up on my list of potential domiciles. My hat is off to the Wood'n Slip, a two man team capable of wrecking even the most cohesive of groups. Until we meet again... Slip, good luck with the delivery of life and 'Wood... good luck with the noise issues you have at the apartment. Maybe try some rugs or wall tapestries, they may help deaden the sound a bit.
Cheers.
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I saw that trailer...
I didn't know how the fuck it made it to Dallas.
I'm glad you and the bike made it home safe.
Besides....
if you get a bike that GOES places you wouldn't need a trailer at all...
Point made... ass.
I like the new ford...
Do a youtube search for the new f-150 SVT raptor.
...holy crap! It's about time somebody steps up and builds a real pre-runner!
If I had use for it...
It's pretty bitchin.
I doubt they'll do a crew cab.
Fish...Pete...Rudy...thanks for showing up...representing...and being real. It's hard to even put into words the weirdness that's transpired over the past 6 months. A large group of people that I got to know and love...have turned out to be one of the ugliest groups I've ever encountered. Manipulation on a grand scale gents. I'm done hangin out with those motherfuckers who claim to be my friends...then talk shit when I walk away. So THANK YOU fellas for being the real deal. Lesson learned.
We are the 59 Hooligans. A fucking scooter can do the ton...and Wii don't bowl...we corner.
I forgot to mention Morrey too...you're aces in my book sir.
Now run along and get yo'self another bike!!!
Glad you made it home OK Fish, I have had trailer problems in the past and they are no fun.
A BIG THANKS to HW & Fish for stopping on Sunday morning. The bike is back at Big-D for repair.
Pete, good to see ya as always and good luck over next few weeks, what an exciting time.
Morrey, good to see ya now go get a bike!
Scott, good to see you again if only briefly.
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