Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Bad Julie
When I was growing up I used to go down to Lowry Air Force Base in Denver with my Dad. He restored old planes at this museum and I would help him every now and then. I mostly read books in the cockpit of this F-4E Phantom. My Dad is so cool that he stenciled my name on the nose of the plane. Now it is known as "Bad Julie".
Black Mountain "Don't Run Our Hearts Around"
One of my favorite bands. On my last trip, I was listening to them on my Ipod going through the Desert on Arizona at sunset. It's amazing how the music you love becomes the soundtrack to your life.
Lori Hell Rider
Lori and a few of her friends from Chicago came out to Colorado to ride around for a couple of days. I was on my way up north to my folks house to meet up with Lori when I see a few bikes all packed and with Illinois plates. Get the fuck outta here. What are the chances that I'm cruisin' down the highway at the same time these guys are? So I'm driving right next to Lori for a mile or so watching her stuff her face with peanuts and drinkin' water before she looks over and recognizes me. They followed me up to my folks house which is about 40 miles north of Denver in the heart of farm country. I hung out for a bit and had to head back to Denver to go to work. Later that night Lori met up with me at the bar where I work. I sweet talked the other 'tender into letting me get out early so I could hang with her. I took her to my favorite bar in Denver. Some people like dive bars, but this is beyond that, it's a shit hole. Not many places still around that depending on how well the bartender knows and likes you determines the price. The jukebox is full of David Allen Coe, Steppenwolf, The Allman Brothers and so on. There's cockroaches that run across the floor around the cigarette butts that you smoke in the back pool room. The ceiling leaks when it rains, there's one main bathroom which is used for 3 things, pissin', screwin' and excessive drug use. Anyway Lori followed me with her bike to the bar and fell in love with it. We hung out, she got to meet some of my friends, drink a few brews and share a few laughs before she had to hit the road again. I hope to see her in Sturgis and Davenport this year.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
This is Jo Giavannoni in '78 with her rigid, stroker Sporty. She was one of the owners of Harley Women Magazine. She worked with my Dad at Villa Park HD and ran in the same crowd for many years. As far back as I can remember, I've always looked up to her and the other women that rode with her(That means you Hell Riders!). It was hard for women to be respected as riders that worked on their own bikes and it still is today. For women like us, this isn't a novelty or a photo opportunity to look like a greasy pin-up. This is our life and we deserve our respect too.Harley Women Magazine
Here's an article I wrote for Harley Women Magazine back in the day. The tomboy with short hair in the picture is me.
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