Wiring and such... !!!

- My tail light needed a rewire
- Landmans tail light: new bulb (which Hobbs randomly found at some
gas station late night style) and shorting out fuses.
- Stone needed his bars tightened: you ever dug into one of those
fairings? Nightmare!
- Queen: new headlight mount, via bore a new hole thru mount and bolt
it straight through.

Total time- 4 hours

But... We had some ill chicken strips!!

Onward from my perspective part 3

The Stable

Onward from my perspective part 2

Onward from my perspective.

Vegas bound... It's NOT cold!

Arrived Vegas on the 'onwardwestward' ride. Not to many hitches on
the way down.

- Queen ran out of gas twice!
- We rewired a randoms bike on the side of the freeway
- St. George was 103
- Vegas is 110
- My CC's are 383 instead of 1200
- Alex Had to Zip tie his gas tank and seat back on

That's pretty much it.

Torso Covers

There's nothing more that says "Blood , Sweat, and Tears", then screen printing some one off T's and shop rags in your buddies garage at 3:30 AM. If you know someone that knows someone you might be able to get your dirty hands on one of these "Volume One" history pieces.

Eff normal gas tanks, and bikes that don't start after working on em
the whole day.

After supper LCC rip

Seth and I busted up the mountain for a moist and foggy ride this evening. Air was fresh and bikes were ON. Thanks for the call Seth.

Meanwhile...Stone was on I 15...

TJ

Fellow Boltsaction Hero (hater). Moched up something we looked over
when comin' up with the name of the blog.

Stopped at my parents house yesterday while I was in AZ. Snapped a few shots of this gem that my pops has owned since 86. If you read any of my posts on the Black Horse you know that I have a soft spot in my heart for scary fast three-wheelers. Here is a fine example. Look for some vintage shots from my childhood comin down the pipeline soon.

Rain is one thing...

... but hail is a whole new level of pain at freeway speeds.

I made a quick mission up to SLC today to pick up the new blacklistVISUAL stickers that Queen at Wooden Robots had printed up for me.  They're fantastic.  Made a couple quick sidetrips into the SLC Ducati and HD Stealerships to check in vain, yet again, to see if somehow somebody had decided to make a leather jacket that wasn't fitted to short, fat Americans.  No dice... being tall and skinny sucks, apparently.

So I hopped the freeway to run back home.  Somewhere around 45th, the skies opened up and reaped hell.  I toughed it out for as long as I could, but had to give up by 106th when the hail kicked in.

By the time I got under some temporary gas station shelter, I was so drenched that I could probably have won the wet-t-shirt contest in some skinny-white-boy lovin' bar... probably in West Hollywood.  Anyway... I sure wish somebody made jackets that fit me.

Graves

Stopped by graves today to peep his garage. He took the Patriot for a
rip. How low can ya go?

Vegas Loc

My boy Jason down in Vegas owns this whip. Pretty sweet rigid that will be making the trek out to SoCal with us. Stoked he is coming. Plus he has a full arsenal of assault rifles we get to play with in the desert.