Sunday, June 16, 2013

jap crap

It was sometime late winter of 1979, about three months after the 'incident' at the plastic stamping plant when it occurred to him that the schrapnel not only was not getting better, but in fact it was getting worse, much worse.  Small chunks of Captain Crunch toy submarine parts would work them selves out of the backside, mostly at night.  Hard to sleep when your spitting out red, blue, yellow and green pieces of captain crunch toy submarines from the fatty part of your butt and lower back.  The doctors did all they could, telling him to be greatful that it was not his pretty face that took the brunt of the explosion.  

These submarines were about three inches long by about an inch tall, they would be the prize in the bottom of the box of breakfast cereal.  One would put baking sode in the sub, then drop it in a bucket of water.  Hours upon hours of enjoyment was had watching the Captain dive, then resurface his submarine.  Never was there more a heroic sea-man, than Captain Crunch.

The scars were deep, both physically as well as emotionally, but none-the-less, we trudge on. To this day, sometimes when the conditions are just right, as the sun sets in the east and the jackalopes sing their songs of revolution, you can hear the echos of the great explosion ring through the hillsides of Capacoa county.  Keep on riding your jap crap and fuck all the haters.

8 comments:

WhitelinePsycho said...

Sounds gruesome man, scarred for life but not scared for life . . . ride on Big T, fuck the haters !!!

Dan Yoder said...

That fucking jap crap pile o shit is mutha-fuckin' BITCHIN!!! Dig the pro tapers too..didnt see those on when I was at your crib last time..you just put them on or did I miss them?

Dan Yoder said...

And to whiteline...good to have you back, thought we lost ya for a while!

Ben said...

Whichever one is running is the one you should ride.

Ben said...

Whichever one is running is the one you should ride.

tom said...

Just put these bars on today, handles like a flattracker on acid! And yes, this is the current runner of the bunch.

Dave-O said...

So did you sit on a plastic submarine trying to take a bath one night? Love your bike, always have and your fender is chopped along with other misc shit making it a chopper in my book if we want to get into specifics. But I've been a fan of just using the word streetbikes for most to avoid people spazzing out about stupidness and who cares. Hope you work out the rest of that plastic from your ass!

WhitelinePsycho said...

Cheers Dan, just a wee sabbatical mate, wouldn't miss this shit for quids.