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Saturday, August 20, 2011

Sportster for Sale

So...I'm putting the Sporty up for sale. It's listed on Craigslist for $5800 OBO but for friends of the Loud I would part ways with her for less. Call my cell (918) 346-1898 for details or additional pics.

Friday, August 19, 2011



Tuesday, August 16, 2011

From the Jeff Decker exhibit.

This was the patch that Chong was wearing in the beginning of the 2nd movie. I always wanted to see what that patch looked like up close so this was the highlight of that show. There was a bunch of bikes but I could careless about other peoples shit.

So Dirt Bag Show is coming up Quick......SEPT 24th

Lords of Loud 2nd annual Dirt Bag Biker Bash is on for the next month, date is set for Sept 24th at the same spot and we will have more info coming your way.  Bands are set up and PBR/Miller is sponsoring the beverage aspect, so we just need to get that free shit in play and all of you crazy mother fuckers down, over and around for the last party of the summer....

Sunday, August 14, 2011

The Buffalo Chip

Im pretty sure that place sucked.
The last night I was there a few folks with access to a mini bike and a golf cart thought it would be rad to knock over an illegal (to the chip) burn barrel and start jumping over the barrel, the fire, and at times a dude and a hot canadian chick. Id guess there were about 20 folks watching or participating while the sun was just starting to make the east side of our great country light up. So after a hour or so of entertainment the golf cart makes a sweet jump and out of nowhere the Buffalo chip Swat team shows up. HAHAH these guys were such choads.

I was pretty hammered while this was going down so the story could be different, but in my head it was pretty funny. 3 ATV's full of tuff guys roll up with radios and and buffalo chip shirts. They are asking questions like "who the fuck did this? Which one of you guys set this on fire? OH MY GOD WHERES THE WATER TO PUT IT OUT ARE YOU GUYS INSAINE???????!!!" They cornered a couple of different guys and questioned them about what had happened. I watched one follow a dude with a splitknot shirt on to his tent he go's in and the Swat guy was like "sir I still need to talk to you could you please exit the tent?" and the dude in the tent was like "sorry I cant hear you". The cop dude came up to me and said "who's camp is this? I don't know Im here to watch the sunrise. Well you enjoyed the fire along with everybody else. Who set the fire? No idea bro I just got here to watch the sunrise.. OH WELL NOBODY WANTS TO TALK!!!!! He huffs a couple times because I guess Drunk folks at 5 am are supposed to be easier to talk to in South Dakota. He then tells one of his peons to grab the illegal glass in the camp. (i started recording this with the phone) So they rifle through 3 coolers and pick up I believe about 4 bottles of beer then complain about not having a bag to put them in so they stopped that. While that one dude was ganking beer the head dude looks at me and says something like "Thats a good idea I better record all these license plates, so when i figure out who set this fire I can send them the $500 arson ticket. When the EMT showed up I grabbed the key out of my bike, so they didn't steal that too, shot the head guy a dirty look and wondered off to sleep. At some point in all that I remember doing the old Hawaii Five O theme song.
Just an FYI there were several coolers full of water and trailer hook ups everywhere with water.

The chip had to have sucked for the Limpdicky venders and the magazine. They were set up in a spot where there was zero foot traffic during the day. You know where you want the folks to see your shiny nice bikes and parts you have for sale. Some of these venders traveled along way to sell 3 shirts. I'd bet that it int the same next year. I just cant see the pairing of that group with the musical acts of yesteryear such as BuckCherry, Tesla, Poison, Gregg Allman and Toby Keith.

I did however invent a new game. Its called Douche Bag Pinata. Theres a zip line that cross's over the "party spot" over the chip and i guess they can have groups of 4 go across at the same time. Well I found it very liberating to yell obscenities at them as they flew over our heads. Great times there with all the LED covered road kings women dressed like hookers riding bitch on the back of said road kings.

Another positive was the folks I hung out with that week. Of course they weren't a product of the Buffalo Chip. I met these 2 crazy bastards named Tim and Mo. They were like watching the movie The Odd Couple but they were both Oscar's. At some point I think they got mad at each other and one of them was like"fuck it im going to Alaska" and he hopped on his scooter and fucked off. It was great I hope I meet up with them dudes again.

Big Thank you to Chris and Cyclesource magazine for letting me sleep in the big red trailer and the ticket to get into the show. Proof that no matter where we are we will find a way to have fun. Thanks to the Cycle Boys (more on them), and everyone else who made it a good time.

Friday, August 12, 2011

My ride to and from sturgis

I left Friday morning from Kansas city to go meet up with my BroSS in Cedar Rapids Iowa. We would get hammered and then head the 70 miles south to Ainsworth to the Papa Clutch open house get hammered fest. Well BroSS that didn't happen like we wanted. My first gas stop which was about 80 miles away from Kansas city when my bike wouldn't start back up.I had to push start it and ride to a walmart because I just knew it was a bad battery. Well it wasn't the fucking battery, and boom im out a that money. I went to a O'rileys and the dude didn't want to help me with loaning a multimeter till he saw I was on a bike and we then got it figured out it was my Regulator.
By now my bike is cutting out intermittently because I assumed there was a short and its tripping my circuit breaker. Oh and it blew out all my lights too. So I unplugged the regulator and the headlight and headed back to kansas city. While heading to KC I got caught up in the rain that i was well ahead of prior to leaving. Riding down I35 with no headlight mad as hell tons of rain and part of me wanted to just go and stay home. I got to North Kansas city to some Harley aftermarket store got me a regulator and now im 4 hours fucked over.
I got to Cedar rapids around 4 or 5 and was greeted by 3 homies that were ready to party. However my bike was crapping out oil because one of them shitty compression clamps on one of the oil lines broke. Kruse just happened to have one and a trip to a Kum And Go we had oil and gas and we were blasting down the road to Papa Clutch party.
Next morning I wake up hurting from my sins of last night and just about everyone had fucked off. I say good bye to Jason Carney and Kruse and get on down the road. I guess I made it 50 miles when I lose power to my rear chain and I freak out thinking i just lost my transmission. I start calling and texting folks and either they are on the road or sleeping. So I cried on facebook about being stranded and not soon after that 5/8's from Cedar Rapids shows up with a truck and a ramp. I got ahold of Kruse not long after and he tells me to bring the bike to Papa Clutch and we will get it fixed.
Got the bike to Tim's shop we tear into it and come to find out I had stripped my Clutch hub. Well theres a dude in town who has a fuck ton of bike parts but he wont be back to his place till 1pm. I think this was around 10 when we got to the point we needed the new part. 1:45 I get to his place with the bad part in hand and yup he don't have one for a BDL. Back to the shop and 30 min trying to determine the part number of what I needed and we call J&P cycles. The asshole on the opposite side of the phone line says "oh ya we got one here in stock come get it". Cool. I drive TIm's wife's Cadillac the 90 minutes to the store stand in the fucking line and the fat bastard on the other side of the counter says it aint there.he mashes buttons for awhile then gets on a radio and some kid shows up says he will go look and 20 min later comes back and says "it left june 8th". FUCK YOU J&P!
Well I am pretty screwed at this point and I say to Tim "Theres a Sucker punch Sally bike in the parking lot that has the belt drive as I do." He says to me Ya thats Ross ill go ask him". Well 2 hours later the bikes running and my minds blown by this guy from Illinois who just hooked me up so I could get back on the road. He is out a bike and Im heading to Sturgis. Oh ya and I'm supposed to hook up with Darren and Roadside Marty in Sioux Falls South Dakota that night to party. On the road again.
It took me 6 hours to do 400 miles and in that time I lost the jam nut from my clutch adjuster, the mount to the Gopro camera broke and sent the camera spilling all over the highway. I found the camera, battery, memory card, and the battery case thing. Walking around some highway with the sun light almost gone i couldn't find the case for the whole thing.
Interstate 90 at night going through Minnastoa had to be the most boring thing I have ever done. I bet I went 30 miles without seeing another soul on the road. My headlight isnt the brightest and it probably needs to point a little higher then 2 feet off my front tire I also don't have a light on my speedometer as well so nights can be hard Oh well. I get to Sioux falls and the bastards are already passed out and now I'm ticked off because I should be passed out too. I ride another 45 miles or so ad find a field thats dark as hell and set up a tent and fall the hell asleep.
I wake up break camp send a text or 2 and go get gas and food. I find a electrical outlet plug my phone and go do the stuff I needed to get done. I come back and the Iphones dead and not charging. ya me it's sunday to so aint shit going to be open.The Girl at the gas station tells me I will have to goto Rapid City to find a cellphone store. I don't have any numbers stored in my head, so if shit went bad I was pretty screwed.
The ride on interstate 90 that morning was fun as hell. It was all RV's, trucks trailering bikes, and even a few dudes on scooters. I would just get into folks groups and ride with them for awhile laughing at all the shenanigans going on around me.I tried to high five a dude on a triglide. I saw one trailer with 6 road glide ultra classic kings on it. It looked and reminded me of a shitty disney ride. "Hey bros hop on our stationary motorcycles while we drive you around the country." I don't know if it would work but its worth a shot. I think i saw 2 bikes that weren't twincams. Both were shovels and one of them was actually being ridden.
Weather was good that day a little cold and caught rain near Rapid City (i got a new phone), but the rain let off by Sturgis and I found the buffalo chip and the Cycle Source guys. I got to sleep in their big trailer for the 4 days I was there. Met up with some new folks ( another story). As far as the bike goes I had to buy a new chain from J&P, but that was about it. The Bike was fine the whole time I was there. South Dakota was cool, but no way I could live there.

taken near Sioux Falls I was staring to lose it.
Thursday the 11th I left Stugis hungover with 3 hours of sleep and 0 motivation to go home. Weather looked fine and I had a easy ride till I hit Sioux Falls then the rain got me. I got hammered by rain till I got out of town made it down to Sioux City Iowa and just south till I had to call it quits.I slept in a picnic gazebo while some gnarly ass thunderstorm rolled by me. I woke up the next morning to rain and I got it all the way home. Interstate 29 was closed near Council bluffs so the detour added a couple hours to me shitty day. I stopped at a walmart bought a sweet sweat suite and another rain suite. I guess Iowa has the most funniest hicks in the country because they ALL asked me if I was getting wet out there. Man I hate people. less then 300 miles was what I had to do when I woke up on the 12th and it took 6 hours.

My hotel room outside of Sioux City
The ride sucked ass. However becuase of folks like Tim Anding, Nate Wesack, and Ross DuMonte I got to have a good time in sturgis. I can not thank these 3 men enough. I needed help and they gave it to me. Thank you very much. Im sure the pain of this ride will fade and the good memories will all stay. but it beats mowing the lawn or working for a living.

Back in Missouri


The ride there and back blew ass but the party rocked. I will write something in a day or so.
You assholes the ride by dudes wrenching their shit need help. A Harley and a tuff guy shirt ain't all it's about BRO.  BroSS ill write something soon I'm thrashed

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Fuck the feds

Today is the saddest day I remember in a long long time. Our broSS Travis had his sentencing for federal drug charges today and got 135 months (11+ years since I guarantee some if you suck at math). Im not expecting anybody to necessarily feel sorry for Travis, cuz well, let's face it, he did the crime. But 11+ years for fucking marijuana?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! What the fuck is wrong with this country? The shit is decriminalized in 14 fucking states, its way better for you than alcohol or cigarettes, and God himself put this shit here!!!! The federal government needs to get its collective head out of its enormous ass and start prosecuting real criminals that deal in hard drugs, or worthless pieces of shit that molest kids, fucking child molesters get off with no more than slap on the hand compared to what Travis is facing. I love this fucking country, but she's making it awful damned hard for me too right now. I miss you like all fucking holy hell brother, and I know I speak for all the "Lords" when I say we got your back broSS, and we will til we get to see you on the outside again. FTW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Stickin it to the man

Tools for the job

A wise man once told me,  it's all about having the proper tools.  Well that big yellow bottle is prolly the most important tool for working in in this motherfucking Iowa heat. I said it before, Gold Bond is like floor dry for your balls. Get some, you'll be glad you did. WHITE POWDER!!!!!!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Douche LaRouche MC Presents Shakedown Chopper Show......

 OK, so word on the street my brothers out west (DLMC) crew are throwing down a killer chopper party and we are all invited....they have vend spots and builder spots available for the younger chopper if you are looking for an excuse to go out to Las Vegas,  get all fucked up,  pimp your bikes and merch at a Douche event then this is the one for you!!!!