Winter's got me hunkered down with two shit bikes, a truck with a blown up tranny and little money until something rolls in. It's not often that I get a chance to sit down and watch some TV but I've been locked down in the house for a few weeks now and happened across the last few episodes of Hell on Wheels. It brings back my childhood love for Cowboys and Indians.
The skies were clear when I left Rockford... but as my typical luck would have it the clouds soon rolled in and emptied their tears upon me. Eventually I made it to Milwaukee were I was to shoot Warren's Panhead. As I arrived the rain ceased leaving behind the most amazing sky. There are few cities I truly love but Milwaukee is one of them. It's lawless on a motorcycle and has the feel of small town America. Beefy Jerky, Fried Cheese Curds, lots of Beer and Harley Davidsons
Sept, 7th-8th 2011
I met up with Shawn in Davenport, Iowa... we rode to Chicago then to Rockford then up to Milwaukee to visit Warren. It doesn't matter how many times you bring your spoons and an extra inner tube.... your tire will always be fine until that one time you decide that you wont need them. Warren came to the rescue. The next day we decided to show Shawn around the town. It just so happened that the Packers were playing and on the occasion were beating the snot out of there opponent. A free shot for each touchdown turned into an interesting night. Some of us held our bikes up better than others.... just say'n
Alex thought it would be a good idea to bring scarface home from the bar.