Style Of Motor Cycle

Harley is hitting the market hard aiming sales at youth with a new generation of motorcycle.

Harley is looking to bring fast, sleek and clean lines to the younger generation in attempts to keep up with the competition.

This new generation of crotch rocket is projected to hit the Harley Davidson sales floors early September 20010.

They call it the HDSCR. (Harley Davidson Super Crotch Rocket)
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Below is a photograph of what is rumored to be the prototype.
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This is a parody. The above is not to be taken seriously.

Yesterday, I rode. It was awakening to say the least. I think the high was 32 degrees F.

I didn't ride far, as I was not really dressed for a long ride in these temps. However, I did need to scratch that itch as they say, so I took the bike out anyway. I settled for about a ten-fifteen mile ride. I came back frozen. But when I turned off the engine and parked my Harley in the garage, not only was I frozen, but so was the smile on my face. I thought it was totally worth it. About two minutes after I pulled the bike in, and got a bit warm again I felt like going out for some more. But my other responsibilities had to take priority which was reason #2 for parking the Harley for the day.

As the nights grow longer, so do the down times between rides, and as the days grow shorter so do the lengths of my rides.

Soon there will be snow and ice to stay, and the bike will have to embark on it's winter slumber.

I talked to the bike shop today. They wanted to know when I was bringing my bike in. (I'm having a new rear tire put on). I said (once again like the last time they asked) "I don't see no snow and ice on the road yet do you?" They said I'm crazy. I said so be it. I'm riding till I can't.

There was once again a bit of drama between Jax, Wendy, Tara, and Gemma. More so than last week. The tension & confusion of this love affair soap opera is building. But in my opinion, it is surely taking a back seat to the rest of the episode. However, in future episodes it will most certainly be interesting to follow the twist and turns of this tale.

Wholly SH*T None of us saw this one coming!

I thought that Tig would tell Clay that Opie saved his ass in the shoot out and defend him saying that he couldn't have been a rat, or he wouldn't have saved him . For a second there I actually gained a little respect for Tig's character. Now once again I think he is a big friggin asshole. Although my opinions on Him are really only affected this way because of his club loyalty, and his willingness to shoot Opie. I just wish he would have had more trust, and open mindedness, and loyalty toward Opie, a fellow club member. Shoot first, ask questions later doesn't really work when the one you want to ask questions to is dead.

I must admit, I was wrong, wrong, wrong about thinking that Jax was going to hit Tig for trying to shoot Opie. Although I was not the only one wrong with my false predictions. Guess we'll have to wait and see how this one pans out. I know there is a butt load of tension between those two.

Speaking of being wrong, wrong, wrong... How wrong was Clay! Boy did he make a stupid F'n mistake with the Black gang; and oh how he F'd up with his distrust in Opie's loyalty to the club.

The writers sure had one up on us all.

I wish it wasn't so.

I really liked Donna Winston.
I really liked the direction Opie, Donna, and their family was going.
With Donna's acceptance of the club there was a mutual respect for each other.

ATF Agent June Stahl is surely going to pay for this one.
I don't know how yet, but I'm sure she'll pay somehow.
As Clay said, "This blood is on you".

I'm really pumped up for next weeks season finale!
However, this episode landed on such a good note, it could have pulled of being the season finale itself.

P.S. Where the F was Half-Sack?

Oops! My bad. Wrong kind of biker, wrong kind of biker shorts too!

What this is supposed to be is a post about short biker stories.

There is a fellow blogger amongst us who has a knack for writing short stories (biker stories to be specific), like the kind you'd read in an Easy Rider Magazine, or other biker rags.

He goes by the pseudo name Big Daddy Nelson, A.K.A. Big D. for short in the blogger community.

His blog is called Big Daddy's Idle Thoughts .

Anyway, He's been writing shorts on the blog since sometime in 2007, and has a regular following of readers. Comments reviews on the blog are raving.

If you re into a good read for short biker stories, and you like biker rags, this will surely tickle your fancy.

Check out his blog to read the short stories, mixed in with his "regular" posts.

You can click the photo below to access his site.

Give it a looksee and tell me what you think!

For those of you who have blog rolls, and have included my blog on your list, I want to say thank you.

For those of you who do, you may have checked my blog to see if you are on mine, only to find out I do not have a blog roll on my site. Sorry.

I have "over" 30 some blogs that get checked on a daily basis in my "Google Reader". The list continually grows. I have a hard time keeping up with reading and commenting on these, let alone maintaining my own blog at times.

I made a conscious decision at one time to remove the blog roll from my site. I did this because, I always felt like I was missing someone who visits my site. Every new comment I get, I read. I don't always respond, due to volume, and my time constraints. Like I said two posts ago, If a new person visits, and leaves me a comment, I'll go check out their profile. If they have a blog, I'll check that out too. If the blog is interesting to me, I'll add it to my Google Reader, and get updates when they do a new post.

I know there are tons more blogs out there that are of interest to me that I cannot posibly read, or give proper credit to on a blog roll, therefore I choose not to have one at all.

I fault no one for having one, and like I said, If my blog is on it, thanks!

I just wanted to clear the air officially as to why you are not on my blog roll. It's because I don't have one, and now you know why.)

10. Talk about a huge breast!

9. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.

8. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!

7. That's one terrific spread!

6. It's a little dry, do you still want to eat it?

5. Just wait your turn, you'll get some!

4. Don't play with your meat.

3. I didn't expect everyone to come at once!

2. How long will it take after you stick it in?

and the Number #1 thing you can only say on
Thanksgiving....

1. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat.

The season finale lucky#13 episode did not disappoint.

The show started out with Gemma confronting Clay regarding what he knew of the Donna shooting. When he could not answer the question that it had nothing to do with the club, She knew it did. This brought Clay to tears.

We moved onto the local police station where Unser and Hale start laying blame on Donna's death, and ultimately decide that maybe the outlaws should serve up their own justice. Hale slips a bit of information to Jax, so he can go ballistic.

Half Sack shows back up in this episode.

Tara has a talk with Jax about her going back to Chicago, which Jax wants to hear nothing of the sorts.

Gemma finds John Teller's Journal while unpacking some of Jax's belongings. Confronts Clay with it, and Clay looses his Sh*t over it and storms out in a rage. Gemma mutters to herself "Your loosing control, just like he did" referring to John Teller.

There is a hold up in the bar that the Niner's (the black gang involved in the prior episode's shoot out) hang out in started by Piermont Winston (AKA Piney) Opies father. Jax and Half-sack save the day here, by getting Piney and themselves out alive. Here it is revealed that the hit on Donna was not gangster, and not served up by the Niners.

There is a scene where ATF Agent June Stahl is in with Bobbi in jail, and she reveals to him that she set up Opie, and that Donna's death was a mistake. Did She do this to vent, or did she do this to get Bobbi to turn on the club for killing Donna? Maybe something more was in her motives that I've not figured out yet. We'll have to wait and see.

Jax confront's Clay in the clubhouse. Asks him if he had anything to do with the hit intended for Opie, and mistakenly taken out on Donna. Clay blatenly denies it, and Jax walks out on him. Jax finds out that the informant witness is a 17 year old girl, and goes off to stop the other club members from putting a hit on her. Jax and Tig get into it over Jax stopping the hit. Tig says, "You've crossed the line Jax" to which Jax replies, "Not yet" and then the brawl between the two is on. Jax ultimately kicks Tigs ass.

We skip by to a scene where Piney is reading a note from John teller that he has clearly hung onto for years. The note reveals how much the club has changed since the two of them founded the SOA MC.

We then back track to a scene where Jax spends some time alone clearing his head after the fight with Tig. Jax is drinking some beer, and smoking some weed in the cemetary where John Teller, his father is burried. He wakes up in the cemetary the next morning and gives a blanket he borrowwed from a homeless bag lady back to her, and proceeds to walk down to the funeral burial that has started for Donna.

Jax leaves the funeral burial right quick, and as he is walking away, Tara leaves the funeral burial to follow behind. They embrace in a kiss.

Piney comes up to Jax, hands him a large stack of papers. (I did not catch exactly what they were) Club rights, or something. Piney says to Jax, "Time for a change." then walks away.

Jax goes to John Teller's grave, and we see Gemma and Clay looking at him with great concern. This is where the episode ends for a cliffhanger waiting untill next season.

Wholy crap it't been a hell of a ride. I'm stoked for next season. How about You!?!?!

I've been really busy lately, and having a hard time finding time to do much more than work. It's been a while since I've posted, and this e-mail came across to me recently reminding me to take time for the good stuff in life. The folks I chat with on my blog are some of the good things in life, so I felt I should share this with you....

The Mayonnaise Jar
And 2 CUPS OF COFFEE

When things in your life seem
almost too much to handle,
when 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
remember the mayonnaise jar
and 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of
him.
When the class began, wordlessly,
he picked up a very large
and empty mayonnaise jar
and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open
areas between the golf balls.

He then asked
the students again
if the jar was full..
They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full.

The students responded
with an unanimous
"yes."

The professor then produced
two cups of coffee from under the table And poured the entire contents into
the jar, effectively filling the Empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor,
as the laughter subsided,
"I want you to recognize that
this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health,
friends, and favorite passions -- things that if everything else was lost
and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.

The sand is everything else --
the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first,"
he continued,
"there is no room for
the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time
and energy on the small stuff,
you will never have room for
the things that are
important to you.

So...

Pay attention to the things
that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
Play another 18.

There will always be time
to clean the house
and fix the disposal.

"Take care of the golf balls first --
the things that really matter.
Set your priorities.
The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand
and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled.
"I'm glad you asked".

It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's
always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

Off topic, there has been a change on my BLOG due to a change at the Mr. M. household.

I am Mr. Motorcycle
I live at 1 Frozen place in, Minnesota, United States
My wife refers to me as Mr. Motorcycle. My real name is Mark. I'm happily married and I'm also a father to 6 children. I have two human offspring, two cats, one dog, and one custom Harley. I believe that makes 6 children. As my blog name states, I'm a biker. When not doing my real full time job, or going for a ride, I like to do art, custom paint jobs, and make posts to this blog thing
you're reading.

We have adopted a dog, a Senior 9 Yr. old Golden Retriever from RAGOM.
(Retrieve A Golden Of Minnesota).

If you've followed this blog for a while, you might remember that I'm a big sucker for pets, and animal rescue organizations.

I'd like to share with you a letter that my wife wrote so eloquently in an e-mail that she shared with our extended family to give the good news...
"For a very long time there have been wishes voiced around our house about another family pet; specifically a dog. There were years our living situation made it impossible and there were years that our schedules & hectic family life weren't ideal for dog ownership; however as we've settled into our new house and as the kids have gotten not only older but also more self sufficient and responsible we realized that we were finally "there". A lot of time was spent researching different breeds and talking to friends with dogs; every time we came back to the same conclusion, the quintessential family dog, a Golden Retriever. Once that decision was made we began working with a local rescue organization Retrieve a Golden of Minnesota (RAGOM) to match us with a dog in need of a home. It was important to us that we find a dog who was good with children of all ages, trustworthy with cats, a good learner, past the rambunctious puppy stage, and relatively healthy. We've finally found our match, and his name is Cy.

Cy is a 9 year old field coated golden, which explains his curls. He is really well behaved in the house, loves to be petted, is attached to Mark at the hip, always has a toy in his mouth and is working on a friendship of sorts with the cats. We know that 9 is pretty "old" for a golden, but his health is stellar so we expect quite a few years of love & companionship from this guy. Cy is also a television star, although we didn't see it, Cy was on KARE11 one morning last month to showcase what wonderful pets senior golden retrievers make. If you are interested you can read about Cy & why he was surrendered to RAGOM at his web-page."

Change in this case, is good for the soul. Cy has made each of us at our house very happy.
My family of (now 8 if you want to include the Harley) feels complete. (Well almost...) I would not be heart broken if another dog needing a home found its way to our hearts and home and made a daytime pal for Cy whilst all others are working or schoolin. The cats are not much fun for the dog seeing as we don't allow him to chase them.

What a perfect way to kick off the holidays!

Cheers!

Dedicated to my Nutso off-road blogger buddy Tony.

This is not so much of a balze of glory but a Wholly Sh*t moment!

I try not to post more than once a day because I often don't have enough material to post once every day. Today is different. I can't wait to share this with readers who might not catch this good blog I regularly read myself. I just popped over to Forty Years On Two Wheels, a noteworthy moto-blog, and read Doug Klassen's post about A Babe in the blogging Woods. I've noticed on Doug's blog that in the side bar he has a photo of a most spectacular water color painting of a motorcycle.

original watercolor painting by Debbie Klassen

I've seen it many times before, and studied it. The first time I laid eyes on it, I was in awe of how that much detail could be done with watercolor. From a distance, it looks airbrushed. I'm an artsy fartsy kind of fellow myself, and this kind of quality does not go unrecognized. Too bad that before today, I never noticed the link below the photo on Doug's blog. Salt and Light Studio Fine Art watercolor. Hell, until today's post on Doug's blog I never even knew his wife was the fine artist of the painting that I so many times have drooled over. Her name is Debbie Klassen. She's a great painter of high caliber in my opinion. If you like art, and you like motorcycles, go check it out! She obviously paints more than just motorcycles, but her husband Doug has a great passion for them, and She is recently sharing a love for a Honda Ruckus herself. Rumor has it she is starting her own blog. I look forward to seeing what she might have to say!

The Sensitive Biker

Tara and a few of her friends decide to step out of the box. Instead of their usual meeting place, they decide to spice up the night and try going somewhere different. They choose a local biker bar in Charming, named Road Grits. They are all fairly prim and proper and completely out of their comfort zones. Most certainly not the biker type of gals.

Tara ends up sitting next to Jax, one of the bar's locals. They talk...they connect....they end up leaving together.

They get back to Jax's place, and he shows her around his apartment. She notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears.

There are three shelves in the bedroom with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly teddy bears carefully placed
in rows, covering the entire wall! It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them and she was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display.

There were small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf.

She found it strange for a biker to have such a large collection of teddy bears.Although, completely drawn to his rebel side, she is quite impressed by his sensitive side as well.

They have a few drinks and continue talking. After awhile, She finds herself thinking, 'Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one! Maybe he could be the future father of my children?'

She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips. He responds warmly.

They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom where they rip off each others clothes and have hot, steamy sex.

She's more overwhelmed with passion than she has ever known before.

After an intense, explosive night together with this sensitive guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow. Tara rolls over, gently strokes Jax's chest and asks coyly, 'Well, how was it?'

He gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says:

'Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf before you let your self out'

One to play with and another one to admire in the living room. This is a 1936 M30 International. Built from parts and too nice to use.

It's cold outside in Minnesota. Too cold to ride up here in the Great Northwest, so I started a Red Neck project trike.

Just kidding. A friend of mine passed this along.
This is one of the strangest trikes yet.

One of the last parts for inspection; the rockerbox. This is the part that contains the rockers, cams, camshaft and the bevel wheels that drive the cams via the vertical camshaft. Simply remove the rocker spindles and a few screws and the cover comes off. The rockers can now be withdrawn and the oil seals removed.

The cams and camshaft are left in situ; everything looks fine and well oiled. The tunnel that contains the cams is in perfect shape; this is the part that is sometimes smashed in worn engines, resulting in excessive oil leaks (I'm quoting George Cohen here). The 'ear' at the inlet side has been welded; it looks like a repair well done, no cracks visible. No signs of excessive wear except for the rocker spindles that show some marks where they rubbed against the rocker-rollers. I'll see if I can get replacements for the spindles, new seals, clean it all up and fit it back together again.

John from Canada sent these photo's of a very nice M19 Norton: "This is my 1929 Model 19 Norton, owned previously by both my father and grandfather before him. The black and white pic shows my grandfather on the bike in circa 1946. The lower pic was taken when it arrived in Canada in 1984, in the middle of the winter.

The Norton has not been in running order for a while, looking at about 15 years at least. I am trying to find out as much history of this model along with any photos and manuals that give precise care instructions before I even think of starting; cleaning the years of dust is my first step."

The engine has enclosed pushrod tubes and an aluminium rocker cover and would have been produced very late in the 1929 season. Further, note the position of the oilpump on the timing chest (as opposed to on the magneto chain cover), typical for the 1929-1930 models. Looking at the CONTENTS list on the right, not that many Model 19s are around these days.

An email sent by Paul from Australia:

"This Model 18 I made up from bits so it is circa 1925, but has various other bits. It will do 79 mph but that's all. It's an exciting ride at 79 mph though. I don't do it often but it's good to see 'what'll she do Mister'.

I put on a mid thirties inlet stub, turned down to length. It also has a 1 1/16" carb. The books tell me that 1920's M18 inlet stubs are 1 1/16", but all the ones I've seen are 1". I cannot get a conrod with a 7/8" small end, but have a machined 16H piston ready for when I do. I also have it geared very tall so under load I have to be listening for engine knock and adjusting the spark advance and throttle accordingly. But when she gets her head up mate, she really goes. I am running 0.008" clearance in the bore as I seized it twice with .006". I have the correct main bearings but they're unbranded, so I dont know how long they'll last. The front hub is a CSI hub. I was given it when I bought my engine.I think that the fellow I bought my engine off thought he'd stitched me up, so he chucked in the hub and a magneto. I'm lucky to get it,but it still doesn't really work. You have to be careful when you lace the rims, or you easily pull it out of round. I've been told that I need linings to be mounted differently to make the trailing shoe work better, so I'll look into this.

Attached is a photo of the Model 18. Not parked. Waiting."

Tim (see this Blog and this Blog) has finished another Norton project:

"Hereby a few shots of my 1930 Model 19, just finished yesterday and started second kick. Messed about with the carb and the tick-over and on retard it is unbelievably low due to new valve guides and a good carb slide. The engine is mechanically quiet as I have had the cams and followers built up and re profiled back to standard. Not too sure about the seat height, I think it could be set a bit lower. Still needs some work on the filler cap for the petrol tank, and the fuel pipe needs plating. I will wait a month before I ride it as we still have all the salt on the roads they put on for the winter. It looks like the magneto chain cover is a earlier one by the raised Norton letters on the casting will have to find the correct one."

When asking about the history of the Norton I got this story from Tim:

"A good story behind this bike; it's "Buyer Beware". I brought this bike from a friend who had purchased it from a well known Vintage Motor Cycle Club member who had supposedly restored it. My friend paid good money for this bike and when he got it home he could not start it. I had a look at it at the time and we found lots wrong with it. There was a crack in the back wheel drum and the kickstart had dropped off with all the kicking my mate had done. The gearbox kickstart boss was cracked, so we never got it going. My mate never touched it again for about 8 years and then he offered it to me. As I have a 1929 Model 18, I had a spare gearbox and had a batch of brake drums made and had one in stock. I bought the bike paying good money for it knowing I would find lots wrong.

Sure enough it had the wrong piston, a shot big end, worn cams and followers, main bearings shot and an inlet valve completely worn out, but the part of the guide inside the port was not even there, so the valve was only running in about 1/2" of guide. One of the engine pushrods was made from a solid 3/8" bar, ground down at each end to fit. The gearbox was of the pre-1926 fine pitch with a pre-1926 clutch fitted. The forks felt good and looked like they had been re bushed, untill I pulled them apart and found 2 or 3 pieces of steel tape measure rule wrapped round each spindle.

Thankfully the engine and frame are the correct numbers (the frame is marked 588, indicating a Model 19). I completely rebuild it, fitting new mudguards and exhaust system and repainted the complete bike. Luckily I can do all the work myself and had the bits in stock so that made it worth while.

So beware when buying old bikes off old bodgers as they forget what they have done in the past and want top dollar for them; unfortunately, if you want a Vintage bike you just have to pay as not too many of them are around.

A Norton Model 18 road test from a 1933 issue of "Motor Cycling". (thanks Dave)

Tony from the UK sent these photo's of his stunningly beautiful 1927 Model 25 Norton. The M25 ranks amongst the most desirable flat tank Nortons. It has a highly tuned engine and is equipped with a 'semi-dry sump' lubrication. Note the chamber under the timing chest that contains the oilpump.

"I bought the bike in 1969 from its second owner. The bike was supplied new from Freddie Dixon of Middlesbrough. The first owner only used the bike for a fortnight before having a minor accident with a lady crossing the road on the seafront at Redcar. Dixon took the Norton back and the chap I bought it from owned it from then onwards. The outdoor photos were taken in about 1973 just after I'd restored the bike. The other photo was taken around 10 years ago and currently the Norton is in pieces having some work done but I hope to have it reassembled later this year."

These photo's were sent to me by Ballazam from Indonesia (in the picture) and they show a remarkable motorcycle. Clearly a Carroll engined Norton, but it's the very rare 596cc version; bore and stroke are indicated at the crankcase as 82x113.

It took me a while to find the following passage in the Norton literature (Dennis Howard. Norton. Ballantines illustrated History of the Car marque book No 9, 1972):

"Bracebridge (Norton) never listed the 596cc overhead camshaft engine for sale to the public, for the simple reason that it really did not exist as a production model. The Norton works produced two versions of the (82mm x 113mm) 596cc single OHC engine, one in International and one in Manx form. Roughly a dozen of each were manufactured, the frames being of stouter construction, and having a large vertical kink in the upper frame tube in order to accept the considerably taller engine. The Inters were built for the leading Trials sidecar men of the period, while the hotter Manx version was more strictly suited for sidecar road racing. As several of the "600s" were doing battle in passenger machine races in the immediate postwar era, it is surprising to learn that few, if any, still exist..."

So that's the reason I could not find a model number for these "Bigger Bangers" as they were later called in the books. Apparently they were quite successful in the races. How on earth did this one end up in Indonesia? More pics via this link.

Harley is hitting the market hard aiming sales at youth with a new generation of motorcycle.

Harley is looking to bring fast, sleek and clean lines to the younger generation in attempts to keep up with the competition.

This new generation of crotch rocket is projected to hit the Harley Davidson sales floors early September 20010.

They call it the HDSCR. (Harley Davidson Super Crotch Rocket)
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Below is a photograph of what is rumored to be the prototype.
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This is a parody. The above is not to be taken seriously.

Yesterday, I rode. It was awakening to say the least. I think the high was 32 degrees F.

I didn't ride far, as I was not really dressed for a long ride in these temps. However, I did need to scratch that itch as they say, so I took the bike out anyway. I settled for about a ten-fifteen mile ride. I came back frozen. But when I turned off the engine and parked my Harley in the garage, not only was I frozen, but so was the smile on my face. I thought it was totally worth it. About two minutes after I pulled the bike in, and got a bit warm again I felt like going out for some more. But my other responsibilities had to take priority which was reason #2 for parking the Harley for the day.

As the nights grow longer, so do the down times between rides, and as the days grow shorter so do the lengths of my rides.

Soon there will be snow and ice to stay, and the bike will have to embark on it's winter slumber.

I talked to the bike shop today. They wanted to know when I was bringing my bike in. (I'm having a new rear tire put on). I said (once again like the last time they asked) "I don't see no snow and ice on the road yet do you?" They said I'm crazy. I said so be it. I'm riding till I can't.

There was once again a bit of drama between Jax, Wendy, Tara, and Gemma. More so than last week. The tension & confusion of this love affair soap opera is building. But in my opinion, it is surely taking a back seat to the rest of the episode. However, in future episodes it will most certainly be interesting to follow the twist and turns of this tale.

Wholly SH*T None of us saw this one coming!

I thought that Tig would tell Clay that Opie saved his ass in the shoot out and defend him saying that he couldn't have been a rat, or he wouldn't have saved him . For a second there I actually gained a little respect for Tig's character. Now once again I think he is a big friggin asshole. Although my opinions on Him are really only affected this way because of his club loyalty, and his willingness to shoot Opie. I just wish he would have had more trust, and open mindedness, and loyalty toward Opie, a fellow club member. Shoot first, ask questions later doesn't really work when the one you want to ask questions to is dead.

I must admit, I was wrong, wrong, wrong about thinking that Jax was going to hit Tig for trying to shoot Opie. Although I was not the only one wrong with my false predictions. Guess we'll have to wait and see how this one pans out. I know there is a butt load of tension between those two.

Speaking of being wrong, wrong, wrong... How wrong was Clay! Boy did he make a stupid F'n mistake with the Black gang; and oh how he F'd up with his distrust in Opie's loyalty to the club.

The writers sure had one up on us all.

I wish it wasn't so.

I really liked Donna Winston.
I really liked the direction Opie, Donna, and their family was going.
With Donna's acceptance of the club there was a mutual respect for each other.

ATF Agent June Stahl is surely going to pay for this one.
I don't know how yet, but I'm sure she'll pay somehow.
As Clay said, "This blood is on you".

I'm really pumped up for next weeks season finale!
However, this episode landed on such a good note, it could have pulled of being the season finale itself.

P.S. Where the F was Half-Sack?

Oops! My bad. Wrong kind of biker, wrong kind of biker shorts too!

What this is supposed to be is a post about short biker stories.

There is a fellow blogger amongst us who has a knack for writing short stories (biker stories to be specific), like the kind you'd read in an Easy Rider Magazine, or other biker rags.

He goes by the pseudo name Big Daddy Nelson, A.K.A. Big D. for short in the blogger community.

His blog is called Big Daddy's Idle Thoughts .

Anyway, He's been writing shorts on the blog since sometime in 2007, and has a regular following of readers. Comments reviews on the blog are raving.

If you re into a good read for short biker stories, and you like biker rags, this will surely tickle your fancy.

Check out his blog to read the short stories, mixed in with his "regular" posts.

You can click the photo below to access his site.

Give it a looksee and tell me what you think!

For those of you who have blog rolls, and have included my blog on your list, I want to say thank you.

For those of you who do, you may have checked my blog to see if you are on mine, only to find out I do not have a blog roll on my site. Sorry.

I have "over" 30 some blogs that get checked on a daily basis in my "Google Reader". The list continually grows. I have a hard time keeping up with reading and commenting on these, let alone maintaining my own blog at times.

I made a conscious decision at one time to remove the blog roll from my site. I did this because, I always felt like I was missing someone who visits my site. Every new comment I get, I read. I don't always respond, due to volume, and my time constraints. Like I said two posts ago, If a new person visits, and leaves me a comment, I'll go check out their profile. If they have a blog, I'll check that out too. If the blog is interesting to me, I'll add it to my Google Reader, and get updates when they do a new post.

I know there are tons more blogs out there that are of interest to me that I cannot posibly read, or give proper credit to on a blog roll, therefore I choose not to have one at all.

I fault no one for having one, and like I said, If my blog is on it, thanks!

I just wanted to clear the air officially as to why you are not on my blog roll. It's because I don't have one, and now you know why.)

10. Talk about a huge breast!

9. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.

8. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!

7. That's one terrific spread!

6. It's a little dry, do you still want to eat it?

5. Just wait your turn, you'll get some!

4. Don't play with your meat.

3. I didn't expect everyone to come at once!

2. How long will it take after you stick it in?

and the Number #1 thing you can only say on
Thanksgiving....

1. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat.

The season finale lucky#13 episode did not disappoint.

The show started out with Gemma confronting Clay regarding what he knew of the Donna shooting. When he could not answer the question that it had nothing to do with the club, She knew it did. This brought Clay to tears.

We moved onto the local police station where Unser and Hale start laying blame on Donna's death, and ultimately decide that maybe the outlaws should serve up their own justice. Hale slips a bit of information to Jax, so he can go ballistic.

Half Sack shows back up in this episode.

Tara has a talk with Jax about her going back to Chicago, which Jax wants to hear nothing of the sorts.

Gemma finds John Teller's Journal while unpacking some of Jax's belongings. Confronts Clay with it, and Clay looses his Sh*t over it and storms out in a rage. Gemma mutters to herself "Your loosing control, just like he did" referring to John Teller.

There is a hold up in the bar that the Niner's (the black gang involved in the prior episode's shoot out) hang out in started by Piermont Winston (AKA Piney) Opies father. Jax and Half-sack save the day here, by getting Piney and themselves out alive. Here it is revealed that the hit on Donna was not gangster, and not served up by the Niners.

There is a scene where ATF Agent June Stahl is in with Bobbi in jail, and she reveals to him that she set up Opie, and that Donna's death was a mistake. Did She do this to vent, or did she do this to get Bobbi to turn on the club for killing Donna? Maybe something more was in her motives that I've not figured out yet. We'll have to wait and see.

Jax confront's Clay in the clubhouse. Asks him if he had anything to do with the hit intended for Opie, and mistakenly taken out on Donna. Clay blatenly denies it, and Jax walks out on him. Jax finds out that the informant witness is a 17 year old girl, and goes off to stop the other club members from putting a hit on her. Jax and Tig get into it over Jax stopping the hit. Tig says, "You've crossed the line Jax" to which Jax replies, "Not yet" and then the brawl between the two is on. Jax ultimately kicks Tigs ass.

We skip by to a scene where Piney is reading a note from John teller that he has clearly hung onto for years. The note reveals how much the club has changed since the two of them founded the SOA MC.

We then back track to a scene where Jax spends some time alone clearing his head after the fight with Tig. Jax is drinking some beer, and smoking some weed in the cemetary where John Teller, his father is burried. He wakes up in the cemetary the next morning and gives a blanket he borrowwed from a homeless bag lady back to her, and proceeds to walk down to the funeral burial that has started for Donna.

Jax leaves the funeral burial right quick, and as he is walking away, Tara leaves the funeral burial to follow behind. They embrace in a kiss.

Piney comes up to Jax, hands him a large stack of papers. (I did not catch exactly what they were) Club rights, or something. Piney says to Jax, "Time for a change." then walks away.

Jax goes to John Teller's grave, and we see Gemma and Clay looking at him with great concern. This is where the episode ends for a cliffhanger waiting untill next season.

Wholy crap it't been a hell of a ride. I'm stoked for next season. How about You!?!?!

I've been really busy lately, and having a hard time finding time to do much more than work. It's been a while since I've posted, and this e-mail came across to me recently reminding me to take time for the good stuff in life. The folks I chat with on my blog are some of the good things in life, so I felt I should share this with you....

The Mayonnaise Jar
And 2 CUPS OF COFFEE

When things in your life seem
almost too much to handle,
when 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
remember the mayonnaise jar
and 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of
him.
When the class began, wordlessly,
he picked up a very large
and empty mayonnaise jar
and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open
areas between the golf balls.

He then asked
the students again
if the jar was full..
They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full.

The students responded
with an unanimous
"yes."

The professor then produced
two cups of coffee from under the table And poured the entire contents into
the jar, effectively filling the Empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor,
as the laughter subsided,
"I want you to recognize that
this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health,
friends, and favorite passions -- things that if everything else was lost
and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.

The sand is everything else --
the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first,"
he continued,
"there is no room for
the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time
and energy on the small stuff,
you will never have room for
the things that are
important to you.

So...

Pay attention to the things
that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
Play another 18.

There will always be time
to clean the house
and fix the disposal.

"Take care of the golf balls first --
the things that really matter.
Set your priorities.
The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand
and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled.
"I'm glad you asked".

It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's
always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

Off topic, there has been a change on my BLOG due to a change at the Mr. M. household.

I am Mr. Motorcycle
I live at 1 Frozen place in, Minnesota, United States
My wife refers to me as Mr. Motorcycle. My real name is Mark. I'm happily married and I'm also a father to 6 children. I have two human offspring, two cats, one dog, and one custom Harley. I believe that makes 6 children. As my blog name states, I'm a biker. When not doing my real full time job, or going for a ride, I like to do art, custom paint jobs, and make posts to this blog thing
you're reading.

We have adopted a dog, a Senior 9 Yr. old Golden Retriever from RAGOM.
(Retrieve A Golden Of Minnesota).

If you've followed this blog for a while, you might remember that I'm a big sucker for pets, and animal rescue organizations.

I'd like to share with you a letter that my wife wrote so eloquently in an e-mail that she shared with our extended family to give the good news...
"For a very long time there have been wishes voiced around our house about another family pet; specifically a dog. There were years our living situation made it impossible and there were years that our schedules & hectic family life weren't ideal for dog ownership; however as we've settled into our new house and as the kids have gotten not only older but also more self sufficient and responsible we realized that we were finally "there". A lot of time was spent researching different breeds and talking to friends with dogs; every time we came back to the same conclusion, the quintessential family dog, a Golden Retriever. Once that decision was made we began working with a local rescue organization Retrieve a Golden of Minnesota (RAGOM) to match us with a dog in need of a home. It was important to us that we find a dog who was good with children of all ages, trustworthy with cats, a good learner, past the rambunctious puppy stage, and relatively healthy. We've finally found our match, and his name is Cy.

Cy is a 9 year old field coated golden, which explains his curls. He is really well behaved in the house, loves to be petted, is attached to Mark at the hip, always has a toy in his mouth and is working on a friendship of sorts with the cats. We know that 9 is pretty "old" for a golden, but his health is stellar so we expect quite a few years of love & companionship from this guy. Cy is also a television star, although we didn't see it, Cy was on KARE11 one morning last month to showcase what wonderful pets senior golden retrievers make. If you are interested you can read about Cy & why he was surrendered to RAGOM at his web-page."

Change in this case, is good for the soul. Cy has made each of us at our house very happy.
My family of (now 8 if you want to include the Harley) feels complete. (Well almost...) I would not be heart broken if another dog needing a home found its way to our hearts and home and made a daytime pal for Cy whilst all others are working or schoolin. The cats are not much fun for the dog seeing as we don't allow him to chase them.

What a perfect way to kick off the holidays!

Cheers!

Dedicated to my Nutso off-road blogger buddy Tony.

This is not so much of a balze of glory but a Wholly Sh*t moment!

I try not to post more than once a day because I often don't have enough material to post once every day. Today is different. I can't wait to share this with readers who might not catch this good blog I regularly read myself. I just popped over to Forty Years On Two Wheels, a noteworthy moto-blog, and read Doug Klassen's post about A Babe in the blogging Woods. I've noticed on Doug's blog that in the side bar he has a photo of a most spectacular water color painting of a motorcycle.

original watercolor painting by Debbie Klassen

I've seen it many times before, and studied it. The first time I laid eyes on it, I was in awe of how that much detail could be done with watercolor. From a distance, it looks airbrushed. I'm an artsy fartsy kind of fellow myself, and this kind of quality does not go unrecognized. Too bad that before today, I never noticed the link below the photo on Doug's blog. Salt and Light Studio Fine Art watercolor. Hell, until today's post on Doug's blog I never even knew his wife was the fine artist of the painting that I so many times have drooled over. Her name is Debbie Klassen. She's a great painter of high caliber in my opinion. If you like art, and you like motorcycles, go check it out! She obviously paints more than just motorcycles, but her husband Doug has a great passion for them, and She is recently sharing a love for a Honda Ruckus herself. Rumor has it she is starting her own blog. I look forward to seeing what she might have to say!