Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Happy Birthday Josh! I remember turnin the big 30, actually no I dont. But I do remember the first time I got the clap (gonnerrhea), I was a 19 year old army shitbag stationed in Korea. One of the other shitbags told me he went downtown and got some pussy for $15 bucks. I said "you're full of shit mother fucker". So I had to check it out for myself. I'll be goddamn, not only was it cheap but it's also true what they say about asian bitches, There pussys really are sideways. I looked for the youngest one available thinkin if she's young she wont be as used up as the rest of these nasty ass lookin tricks. Man was I wrong! That shit was like a fuckin bowl of water. Stunk like rotten garabage but I didnt care. Woke up the next morning and couldnt piss for nothing. Went down to the clinic and got a shot and I was all good. Couple weeks later I was shitfaced and I did it all over again. Yep, I had the clap twice. Good Times! 30 years old aint shit.

It's like looking into the Future....

Today is my dirty 30 and it sucks.I can only hope that there are a lot more times to be had like this until our beards are old,stinky and grey.

Shit Yeah!!!!!!

I thought this was a cool story from one of the guys.This was the type of shit we wanted to take away from this weekend.

The scars on bobs ass will be permanent reminder of the greatest weekend ever,ha! I'm a fuckin retard I shoulda stayed on with you guys sounds like I missed some serious fuckin violation.I decided to keep on ridin saturday afternoon and just zigzaged around the southern half of the state got rained on alot but fuckit the roads were nice and I was havin a blast.
After a few hours I realized I could hear my primary chain slappin the shit out of the inside of the case,so I pulled over and adjusted the fucker all the way up which helped a little but she was still slappin pretty good so I decide I better point my bike in the direction of home.I stopped for gas in durand IL,and as I start walkin towards the station to pay I hear the crash as my ironhead topples the fuck over.Yeah,thats right,my kickstand chose that exact moment to take shit,ha ha ha.I run back hoist the cunt offa the ground and survey the damage.Not bad considering,peep mirrors fucked,clutch levers fucked,snapped right off but if I line it up like a puzzle piece and keep constant pressure on it I can still use it,Fuck it I think,I can deal with this.Thats when I realize my cocksuckin tailghts gone,after a few seconds of franticly lookin around it dawns on me that the license plates hangin on by one nut n bolt and that the tailight didn't break off the piece a shit vibrated itself off.So I duck tape the license plate on and seein as its gettin dark I start racin the sun home.I make it to broadhead and realize I'm fucked it's pretty much dark so I start lookin round town for somewhere to find any kinda generic taillight,"a truck stop would a been fuckin perfect"n some butt connecters.Guess what,this town doesn't have shit just a stop n go gas station and shit ass dollar general,neither which are any help to me.
So as much as I hated to do it I called a club brother to head out with a truck n ramps to come out n get my sorry ass.I then preceded to stake out a comfy little chunk of pavement on the side of the gas station n stare at the stars and reflect on the kick ass journey I had been on.You know what, I loved every minute of it even the hardships,but what I'll treasure the most is the laughter,the freedom,the brotherhood n the pure glory of it all."The violation too of course".Gotta say I owe it almost totally to you n josh fer organizing the whole thing which I'm sure took some serious legwork,time n cash.So thanks again man,for everything,I had a fuckin blast.I hope yer guys ride home was good n hope everyone made it home safe"barring bobs ass n ozzys bike".I look forward to ridin many many more miles with you guys,and remember anything you need from me its yours just let me know..I hope we'll both be good for minnesota but if not rockerbox fer sure n remember man,all roads lead to home, ride on you rotten fucker

From Bliss To Devastation

Ozzie had to cut his trip short due to a fight with the sand pit that caused some damage that none of us could fix......I'm sure his antics would have been greater the final night more than the firsts.I'm convinced that the hot young bartender Ozzie told about herpes will be on the pages of Barely Legal soon and hopefully in my tent next year.

Monday, June 29, 2009

The legend of Bob,Bob White.

Bob,Bob White left his mark on the Violation tour and the fire pit left it's mark on Bob.We had been dead even with a storm,racing to get back to camp when Bob's bike decided to lose power.A couple of carefully placed electrical tape pieces by a roadside doctor and that fuckin storm got us,right in front of a bed and breakfast.We spent the next hour or so under a porch as yuppies on baggers and their rain gear passed and waved.Bob,Bob White bike couldn't have shit 4 blocks down the road at a gas station that had a bar across the street ,could it? No.That storm made for an interesting story,you ever heard the one about Nikki Six and Tommy lee seeing who could go the longest with out showering and still banging out chicks night after night?Well,one of guys only shower was that storm and the road grime and 3 days of filth was enough of a smell to attract one hot river rat.

After two cases of beer at camp and a night on the town,Bob,Bob White decided to burn his tent to lighten his load for the trip home and passed out after pulling his white handled knife on the rest of the drunks making their way back to there tents.Bob,Bob White passed out and snored his way into violation tour history.THANKS A LOT BOB,BOB WHITE

More pIcs....

My take on the Tour.....

I just want to say that I had a blast. Everyone that came was cool as fuck and I couldnt have asked for a better time. Some highlights: Riding some cool roads, Drinking way too many beers, The Bar that sells knifes, Ozzie and his antics, Tits, Getting 6 hours of sleep the whole weekend, Cracking my frame, Getting caught in the rain, Tits, Bob and his burned ass, Bobs Tent (R.I.P), Sexy time explosions, and just making some really cool new friends. I cant wait till next year!!!!!!

363 days and counting..............

Well,what I took away from VT 09' was probably less itchy or drippy then one guy but,none the less, the mission was a success. This trip idea started in the winter when cabin fever along with hard times made us think of a way to leave our 20's in style.The weekend would consist of violating a small Mississippi river valley town on our bikes,making new friends and hurting our livers.

All the miles under our belts and all the booze in our guts,the trip had been rocky but, there was never a time that there wasn't a story unfolding that made the ride one i'll always remember.There was a girl with a T-rex arm that probably would had given the best backwards handjobs and bob,bob white branding his ass on the fire pit was just the tip of it all........just the tip, because there was much violation the attendees and newcomers will have to top next year.

Cant wait until 10'


Tittie suckin at the Iron Horse!

Good times......VT 09

Alex on his Badass sporty with attached Cobra Knife.

This bar sells Swords and Knifes....Fuck YA!
Savanna IL rules!

Running 2 hours late thanks to Corey. His turd of a bike forced him to ride his brothers Dyna.

Thats right Corky....your late.

Outside of Uncle Paulies "The Shame of Glen Ellyn"

Downtown Savanna IL

Back to the Knifes.

I got mine for $5.

More pics

From left to right. Mike, Chris, Josh, Bob, Scott......on our way to getting way to fucked up.

Melissa from the Iron Horse Social Saloon in Savanna IL

Crazy 70's trike.

Heres the crew.


Front row Left to right: Ozzie from Sterling IL, Bob from Kenosha WI, Josh C-Bass from Chicago IL, Alex from Fort Wayne IN, Mike from Chicago IL

Back row left to right: Darryl from Madison WI, Davey from Fort Wayne IN, Scott from Chicago IL, Chris Crime from Chicago IL, Corey from Chicago, Dave Poop from Fort Wayne IN

Dont ask me why half of us have our shirts off.

This is a good picture of Josh (C-Bass) on his sporty flyrite build, dubbed "HOOKER KILLER"

Drunk and passed the fuck out. Yep thats me.

Heres the two bikes that planned this Trip.
far back "Gilded Cunt"
front and center "Hooker Killer
"Gilded Cunt" came home hurt with a cracked frame with some extra filth.
"Hooker Killer" made it there and back with no problems.
Ozzies bike....well, thats another story.


Tits and Knives Mother Fuckers!

Sunday, June 28, 2009


Just want to thank everyone for coming out to Savanna for the weekend!!!

Hope everyone had a good time.

There was never a dull moment.

Pictures will be posted soon!!!

Same weekend next year so mark your calendars.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Pre-Party!!!! Uncle Paulies

Dont forget.....Pre-party at Uncle Paulies on Thursday June 25th. 8ish -10pm???
No Cover
No Motorcycle Colors (bars rules)

Designated Bike Parking

Corners of 64 (north ave) and bloomingdale road in Glen Ellyn IL.

Even if you are not planning on going on the weekend trip everyone is welcome to attend the pre-party.