Why?!??! Why?!?!?

No, that's not my Nancy Kerrigan impersonation.
Not this time.
Why can't you just walk in to what passes for a "record" store these days and buy an Eddie Cochran cd?
All the Cold Dust (or whatever) a guy could want....but Eddie Cochran?
Hell...I might as well be looking for Buddy Grecco.

It all starts somewhere

This is the first bike I ever rode on.
My uncle's 76 FLH.
I remember the first time I was on it...I had just come home from seeing the first Star Wars movie.
1977 I guess?
Again, so many things happened at 4 that would dictate what I was "in" to.
This picture is from '85 I think, after the bike had gone through it's "Life change".
I have pictures from the "first ride" somewhere...when it was black & white, bags, fairing, & if I remember, some kind of pogo seat with chrome grab rails.

Despite

the attempts of these giant real estate "developers" and corporation's efforts to rid the world of anything with a touch of character, or even a speck of soul, there still are some cool buildings left.
The bath house on Nantasket Beach (Hull, MA..for the 2 of you that aren't Massholes)is one.
I suppose with minimal effort I could find out simple things like, when it was built, who designed it and even when it was renovated but let's face it, we all "read" blogs for the pictures.
And yes....someone has already brought up the fact that there was a time in my life, albeit 45 minutes, that I was hanging around a bath house taking pictures.
Let's not.
Don't even.
Can it.

So...

For continuity's sake, the post I want to show up here first, I have to post last...and the post that I want you to see last...I gotta do first.
What a backwards world we live in.
No wonder jobs that require actual, physical work, pay less than the ones that require a suit & a desk.
No wonder we're doomed.
Anyhow, glass brick always makes me feel better....especially curved glass.

Sprained angles

Sunday morning comn' down

I don't even drink...I just usually feel like crap every morning.
These are here 'cause I am messing around with sizes...but by all means feel free to look.

Braintree Auto Exchange

Any creative ideas as to where this was?
I've had this photo for a bunch of years & no one seems to remember where this place was.
I assume it was someplace in East Braintree & judging by the railroad tracks may have been somewhere along where Rt. 3 is now?
Perhaps by the Elm St. overpass?
Anyone?

April 22, 1923-December 11, 2008

You can't give a 4 year old

a hand me down AMF Evel Knievel bicycle and not expect him to be in to motorcycles.
Me, 4, my second 2 wheeler....I'd love to have one now of course:

A couple more of that Sportster below

Mainly 'cause I don't have much to say at the moment...sorry for the crummy pics.

Known agreer

Would you let this man on your playground?
He's apt to agree with someone who didn't like something you like.
Unacceptable!
He MUST be stopped!
Ban him!
Ban the deviant!
Someone who would be so subversive as to voice an opinion should be silenced...

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be musicians

A friend and I were talking not long ago about the pathetic state of live music in & around Boston & the city's "scene" in general.
We were saying that no one really goes out anymore, particularly not this "younger generation".
"Well, why should they?" we surmised.
It seems social circles are now all internet based.
(as well as every other confounded thing...you think I really wanted to buy a new computer?)
It all started when one of us mentioned the closing of a local bar that sort of catered to DIY bands.
Why should "kids these days" go see an actual band play, or even start one of their own, when they can just sit home and play Guitar Hero?
People, people, people.....
Knowing the programing schedule of your favorite motorcycle show does NOT make you a "Master Builder".
Tattoos and straight bangs certainly doesn't make you Bettie Page, The Reverend Horton Heat is NOT a rockabilly band and this:



Is not the same as this:

December 7

Now, everyone who knows me knows I'm not some flag waving nationalist.
Far from it in fact.
Yet, even though I don't support this country's foreign policies (That could very well be the understatement of the year) I feel the need to comment on this day.

General Gow...he's more than chicken

My brain is mush today.
Please go here instead.
Mark does some great art including these amazing lino cut posters.
Ever tried to do that?
I found it nearly impossible....I don't know how he does it but they're beautiful.

Meet the new boss.....same as the old boss

Well, that sucked.
I'm not even sure I want to hear the answer those jack-booted thugs at Microsoft would spew if I mentioned the coincidence between the arrival of the biggest "shopping weekend" of the year and the viral infection my now "old computer" caught.
You know the one...the one that manifests itself on the restore files of Windows XP rendering it totally useless.
"What's that? A virus that renders XP useless? Oh...we don't know anything about that. Hell, we're phasing XP out anyhow, why don't you just run along and pick up a copy of our new Windows Vista? Oh! Your machine won't exactly support a new operating system? Well then, have you priced new computers these days?"

I really think I should have bought a Mac.
Oh...and if anyone cares......I still need a job.

Deadsville

Well...you won't see much here for awhile.
I...well...my computer caught some super mutant space virus.
It looks like it's done for.

Before and after of a 77 Sportster

I was going to post this on the Jockey Journal but....I dunno....that place lately.
That could be an entry all it's own.
Anyhow, here's some crummy scans of bad scans of not-so-good pictures.
If I had to guess the first 2 are early 80's?
The last one, which could easily be a "before" again (there's been talk of all black tins)is a bit more recent....I'll say 2005?
If this bike could talk......the first thing it might say is "I get treated like a dirt bike!"

An ode to The Country Bumpkins

I STILL say the Pilgrims didn't leave of their own accord

Destiny?

All of these have been hot rods longer than they were "civilian" cars....and they're all local.