Heading West.

A lot has happened since my last post. I have not had any access to the Internet. So, the next few posts should get everyone up to date.

I delivered my brother Bill's bike to him, when I was in Florida. It had been stored with me for the last three years. On my way out of Florida, I stopped off in Daytona to pick up a frame from Bill Dodge at Bling Cycles. I was going to deliver this frame to a friend in Texas.

Back in North Carolina I loaded my '92 FXRS next to the frame I picked up in Florida. Try to spot the frame.

 I arrived in Texas just in time to attend the Republic of Texas Rally or ROT Rally with the crew from DC Choppers.

 Drake heads/cylinders on this Knuckle Bottom.

This was my temporary residence while I was turning wrenches at DC Choppers.

Flying High in Florida

I was back in Florida for a quick visit last week. Work had started to really get to me and I needed a fucking break. Mark heard I was in town with Pepper and offered to take us up in his 1978 Cessna Turbo 210.

The 210 in the hanger pre-flight.

Mark explained what a pilot looks for in a pre-flight check and went over all the instruments. Mark is a great teacher and a more detailed and precise mechanic than I am, no worries on my part if this thing will make it back.

After we loaded up, we called the tower for permission to taxi and take off. At the end of the runway we did a run up of the engine, checked for traffic and prepared for take off.

Take off speed is 80 mph. I wasn't sure we were going to make it.

Lift off achieved.

Dirty Ed letting the passengers know what to do as he prepares to take over the plane.

Cruising at 3,000 ft, engine at 2,450 rpm, consuming 17 gallons of fuel an hour, ceiling at 4,000 ft, visibility 5 miles, perfect weather for crusing around Lake Okeechobee. This is the north rim of the lake. We had planned on flying over the beach but were rerouted back to Boca Airport by the West Palm BeachTower. They had a plane with a medical emergency.

A big "THANKS" goes out to our Pilot and friend Mark for a great flight and fun experience.

Next time can we use the machine guns?

South Florida.

Since I was going to be in Daytona. It would be a good time to head another 240 miles south and take care of some business and see some friends.

My home in South Florida.

You can't beat accommodations like this. Fridge full of booze, couch to sleep on, pool table, tv, music, and a pisser out back (tree).

Marley the 100lb plus yellow lab and expert lizard hunter. Marley loves to jump in the pool, walk through the nearest sand, then jump on you for some scratching.

Watch your white shirts.

I was blown away when Bill and Pat showed up. It has been about 5 years since the three of us have been together.

The weather at night was just cool enough for a fire.

We stayed up till 3am catching up.

Marley couldn't take it and crashed out on my bed.

Dr. Zoidburg is now 2 and getting huge!!!

A BIG Thanks!! to:

 Joe and family for letting me crash out at there place.

Bill and Pat for coming out to see me.

Dave and Jake for stopping by to hang out and pick up the engine hoist.

Bill McGraw for lunch.

Sorry I couldn't see everyone. I needed to get back for work.

Unfortunately, the work offer was a bust and I should have stayed a few more days.