Thursday, July 16, 2009
So I finally finished the Pan and took her out for a break-in run up to the Wisconsin border. Put on the ipod and hit the two laners heading North. Up on the state line I was listening to the song "Angels" by Black Mountain. The song is so ill that my eyes were being crushed by the sound to where I barely had one eye cracked through the Ray Bans. It was just enough to catch the back side of a killer lifted white CJ7. It was hot as blazes and the sun was burning red when I got close enough to see the long sandy blonde hair of two back country prizes whipping in the wind. As I slowly make the pass, the driver with her sun dress and dark sunglasses on, pulled the hair from her face and gave me the sweetest smile and perfect wave, so I had to see what they were up to.
I yell over "where you going" and with a shrug of her perfectly tan shoulders I read her lips saying "swimming". Me being selfish I yell back "can I go" answered with a "come on". So I follow 'em for a couple miles to a rickety old boat launch on a no wake lake. Perfect. Little did they know that I was prepared and had packed a grape flavored spliff for my wander lust. As the sun dresses hit the gravel I invited the girls to a puff which was accepted with an "oh my god, I love you right now"
Headed to outer space and hit the cool water giggling like school girls all the while admiring their blessed and naturally perfect sticks n bones. Sat on the shore for about an hour getting to be friends and they said they had to split so I got the number and made plans for a weekend ride with more grape flavored magic and a midnight fire.
Seriously, if this was a true story I would not be writing about it on my computer right now. But you should listen to that song really loud and see where it takes your head now that you know where it took mine.
still tweaking some bugs in the distributor on the pan and wrapping up the brake linkage and then hopefully this story will come to life. Sorry for the disappointment but I needed to get that off my chest. Now go out and see if your bike can get you laid. Mine can't.
Hope you like the bike though!