Ari Rankum
NAFO Karting Champion, 2012
Wow. Really fun read. Fantastic. Some highlights:
Mommy left; Daddy died; Grampa died; Gramma died; Muppy died; Kitty died; I got divorced and when I returned I found out I no longer lived on 'Pipeline Road', I lived on 'Camino de las Huertas'.
Silva's Saloon is still there and I just love parking the FJR in front of it with all the Hardly Ablesons and walking in with my black leather jacket with Jump-Wings on it waiting for them to start some ****.
Of course they don't--those guys are the Real Deal with Real Grey Ponytails and Real Grey Beards.
Thinking of those guys at Silva's kinda makes me feel bad for busting on Harley Riders....
On second thought, I can't imagine what those old '1 Percenters' think of the Dopey Yuppies and California Carpet Munchers on American Iron.
When I pulled up to the stoplight (usta be a stop sign) at highways 44 and 85 intersection, a local rolled down his truck (Chevy, of course) window and yelled "Orjale: Cherry bike, Bro!".
I thought of giving him the finger, but I gave him my thumb and road back to "Old Pipeline Road" and gave it back to my pal. He said, beaming: "What d'ya think!?"
I said: "Cherry bike, Bro!"
Great stuff. Good read. Thanks for posting it. Write some more!God, the FJR ROCKS! It Rocks and Rocks and Rocks!!!!