Friday, June 22, 2012

The lucky number 13.

A BIG "THANKS" to Edge for sending me a few tickets to the gathering this weekend.
I am truly blessed when it comes to the friends I have.

This year is the 13th Smoke Out and almost feels like it may be the last for a few of us.
It's not what it used to be and it's not surprising. When the word gets out about a great event, soon the jackasses and chuckle heads start showing up and fuck it up for those of us who have been there from the start. Choppers and riding are replaced by golf carts and beads. Conversations about bike building and fabrication are drowned out by shitty southern rock pouring out of crappy speakers on baggers with butt faced drunk red neck women on the back going "WOOOOOOO!" Don't get me wrong, I am happy for Edge and the success of the event he started. Without this event I would not have some of the brothers I have today. I wish him much success in the future.
Life is changing for many of us. A few have moved or are getting ready to. Some have started businesses and families or are getting ready to expand existing families or businesses. A few are starting new careers, including me. Monday starts a new era for me, but that is a story for another time.
If this turns out to be the last Smoke Out for me, so be it. It's been a hell of a ride and I wouldn't change any of it. If it's not, that's cool too. Maybe I will have my Shovelhead ready for the next one, but don't hold your breath.


  1. Well said Ed. The part about the butt faced women made me laugh out loud.