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That line got my attention .  Prompted me to reach back..  My phone lights up daily with .... info ....   rumors ... gossip  .. facts ...  screen shots .... transcripts  ....   it's become a repository.   I read it .. then .. delete it. Today I had an interesting conversation.  Hour or so with someone I'd like to meet in the future.  Whether it be social media ...  texts.. emails.. or phone conversations, sometimes you realize you 'click' with someone.  Today was one of the those conversations.   The last few months, I've been apprehensive. When you get 'anonymous' texts and phone calls, and there is the risk of folks recording it all... puts you in a precarious position. Maybe they aren't real, but a BS request to suck you in, to f' with you.   So, I tend to be careful.  I'm not out lurking.  I'm not out searching.  I'm not trolling.  But, I'm in the the mix .. why?   Because .. I called it out months ago. Sometimes you see s

Called back one of them special numbers.. and .. it got forwarded to a number that .. i recognized.. but .. no longer in service. Ain't that special?

.. and I don't give a fuck. Personally. I thought I was involved in a 'whatever' BS FB game... but now realize I've been sucked into a bizarre scheme that's been flowing for almost two decades.   A web that has sucked in innocent people that have zero grasp how fucked up the entire ......  ...  game .. is. My first mistake was thinking was it was simply a game.  It's not.  It's a thought up, psychotic scheme to suck the funds from the innocent and the sheep....    that .. most still have no grasp. I'm at fault for even dipping my toes into the water.  I had no grasp of how deep the water is/was.  Now , I'm going to sit back and see if the ....  POS lawyers from either side, can bring this to some type of ...............end.. Fucking Crazy.  My prayers go out to the lady that was sucked into this mess by an evil , conspiring POS ... ..................................................

Before I'd retired from the USAF, I watched what I ate.  Hell, I rarely ate out, rarely ate expensive meals.  I hadn't acquired a taste for good wines, scotch or bourbons.   Back in the day when I put in a lot of time at the gym, I remember joking " if I could take a magic food pill that replaced my meals .. i would" .   Point being, I ate out of necessity, not .. .just because. Since I got out of the USAF and into the world of 'suits', I've discovered a world of decadence.  Sushi, Sashimi, all the different fish dishes, awesome cuts of red meat, and endless seafood options.  Damned it, I love to eat!  Last night I had a business meeting/dinner and got reminded just why, my damned belly is as big as it is....   Some of my OEM Partners were in town and I got the invite to dinner; these guys have become personal friends and I jump at the chance to connect up when possible.   The dinner location option was given to me and I pointed us to Pappas Bros Steakho

Several months I wrote about the Sheep .  This was initially based on a chain of events and social media that had me, at some level, in a defensive posture. Since that day, it's become a term I use for folks that .. well.. just don't get it.  You know, I've always said that 50% of the population just plods along like a bunch of dumb-asses. Clueless.  Mooching off society.  I now refer to them as the sheep as well.   It was a term I used on my own as a joke, not realizing how many people use it themselves.   Since then, I've had a lot of fun with it, and still am. Probably always will. Especially as truths come out and the sheep are provided a mirror.  Last year we had Colin Kaepernick doing his kneeling bullshit during the National Anthem.  Now you've got half the players in the NFL doing the same shit, or similar crap with a twist, like a bunch of fucking sheep.  What a joke.   What really got me was when this started last year, the MSM media came to his side. 

Them: "you got this way because of the juice ..." . Me:    ".. ummmm .. no" I've wrote about some of this over the years........ Back in 9th grade, I got the shit beat out of me by two seniors.   My jaw was broken in two places, wired up for almost two months, and I went from a skinny 150 to 135 before that summer began.   I was the target of two racists, while living in Hawaii.   That moment would affect me the rest of my life..... That summer I began working out.  I used a routine I got out of the comic books for $5.00.  I wish I'd kept that for my archive.  It was a 12 week program that I grew to 175 by the end of summer with.  From the time those braces came off, to the beginning of the next school year , I'd put on 40 lbs.  Was that 40 lbs of muscle?  Well, common sense says 'no', that's almost impossible. But I was still lean and mean, so ......  pretty damned close.  In addition, I began taking Akido, and then Kenpo Karate. Before

I've been 'involved' in the Indian Motorcycle Community since '09, right after I purchased an '09 Kings Mountain Vintage Chief.  Initially, via the Indian Motorcycle Community Forum, then via the Iron Indian Riders Association (forum and events).  Around that same time, FB picked up steam and you could find some folks out there that you had something in common with (Indians!).  By 2013, Polaris was introducing the fourth generation of bikes, new forums were popping up, new owners piling into the mix, and things were spinning in full force if you were in the web (no explanation needed for those that know). Over the last seven years, I've connected up with many via virtual channels and met  many in person.  Over that time, I've joined the IRG, IIRA, IARG, IOA and IMRG.  If you don't know what those stand for, don't worry about it :)  The only ones that matter to me is IIRA (Iron Indian Riders Association, which I'm fanatical about) and the IMRG (

Folks, let's just put it out there. I don't have a fake profile called "Johnny Anderson" .  Nor, do I have a fake profile called  "Duder Manrode". Approximately 24 hours ago, the IMTC posted this After that was posted by IMTC, over 100 comments from both sides of the fence, and more than a just a confused few, were posted.   The Sheep were in full force, and several folks gave a point of view, somewhat in support of the original IMTC post.  But two 'people' began chiming in with a LOT of info that hasn't been in the public.  First was from Johnny Anderson.   After reading this guy's posts for awhile, I headed to his profile on FB and realized quickly it was a 'fake' profile, most likely created to allow someone to express their opinions w/o retribution.  Now, behind that profile has to be an email address.  My guess is it's bogus as well.  But FB would most likely be able to pinpoint the source via IP addresses. However,

Originally, I didn't want to go this year.  Things had changed.  Things got convoluted  .. but..  some of my new friendships have blossomed, and this trip was calling my name.  I've gotten close to Rick and Holly Dittel.  My friendship with Gary Groustra was growing.   I'd finally met his wife Cheryl and also some of the other North Winds folks a few months ago in Durango.  I was looking forward to meeting Tim Neid and his wife.  Linda and Stefanie, I'd promised I'd be there. Gary Blomberg and I'd been chatting.   So many other folks; Mustache Mike, Mark Petersen.. the list goes on and on. The last few years I've gotten to know Mustache Mike better and better as well. I feel blessed to have these Northern Brothers and Sisters.  And to be honest, I thought I'd see a few of the folks that I've come to know over the last several years.  Disappointingly... the latter didn't happen.  Not sure what the hell I thought would happen; but whatever I though

Loaded on trailer due to weather __________________ I'm a lil late posting this.  I'd put it on the back burner for a few weeks.  It's finally time; time for the PG version It's year number 6 ...................... Rolled in late and beat Back in ’12 I started heading up that way.  Year after year, in mid-August.  But this year would be different.   I wasn’t attending the previous event, but headed up to ride with the IIRA North Winds tribe.   I had an open invite to stay with the Dittels’s and I was taking them up on it. Last year, Pedro and Brook stayed with them, but I rode back to the LivIn Inn every night.   We had a week of rides planned and I was looking forward to it.   A couple of years ago I “Iron butted” it to/from Sturgis, but this year, I planned to make it official; receipts, GPS mapped, etc   I had the bike prepped.   I had the route planned (with extra miles to get me into 4 digits).   I was ready.  But, Mother Nature wasn’t.  I could