long list of things to do over the winter, the most difficult one completed, getting the title and a fresh plate. Very giddy about that.
17's front and rear. Exhaust. rebuild complicated dual carb set-up. head gasket. Repair frame damage.
fat bars. new levers/cables. fit contemporary KTM plastics, most likely mean a new sub frame.
attach stick to beat off all the ladies whom will more than likely be chasing me where ever I go on this sex machine.
Awhile ago I went to a D.R.I. show at the High Noon. They are old farts and ruled nonetheless but their merch guy was a royal smegma smear. It was all I could do to endure his sarcasm and general disdain for me in order to buy this sticker. It has stayed on this fender despite a dumb Madison stop sign running bicyclist being wrapped around it and an total tranny grenade incident. Not to mention my own idiot antics. Now it has a new home. I am thrilled.
Tom wrangled a bunch of us together this weekend for some filming.
Everything went great, but flashbacks of HMS and a broken foot were lingering in my head both days. KLR still needs new suspension, no dock jumping for me.
I feel for these guys, although mud makes for a much softer landing point. Turn off the sound and play yakety sax.
First day in the city, hungover, warm and rainy, appropriate.
sorry that this picture is so blurry! These two pics are from the 9/11 museum. To say it was intense is a huge understatement. I did not anticipate on how heavy the whole experience would be. If you find yourself in new york, please go to this memorial, it's wonderful in the most heartbreaking way.
Room where the film fest was screened. Some random dudes head. Lots of people, lots of random heads.