8/6/10

Finger Food Friday - The GLORY Days?

Hey all you weirdos, freaks and lurkers your neoborhood Fingers back to take you for a trip into my life...

August marks 34 years of riding for me - by the way all on a ridgid chopper. It's not yours unless you build it, bleed on it and start it for the first time.

First off let me apoligize for the lack of pics - I'm in Buffalo and the rest of my life is in FL [fuck FL] including my beautiful wife and all my pics.

I rode a bsa chopper from 1976 to 1983 when I sold it to BUILD my first HD chopper. I bought a 1951 wishbone frame and a springer, some wheels and a bunch of other shit. Well, I was on my way, I always had a vision of what my style of an HD chopper should look like. In my eyes it was early 60's socal ape hangers fishtails totally stripped down. So, with the help of the kool kats I met, Honda Bob, Bobby Dinks and Pigs o yeah can't forget Sandy from the famous Chosen Few MC from who I scored a 1976 shovel. The problem was that there was no paper work and the numbers were drilled out. An insurance job - I was told - side note, there was alot of that going on back in the day. Scored a trans from from Bobby Dinks with the same story. Paid $700.00 for the heart and $250.00 for the gear box. All the kats I was hanging with at the time let me dig through their spare parts and score what I needed. It used to be like that - kats weren't all about cash. Anybody that knows me, knows I hate money. I would rather give to someone who needed it. It's still out there you just have to be with the right brothers. I finished it in about a year - after I did a 6 month stay in the local can for some bullshit. Honda Bob let me keep my dream at his shop. So I get out of prison hook up with a kat named Pigs, and scored a clean set of cases in trade for some body work and 200 cash. Then it was on.... there was no turning back......

Flash forward 12 years I join the Chosen Few MC. After prospecting I become a soldier in the Few. I did some soild shit to earn my patch. Guns were always a part of my lifestyle. I new my way around them very well. So we start to hang out at a cruise night at a Mexican restaurant. One night 2 guys from another mc start some shit with me - Chucky Chesee and the Midget - side note number two I'm not naming the other club and I've changed the names of the guys involved for obvious reasons. Well, the shit hits the fan and we lump them up pretty good. Next thing I know emergency meeting - fucking great. Well low and behold we're at fucking war with the other club. Me and my 1911 are tight friends for sure now - DON'T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT. In the car I'm cruising with a Mossberg model 500 with a pistol grip and for home security i have an AR15 with a 38 in the shitter. Now I'm already a convited felon with a prior gun charge so we are high rolling with heat for sure. We are on our toes big time - doing a lot of homework on these guys addresses, plate numbers etc. I even delivered a fucking piaza to their Pres. That took some work but I was a good soldier. I cased his pad with a quick glance. Weeks later I broke into his pad and stole his guns. We got to him the next day I dont think he is still the same after that haha.

We soon got ours... about 5 or 6 of us were sitting at a bar with our backs to the window when they came looking for us. We were not too hard to find. They rolled in with 2 car loads when JJ caught something out of the corner of his eye. A car loaded down. He an yours truely hit the front door and turned the corner just as they were jumping out of the car headed to the back door. Well, I don't need to paint no picture here - I run for a parked car while JJ is telling them to drop the rilfe. It wasn't until I sent some lead their way that they paused. One heads towards us with a .22 hand job. He makes it like 2 feet when he drops. Now, the others are piling back in the car. At this point I run out of bullets and run for my car to retrieve my crowd controll model 500. Just then I see the other car pull up with flashes coming out of its passenger window. I try to make it back across the street but I get caught in cross fire. I creep up and blast off 2 rounds towards the driver's side. I make it back to my brothers and we're all pined behind a truck. I'm kinda stunned for a minute.... then Danny yells at me "YOU GOING TO USE THAT FUCKING THING OR WHAT?" So I jump up and pull off 4 more. They split in hurry after that. I shove 5 rounds into the 500 and I fucking keep pulling the trigger till I dont hear no noise coming from it. I put the last 2 shells I got into the reciver when another car comes around the corner... when it was over I blew a hole in a civilian car - hit the door and took out the taillight (but nobody in the car was hurt). We all spilt fast.. sirens blaring meant the man was on the way, fast. We escaped with one bullet wound - a through-and-through in the arm. They weren't so lucky - 4 of thier guys caught lead that day.

I don't carry that day around like a trophy at all it was really fucking stupid and only by luck nobody is dead. I was a soldier in an army....

It's 100 miles to chicago...
We've got a full tank of gas...
Half a pack of cigarettes...
It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses...

"HIT IT"




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