Level of Incompetence

So ya call the manufacturer; "yeah, hey dude, does your shorty drag pipes come with anti-reversion or torque cones"? "Ah, I dunno man, let me see if someone is around that can answer your question". Twenty minutes later, still listenin' to Muzak. Wutdafuck! Ya would think that a guy who works for a motorcycle exhaust pipe company would have an idea about gases other than the ones that come out his ass. 

Ain't nuttin' like a Pooter wit a Shooter

Hmmmmm. my kinda girl....

I Love Bobbers!!

That's not exactly what I mean!

Wind of Change (and it ain't pocket change)

Ya know, I just get a nasty itch between my golden globes when a guy can't get a seat at the Beacon for a few good tunes by the Allman Brothers for less than a few hundred smackers. Add travel, eats, a few beers, Manhattan parking tab, and a bottle of tylenol to defray the cost of putting up with the city-palookas and you got nearly a weeks pay; for some, more than a weeks pay. Jeezus, are these guys that hard up for dough that dudes like me who have been with the brothers for forty years can't imbibe their potion? I'm sick of it. The days of the Fillmore are long gone, but so is diggin on good tunes with the "greats", mostly because many are dead; but more painfully, because they became what they fought against so many years ago. I won a pair of tickets to Levon Helm's Midnight Ramble last month and the gig still cost me a hundred smackers just for lodging cuz it's out in the "boonies". Don't ask what the tickets usually cost. It's a rich man's game now; no money-no live experience. Fuck 'em, I saw Hendrix. Suck on that pelican lips! 

I dig Choppers!

This isn't exactly what I had in mind!

Innovation is Bliss!

We need more Goblin Girls!

The Cream

"Of every 100 men: 10 shouldn't even be here, 80 are nothing but targets, 9 are real fighters...we are lucky to have them........they the battle make. Ah, but the one, one of them is a Warrior.....And he will bring the others back." -Hericletus, 500 BC.

Sent by the Columbus Curmudgeon. Words to vent by. Thanks Ashley

Goblin Girl

Here it is folks, the first installment of the Windy Barnacle. A blogspot dedicated to all those who need to vent, when situations prevent, a good ride down the highway on man's best friend; the "iron monster" on which we depend.

Snow, rain and a head full of pain. The springer's in the garage, the government is handing over billions to people with fat cigars and even fatter bellies, and all the custom bike shops that used to be here in the 70's are all gone. There seem to be more Flatheads in Japan than in all of the U.S., I've lost more friends than I have fingers in Iraq and Afghanistan,  and I got a case of the ass at H-D motor company for charging me nearly 200 dollars for a friggin brake lever! J&P ain't much better these days. Time to invest in a machine shop of my own. Let's do it!!  Like Zappa says, I need a Goblin Girl.