12/24/10

Finger Food Friday - Dreamin'

HO HO all you weirdos, freaks and lurkers it's Christmas Eve and I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. So I'm getting ready for bed a couple of days ago, when I start to day dream about building a new bike when it hits me like a shot to the head - build Sonny's bike from the movie Hells Angels 69 - man what a fucking bike. So, I burn up Tim's phone with this wild idea and he's like "do you know what time it is?" It's amazing he puts up with me sometimes - I come up with the wildest shit. Must be sobriety my brain is finally working the way it is supposed to. The dream has evolved to an idea and it's almost a roller as I write this. This is something I never dreamed would happen. Why Sonny's bike? Man, that chopper ruled it for me growing up as a kid riding my chopped up huffy in the streets of Buffalo. I would dream I was an Angel riding Sonny's chopper. Dreams are what make us all real man - from dreaming of my first bike to dreaming of the chopper I ride now. I can see myself riding Sweet Cocaine as Sonny called it in the next Summer or sooner. Yes I'm still dreaming but this time it's actually becoming a reality. I've been overwhelmed at the response to this dream. The most import thing of this build is to do it justice, not to just open a bunch of catalogs and put the pieces together with no meaning. For me it is a very motivational bike fuck it was a dream............

So, as I remember the holidays I'm reminded of a tradition I used to do every Christmas - I would go for a ride. Sometimes not that easy in Buffalo in December... ha ha. Well, one year me and my brother Harley Don hit it - we are putting down the white snow lined roads when we come across a kat on the side of the road. He's kicking feverishly at an old sportster. When we thrown down our kickstands he looks up with a half smile. That's when I noticed the blood streaming down his face. The kat is totally out of breathe. We start talking and he says he just got out of the hospital - was in a bad car wreck the night before. He broke his nose and his jaw in a bunch of places. Well, he was on his way to see his mother with a gift that she had dreamed about for along time. It was a plane ticket to see her sister in another state - it was in a envelope in a stuffed teddy bears arms. We pull the plugs clean them up and she fires right up and after the thank yous and merry Christmas wishes we part ways. I never saw that man again, but in my dreams it was as memorable an event for him as it was for me.........

Peace, LOVE and Joan Baez merry Christmas

Big love ,

Fingers

p.s. if you see a guy riding an old Ironhead with presents you never know........



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