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Had to steal this from goingnowherefaststl.blogspot



I ride because it is fun. I ride because I enjoy the freedom I feel from being exposed to the elements, and the vulnerability to the danger that is intrinsic to riding. I do not ride because it is fashionable to do so. I ride my machine, not wear it. My machine is not a symbol of status. It exists simply for me, and me alone. My machine is not a toy. It is an extension of my being, and I will treat it accordingly, with the same respect as I have for myself. I strive to understand the inner-workings of my machine, from the most basic to the most complex. I learn everything I can about my machine, so that I am reliant upon no one but myself for its health and well-being. I strive to constantly better my skill of control over my machine. I will learn it’s limits, and use my skill to become one with my machine so that we may keep each other alive. I am the master, it is the servant. Working together in harmony, we will become an invincible team. I do not fear death. I will, however, do all possible to avoid death prematurely. Fear is the enemy, not death. Fear on the highway leads to death, therefore I will not let fear be my master. I will master it. My machines will outlive me. Therefore, they are my legacy. I will care for them for future bikers to cherish as I have cherished them, whoever they may be. I do not ride to gain attention, respect, or fear from those that do NOT ride, nor do I wish to intimidate or annoy them. For those that do not know me, all I wish from them is to ignore me. For those that desire to know me, I will share with them the truth of myself, so that they might understand me and not fear others like me. I will never be the aggressor on the highway. However, should others fuck with me, their aggression will be dealt with in as severe manner as I can cast upon them. I will show respect to other bikers more experienced or knowledgeable than I am. I will learn from them all I can. However, if my respect is not acknowledged or appreciated, it will end. I will not show disrespect to other bikers less experienced or knowledgeable than I am. I will teach them what I can. However, if they show me disrespect, they will be bitch-slapped. It will be my task to mentor new riders, that so desire, into the lifestyle of the biker, so that the breed shall continue. I shall instruct them, as I have been instructed by those before me. I shall preserve and honor traditions of bikers before me, and I will pass them on unaltered. I will not judge other bikers on their choice of machine, their appearance, or their profession. I will judge them only on their conduct as bikers. I am proud of my accomplishments as a biker, though I will not flaunt them to others. If they ask, I will share them. I will stand ready to help any other bikers that truly needs my help. I will never ask another biker to do for me what I can do for myself. I am not a part-time biker. I am a biker when, and where-ever I go. I am proud to be a biker, and hide my chosen lifestyle from no one. I ride because I love freedom, independence, and the movement of the ground beneath me. But most of all, I ride to better understand myself, my machine, the lands in which I ride, and to seek out and know other bikers like myself.

-Author Unknown

New truck has been running good

Been pretty surprised so far. Only had a couple minor issues. Bought me some black wheel paint and painted the wheels. Nothing much else I wanna do to her except add a radio, some door & hood locks, and thats about it.

NICELY DONE SIR

QUICK ONE HERE-

Vintage Racing

My truck will never be this nice....

Spacevan...Digger....Broads...what more do ya need.

To My Mom....



Watching Christmas Story at this time of the year just brings up so many emotions. I dont post really any personal shit on here. But, Christmas just makes me think about everything and life in general. Friends, Family, Life etc... I lost my Mom a couple years ago to Cancer. She was 55. Times like now, I wish she was still around. We used to watch Christmas Story every year. It was fuckin awesome. She was one of my best friends, always there, giving advice, drinking beer, competing in the number of tattoos that we had, riding on the back of my Dads softail,, next to me on my 67 Triumph and coming home later than me on some nights. Even though she drove me crazy, she was my Mom and no one will every compare. We are so much alike, good and bad.

I dream about her alot. She lives in the same house...my grandparents house, literally miles away from where she is buried. Down south, in some hilljack town, I see her from time to time. I wake up and sometimes I just cant remember...wanting to fall back asleep & just spend more time with her. Its all very lucid, sometimes surreal. But I know that is where she is.... at least in my mind.

At my weakest moments, I pray to her for strength.

.......I had this dog that I rescued (Roxy). She was half Lab and Shepard bitch. I saved her from a shelter and brought her home when I was living with my P's still. I had her for about 9 years. She always had a weird connection with my Mom. Before my Mom would have seizures, this dog would freak the fuck out. Whining, pacing, just very odd. she always gave my Mom a "heads up".  Animals are weird like that, and I am glad to of had Roxy within our Family to give my Mom some sort of comfort.

Roxy is currently in Biker Heaven with my Momma. I am planning on riding down to southern IL to finally re-unite the two in spring. It only seems fitting.

So, as I think about all this personal shit at this specific time of the year, please appreciate and love the small things in life, your family, your true friends, your pets, and really get out there and live life. It doesnt last forever!!!!! Be kind, treat others with respect, live long and prosper..and dont shoot your eye out.

Have a Safe, Happy and Merry Christmas. From me, to yours!



SHOPS 5.0

I'M REALLY JEALOUS OF THIS PLACE-

COMPANY CHRISTMAS PARTIES

AIN'T THE GREAT,AS LONG AS THERES BOOZE-

Violation Tour 2012 June 15th-16th

June 15-16th.
If you wanna ride with email me at chrishartman13@Hotmail.com

SANTA CAME EARLY

MY NEW SPACE AGE TOILET SEAT. NAH, LETS CALL IT A TOILET SADDLE, YEAH, THAT SOUNDS GOOD-LUXURY MY FRIENDS, HEATED SEAT EVEN, JUST LIKE THEM FANCY CARS-

AW SHIT, THERES ANOTHER CROP COMING UP

HIPSTER BABIES, THE PLAGUE IS RAMPANT-

1%er VW Trike

So, I sold a truck to a local club guy last week. He was an old timer,greybeard, one legged bad-ass motherfucker. The real mccoy. Its too bad these old timers are all fading away. Just think, they lived it, and have stories to be told, from their mouth, to your ears.......before blogs, period correctness, online forums, digital cameras, & internet sensations. Simpler times to say the least.

 A motorcycle accident in the mid 70's put him on a trike. He was telling me all sorts of crazy stories about tattooed woman, rides to sturgis, and this crazy VW trike he just sold.
He emailed me the other day with this picture of his dogs asshole and a crazy looking trike. Well, enjoy!

CHAIN GUARDS ARE GAY

BUT I'D HATE TO GET OIL ON MY FAVORITE AFFLICTION SHIRT-

D. STREET ORIGINAL

MY GOOD FRIEND DAVEY DID THIS ARTWORK WHILE IN COLLEGE, LONG BEFORE LARRY DIED.I WONDER IF IT'S WORTH MORE NOW? DOUBT IT, I THINK DAVEY NEEDS TO BE THE DEAD ONE FOR THAT TO HAPPEN-

My new toy

So, I sold my s-10 to a one legged 1%er and junked my 85 Riv, so I had some play money. I found this 64 C10 in Jonesville MI. I'm not really a car guy but I want something to bomb around in during the week and weekends running errands and shit. I think it will be a solid truck. SBC283,2 speed powerglide, drum brakes. Gotta say it was pretty fun blasting this beast around the backroads on MI on my initial test drive. Old trucks are fucking cool. Plus, I feel like I got a deal on her.

PULP-

One of these days......I'll have a low low

Period Correct Evos For Life!!

Gota change em up every winter a little. Not sold on the bars, but I am digging the absurd tall-as-fuck sissy bar. Gotta clean her up before winter, rebuild the front end, and tweek her nipples and I will be all ready for those sparse warm winter days and springtime sunny afternoons.

Still Riding

Not a bad day, could have been sunny and a little less windy, but fuck. Its Nov and we're still riding. Coreys shovel decided to blow a head gasket. He was able to limp it back home with no problem. Hopefully we can get a few more of these days in before Winter sets in

PROGRESS

LITTLE BIT CLOSER TO BEING ABLE TO ACTUALLY LEAVE TOWN ON THIS THING.
MINOR TWEAKS. CANT WAIT TO SQUIRT SOME COLOR ON-

Give Up And Ride,The Motherfucker

This reminds me of something dirty,dark,restless,shameful,nightmare-ish,like the never ending road to somewhere I don't want to go.An image that haunts me,an image that sends my curiosity into overload,an image that makes me want more and an image that makes me want to know whats at the end......an image that brings back every memory that has ever needed to be forgotten...

I want to ride both of these

KUNG POW!

Yep

What a great start to a real swell weekend. Spent all afternoon driving in traffic until it gets dark, then hunt for my hotel for an hour in a random town only to find my room is a real "gem". So its like im paying someone else so i can have a shitty weekend.





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