Sharon Stone

But first. I hope I didn't scare people off with my previous post. I'll probably delete in a day or so. It was to much of a drag and I need to just get over it and move on. I've come to the conclusion that if I keep thinking about it the bad nights won't go away. Besides, I have for fun and happier things to look forward to and enjoy. Like my ride and this little hobby of trying sandcasting. I taught myself how to steam wood and bend it and made a Dulcimer a couple of years ago. I had a blast learning that.

Alrighty then!! Sharon Stone is doing another Basic Instinct movie. She is now 48 and looks just as good if not better than she did before. Now that is something to look forward to.
Wonder if I can get pre-screening tickets.

Nightmare Returns

I had another nightmare last night. 7/07/05, every now and then, creeps back into my mind haunting me. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night. The whole ordeal began at the end of June in 2005. A post begun about it is at the beginning of my blog simply starting with "Last Thursday"which I put up on 7/07/05.
After this event happened to me things got to me a little at a time afterwards. For around ten hours I did not know if I was going to die or not. Law enforcement took away my life line that was helping me deal with it, my cell phone. I was ordered not to have any contact with anyone I knew outside of the people I was with at the scene.
But the worst part was being told that the open nerve gas canisters I had found inside a trucking container from overseas contained a very deadly nerve gas. I may never see my son again, after the brief visit from several feet for only a moment...,and then they were gone. But if your interested, you can read more about what happened on my entry of 7/07/05.

Depression began to creep in and the work situation and treatment at work got worse. So I quit them. I took the first thing I could find that turned out to be terrible and a dead end. I needed a change somewhere in my life. Things that I long to do because now I feel very mortal seem even more pressing than ever. I have to do something to get some enjoyment in my life as life itself is so very short. I'm tired of having to put things off until tomorrow because... From what happened on that June morning back in 2005 keeps reminding me with the 3.am wakeups.

I feel the need to accomplish something of importance... And yes for me. Because if I don't have me, my happiness...how can I bring happiness to others?

(Something more positive tomorrow. I promise.)

Trying to 'Tucker' Cheap Two Wheel Transportation

I received an email from Roland Bosma of SpookyTooth the other day. Roland and I first met a couple of years ago when I was with the GarageChoppers magazine site. Keeping tabs on him now and then, it's been fun to watch his venture grow. Roland and his crew remind me of Preston Tucker and the stink he had to go through to realize his dream. The same hoops and hurdles for a guy just trying to make something work by doing it different.
This crew at Spooky Tooth has fantastic entrepreneurial spirit and builds and sells these cool bikes that get 150 miles per gallon. They are just the thing for anyone needing cheap transportation around town or the college campus. Much better than one of those Mopeds and a ton better looking too.

Seems the powers that be are trying to 'Tucker' him, as I call such things, out of business. The police don't know quite how to list them and scratch their heads about it. But they have given some riders tickets for not having a tag or license to ride one. After going to court though, many fines have been dropped because of the D.O.T not knowing how to classify them. It's not a Motorcycle or a moped. It's sort of a bicycle but then again...it's not.
I dig the hell out of the look of them and I want one. Roland even has a road race with this things and customers flock in to be there. His business, that began in his bedroom, has blossomed into a full fledged business and the demand for them is hard for he and his crew to keep up with.


PUBLISHED ON MARCH 23, 2006:
Spooky Spokes
With some help from a lawmaker, Roland Bosma wants to start a transportation revolution
By SAXON BURNS

Jason Swift
"This is Third World transportation at its finest. These engines have been driven around the world since the '40s," said Spooky Tooth Cycles co-founder Roland Bosma.Roland Bosma talks about motorized bicycles like a revolutionary bent on destroying the transportation system as we know it.
According to Bosma, Spooky Tooth Cycles, which he co-founded, provides options to people who may not have the money to buy a car, but find it exhausting to manually bike around Tucson's sprawl in the summer heat. The "green" crowd also likes that the bicycles get 150 miles per gallon, polluting less and reducing dependence on The Man (i.e., oil companies), he said.
If Bosma's bohemian shop, at 657 W. St. Mary's Road, is indeed fomenting rebellion, the movement is in danger of being sidetracked, if not derailed, by state laws that don't know what to make of the motorized bikes.
"Now that we have about 200 bikes on the road, people

Read the full article that he sent me by going here: http://www.tucsonweekly.com/gbase/currents/content?oid=oid:80052

You can also visit the Spookytoothcycles site and get one for yourself and check out all the bitchen pictures and the bikes themselves. These things remind me of the first old Harley's and Hendersons. Very simple, practical and cheap to operate fuel wise. Go give Roland Bosma and crew a visit. It might just be what your looking for. Tell him Wooleybugger Sent 'ya.
www.spookytoothcycles.com

I AM A PATRIOT GUARD RIDER MEMBER

What better way to show respect to our men and women of the armed forces www.patriotguard.org. You can stand together whether you are Black, White, male or female. It's the upmost respect for the fallen who have protected your rights to freedom.

Need I say anymore.

Support Our Men and Women of the Armed Forces

Listening to the radio today, the republicans were blasting the democrat's for wanting troop withdrawal and the democrat's are calling the republicans war mongers.

With all the arguing aside, we must support the troops no matter what. They are not just pins on a board to be removed when one dies. These are our friends, neighbors and loved ones over there who eat breath and have dreams just like the rest of us. These troops deserve our full respect for putting it all on the line every single damned day this war drags on.

What ever your view is of this war, those brave men and women are fighting and dying to give each and every one of us the right to bicker and argue and disagree. The freedom to speak that which we think is correct. We all can sleep at night in our warm beds, go to a movie to dinner or whatever it is we all do. If it were not for these brave souls doing their duty 25 hours a day 8 days a week; just how much freedom would we all still have anyway.

What ever your take is on the whole situation, the fact of the deal is whichever party you support, we should all thank the Armed Forces for what they are doing. Like it or not, if not for them all, we would not be enjoying the freedom we have over here.

I'm proud to be an American. Just because I want a peaceful solution to the whole ordeal does not make me any less of an American.
Just remember this to my friend. Those soldiers fighting over there, a lot are Republicans and Democrat's working side by side and watching each others backs. They do not have the luxury to say which party is right or which one is wrong. They are just trying to stay alive and make it home.

Dream Ride gaining momentum.

Well folks, seems the Dream Ride is gaining a bit of momentum. A big thank you to the ones who have emailed their interest in the ride so far and the offers of help. There is still a long way to go with lots of planning. Seems we may even need a name change for the ride so I will have to work on that aspect as well. "Coast to Coast Riders for Charity" Hmmm "C2C Riders."
Perhaps I should have some help here for a name.

A couple of times last year I was invited to attend the Shriners Temple here and have dinner with a bunch of fantastic kids who have obtained medical care from the Shriners Hospital for crippled children in Greenville, South Carolina. Because of the care they are recieving these children are able to live better lives now. Most of them are extremely bright young people and so thankful.
Each time I visit the Shriners Hospital I have to wonder about other parents who have had children at the unit. One couple always pops into my head and I wonder how they are doing. They were up from Alabama and their stay had been longer than expected. Outside talking with them we found out they were flat broke from the trip, the father was unemployed due to medical reasons but looking for work and the mother worked a low paying job. Two more mouths to feed at home staying with Grandma who's car would not make the trip. They were so worried about their child and now they had to worry about being able to pay their rent and bills at home. Being at the hospital for two weeks meant that they had no paycheck to collect. This is the kind of thing that a parent just needs help with when their child is in this situation. Their son was going to need a wheel chair for life but the parents were upset because they didn't know when they would be able to afford one.
This is just the sort of situation the ride is for. Helping provide for such needed items as wheel chairs,crutches and other medical necessaties after the hospital. It is the same thing that I was trying to accomplish with the Project Stepping Stone concert promotions. We worked with the Victory Junction Gang Camp to raise some funds for them but the concert wasn't in the scope that was hoped for.

Being that the GarageChoppers site is no longer running at the moment, [it has been taken over and being revamped], many riders with whom I had a following have lost contact. KT Did has also suggested that we make a web page for the ride. That is a good suggestion and now I only need find out how to set one up and operate it. As soon as we can do that and come up with a good name for the ride, it will be posted up here where it is.

Some who have been here to the blog may have been confused because it isn't just motorcycle related content. Perhaps they are a bit shaken because I can write about other things as well. I was even surprised that I did have a brain for other things non-mechanical.

Nissan Altima Problem.

We went to dinner tonight with some friends and they told us about an incident at the Lowes store tonight. They went over to the Lowes building supply store, and while inside they heard an announcement on the intercom about a Nissan Altima. Seems this car was seen moving on it's own in the parking lot. Well, our friends have one and went to have a look. "OH crap!" it was their car. Someone, an employee perhaps or a good Samaritan, put some wood behind the wheels to chock it from hitting anything. I'm not sure how far it rolled though and no damage could be seen from someone perhaps bumping it.
When looking inside they could see that the car was still in park [ you can't remove the key when still in gear] and the emergency handle was engaged, but only half way. Strange too is that the doors were still locked and the alarm set.
Now they are worried that something is amiss in the transmission to cause it to not lock into park. I've looked for recalls on it and have not found any. The only thing I can think it could be is that the indicator has somehow become mis-aligned to show the car is fully in park when in fact it is not locked in all the way. I had this problem once upon a time with an older car after working on the transmission. You had to adjust the linkage point on the transmission under the car which was not that tough. But their car has not had any repairs done to it other than regular maintenance.

Anyone else had a problem with the Nissan Altima 2004 or 2005 model?

Two Things to Say.

1st) For the person who's car broke down on the 85/40 Bypass in North Carolina sometime early this morning, I hope they catch those bums who stole all four wheels off of your car. I find it hard to believe that nobody, including the State Troopers who patrol regularly on that section, did not see them. [ If the Troopers had caught them in the act, I seriously doubt the car would have just been getting a tow after sitting all day until 5:15 P.M] I also did not notice if one of the many Cameras located on poles up and down this section was close enough to capture them on film. Maybe those cameras do not pick up well at night but I'd sure be finding out. It would be fairly hard not to think it suspicious, when someone is taking the wheels off a fairly new car and just dropping it on it's axles to the pavement.


2nd) Wooleys Dream Ride. If anyone out there could possibly volunteer to help get this thing together I'd sure appreciate it. For starters would be people willing to just send me an email committing that they would join us for this Motorcycle ride. If enough people get on board we could also make it into the Guinness records and help a ton of great kids in the process; which is the goal.
To find out more about it go to the February archives and read about it under the title One of My Dreams, dated 2/19/06.

My email is twowheeltraveler@gmail.com
Thanks in advance to all serious interested parties.

BABY MONITORS AND YOUR PRIVACY

This happened a few years ago but the fact that someone in my house just won't give it up brought this to mind.

Our neighbor used to sit out on her porch in the evening talking on the portable. For some reason we could hear her entire side of the conversation through our monitor. Being that we were trying to watch the tele, we turned off the monitor. The neighbor was informed of this and laughed. Turns out that she had been able to hear our conversations from the part of the monitor that was is in our sons room several times over the week. She admitted that one night while we were having relations is why she called during the act. Just to be a pain and found it funny. I asked why she didn't change the frequency channel on her phone. Because it was funny to eaves drop on us.
Had we known this sooner my wife could have screamed out her husbands name during the act. Now that would have been funny.
Those damn monitors can also be picked up on old scanners and if it is a smallish house, most everything can be heard we found out.

Such a Beautiful Day.


The windows are open and a slight breeze is coming through the screen. As I stood in the kitchen making a pot of coffee this morning, I had to take a whiff of the newly opened package. The aroma of fresh coffee was sweet.
The squirrels are outside rummaging around the yard as I watch them is soothing to the soul.
Next door, the neighbors dogs are barking but the sound is music to me. And the birds, they are just singing their hearts out all around.
Here comes another breeze through the window that brings in that nice clean smell that to replace the stale winter house smell.
Flowers and buds on trees are peeking out as if they are yawning and stretching after the long winters nap.
Up the street can be heard the hum of a lawnmower as kids passing by are laughing and riding their bikes and skateboards.
I can hear the train in the distance blowing it's horn.
Just sitting here taking it all in and relaxing to the music, sights and sounds of a most wonderful day makes me sad for the one's who know not how to just sit and enjoy the simple pleasure.

"To much to do, to much to do" they think as they scurry about. No matter what needs to be done, it can never be done. Chores and deadlines will all be there again tomorrow and won't matter a bit after our time here is done.

I miss the old days when I was just a kid spending time on the farm or on my Grandmothers carport just being. Sitting on an old metal chair sipping a coke which was in a glass bottle while the old folks talked about simple things. A few peanuts poured into the bottle making a delicious taste as we enjoyed just...Enjoying being alive. And I must not forget the wild squirrel that would inch it's way onto my Grandmothers lap to gently take a peanut and eat it there. That is something that someone in such a hurry will never experience. Those are the memories that get encrypted in your mind for always and forever.

Have a wonderful day. I'm going outside now.

Chevrolet Recall

I just read that GM is recalling somewhere in the amount of 900,000 pickup trucks for a faulty tailgate cable. Well good for them. Now there is a fix that really needs a recall on. But the 3.1 liter engine that they stuffed in all those Luminas and Mini vans with the badly engineered intake gasket is something they won't touch. I have a 1998 Lumina that has had the intake gasket [which is hard plastic] replaced twice. The first time it was just in the warranty but the second time it cost me $600 to repair. And...We were told it would have to be done again most probably after the next thirty thousand miles. The GM mechanic told us that Chevy had sent out a bulletin to dealers about a possible fix but customers have to pay for it. Evidently they didn't do that epoxy garbage on ours. Sounds like to me the epoxy would essentially weld the dang thing together. After that you'd never be able to even rebuild it if you wanted to.
I doubt very seriously that I will ever purchase another New Chevy product. Chevy engineers will pat themselves on the back for a minor problem fix but not a REAL problem.
And they scratch their heads wondering why people are buying foreign cars. Because they are better built these days. DUH! When you spend your hard earned money on a vehicle you don't want to be having to repair parts after 40 thousand mile. Or finding pieces falling off on the road.

Oh! One more gripe about the Lumina and the Monte Carlo with the same makeup is the battery is so damned hard to get to that Auto Zone won't honor their claim to replace the battery for you if you buy it there. Of course none of their ads tell you that.

If you want to see all the complaints and nightmares about this Chevy 3.1 engine then use the search mode for 3.1 Chevy intake leak.

What Ever Happened to PT?

I was over at KT's site and a comment on one of her posts made me remember someone.

This person, I'll just call PT, was a biker I met at work. Being that I was only a kid at the time of twenty or twenty one, [This was a time in Georgia when the drinking age went from eighteen up to twenty then twenty one then back down then up] I got to like and was befriended by the OLB who was not long out of prison. His chopp was nothing fancy at all and was shot in primer with light rust here and there on the few, now dull, chrome parts.
(On my comment on the post my foggy memory was thinking I was in my truck but alas I remember now I was in my car. But that is neither here nore there and the rest of the comment is true. I'm sure I left something out from then but it happened the way I commented pretty close).

But back to PT. He was a hardcore biker unlike others I'd known up to that point. We would go to some pretty rough places and if he got in a fight with someone, he didn't stand there and argue with them. He didn't say things like "I'm going to beat your ass MF!" or have a conversation about how tough he was. Nope! You piss him off and wham! it was on. No talking or bullshitting around; no warning except maybe a look. Maybe.
To be honest about it I'd have to say he both scared me and intrigued me as well. PT was the type that if he borrowed money from you to get him to payday; it was paid back before he did anything else. He paid his debts first then played with what was left if anything. He didn't whine about how life had done him wrong or make excuses for himself on anything. If he screwed up he said he screwed up.
He had several tattoos but the one I remember was the one he had on his hand. Actually it was on his fingers that said "FTW" in a crude fashion.
He had not been out of prison for long; maybe a few months I think. He wanted me to go drinking with him so he could get tanked and hopefully get lucky. First stop was to get him some beer on the way. PBR was what he liked and he sucked 'em down like water. At the brawlroom he drank more and more. He eyed this girl across the room on the dance floor and went up and started talking and dancing with her. Now I'd been in a few places but this was one of the roughest dives for sure and I was watching my back just trying to make it out alive.
But PT comes over and says this girl will go home with him but I have to take her friend. Her friend sits down at the table with us and she's drunk as hell. She's grabbing at things under the table and telling me what she'd like to do. Says she'll do it right there under the table if I want. Well, she's pretty beastly looking to me, she stinks and is dirty and she's drunk and well, I decline the offer. That's not my style no matter what she looked like and only knowing her for around twenty minutes is not me. I have to have some kind of connection first.
Anyway, I'm turned off by her drunken stupor that I can't get through in words what all else.
PT is pissed off because I won't spend time with her and the one he's with won't leave with him. By this time he can hardly stand up himself and I can see what these two girls are really doing is looking for a couple of suckers. They want to be friends as long as the money holds out and then move on. Then we see that they are there with two guys who they invite over to sit and drink with us. They start that business that their girl friends aren't good enough for us and all that mess. They start trying to get PT in a fight and I'm trying to diffuse the situation; that PT is just drunk. I get PT outside to leave and then he tries to get out of the car to go back in with his Buck knife in his hand. I tell him it's not worth his going back to prison for.
Finally I'm able to get PT to leave and I drive him home and have to get his sister and her old man to help get him to his room.
At work the following Monday he's not talking to me as he's all pissed off about the brawlroom and his missing out on the women going home with him. I keep trying to talk to him but he won't do anything but glower at me. One of the others tells me to just leave him alone. Well he's a friend and it bugs me that he won't listen. So I go up to him the next day and he draws back to punch me and out of no where I swing and hit him first. Luckily Ben steps in between us and keeps me from getting my butt kicked. The look on PT's face is nothing like I'd seen before aimed at me. As soon as I'd swung I knew I'd made a mistake. But he walked away. He just walked away.

The next Monday he comes in after being at the brawlroom again and he makes a B-line towards me and I think "This is it, I'm Dead." The look on his face and the tone of his voice when he says he wants to talk to me has me pretty worried. Then he begins to smile and grabs me and gives me a big bear hug. He tells me that after seeing those two girls again before he got drunk that he can see I did him a huge favor. He also tells me that he respects me for taking that swing at him like I did and... For keeping him from doing something stupid with that knife that night. He said that only a true friend would go that far. He was upset that he had a restraining order saying that he could not see his own young son until he was eighteen. And then only if his son initiated it. The only time I heard him give an excuse about anything at all.
I hope he got to see his son again.

He gave me that knife when he moved along and I still have it in a drawer. It wasn't long after that I quit going to such places. Maybe he helped me too, to see the road I didn't want to take.

(P.S. I sit here thinking that for some reason, all my best friends give me a knife when we part ways on good terms. Why is that I wonder?)

O.C.C INDIAN Motorcycle Lives.

I just had to tune in again to see the Indian Motorcycle on OCC last night. It was fantastic to see that old bike come out of the trailer and once again be kicked to life. That was just to damned cool.

I think I see a spinoff show devoted to rebuilding and restoring vintage motorcycles. But without all the theatrics this time PLEASE. We could actually learn something from that vintage bike rebuilding GURU.

Long Time Ago
5/5/03 )

EVERY TIME THAT I LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES
THE CLOUDS THEY PARTED LEAVING ONLY BLUE SKIES
OH, WHENEVER YOU WERE STANDING SO NEAR
I WAS LONGING TO HOLD YOU AND CALL YOU MY DEAR

(Chorus)
THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO
AND I WONDER WHERE - YOU ARE NOW
I WONDER WHERE - YOU ARE NOW

I CAN STILL SEE YOU WITH YOUR FRIEND IN THE SUN
YOU WERE LAUGHING AND TALKING HAVING SO MUCH FUN
REMEMBER THE PERFUME THAT YOU WOULD WEAR
CAN STILL SMELL THE SCENT OF SHAMPOO THAT WAS IN YOUR HAIR

(Chorus)
BUT THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO
THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO
AND I WONDER WHERE - ARE YOU NOW
I WONDER WHERE - ARE YOU NOW

DO YOU EVER STILL THINK OF ME
WONDER WHAT I’VE BEEN DOING WHERE COULD I BE
WISH YOU COULD REACH OUT AND HOLD MY HAND
STAR CROSSED LOVERS WALKING ALONE ON THE SAND

(Chorus)
BUT THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO
THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO - THAT WAS A LONG LONG TIME AGO
AND I WONDER WHERE - ARE YOU NOW
I WONDER WHERE - ARE YOU NOW

I HOPE THAT YOUR HAPPY WHERE EVER YOU ARE
ALL OF YOUR WISHES GRANTED ON A STAR
PRAY THAT YOUR JUST WHERE YOU WANT TO BE
ALL THAT I ASK IS SOMETIMES - THINK OF ME (REPEAT CHORUS)

Going Blank


When I was a kid I used to make my mind go blank. My mind is always going on with something these days. It will go from one thing to another in fragment thoughts. But when younger, as I said, I would practice to see if I could just go blank. Find a quiet spot, get comfortable and focus out all the noise. It would give me a peaceful feeling that I am not able to do now.
I had to do this back then because...My innocence of childhood became interrupted. It was the ultimate way of escape and survival. Looking back now I can see how this period in my childhood changed me. It makes it hard for me to let people get to close for fear of the outcome.
When your a child and everyone has left you behind, it makes things tough. When your whole family has been ripped apart by something beyond your control; you still think some part of it was your fault. For me it was like living in hell. To a child, time went on forever and a year seems much longer than it does today. Simple things like the soothing sound of rain coming down or a gentle breeze brought a brief joy. Butterflies kissing flowers, a squirrel gathering nuts and the soft glow of the gas lamp dancing on the snow could bring peacefulness to the otherwise world of loneliness and fear. I began to see and appreciate simple things. It also gave me the compassion for people that others look down on or make fun of.
Even though eventually I was allowed to go live with my father; tension was high between us and not until many years later did we really talk. But to this day we have never been able to discuss that period in our lives.

People who know what I went through and do not respect me for being able to overcome it as well as I think I have; can go jump. Things that I've been through in

I had everything I'd ever known as a child taken away from me in the wink of an eye. It wasn't my fault and if your a kid going through it; anything like it...It's not yours either. Just remember that.

Long Hair.

Why is it that people think someone with long hair is bad or evil? So many great people in our history had long hair. Writers, poets, teachers inventors and many, many more. Is the man down the street who is a law abiding citizen a worse person than an ENRON executive because his hair is long? He wears a leather jacket and rides a Harley with his pony tail in the breeze. The ENRON executive wears a suit, drives a Mercedes and keeps his hair cut nice and short.

Men with long hair seem to be feared for just having their hair this way. While the finger pointers are blind to the dirty deeds of the short hairs. I wonder if Benjamin Franklin had to put up with the wise cracks.

Panhead Rebuild For the Dream...Or Not.

Being that so many parts are needed to get my pan on the road, I'm thinking maybe it best to pay off some debts and then just get another ride. It's been to long gathering dust and I need to get a running ride.
I did find another mostly complete Pan for sale at Panhead City but have turned my sights to either A Shovelhead or an EVO. I'd love to have that Panhead to ride but I need something to putt around on now as I am not getting any younger. For over two years when this dream of mine came to me after seeing a lot of kids in need, I contacted bike shops for some old Iron that was complete but needed work. Seems that more than one declined after finding out what I wanted to do. I didn't want a freebie bike, just something in a big twin that was mostly complete but needed work for a reasonable price. Looks like the reasonable price part is what cut the contact. And they lost all the potential media coverage for their shop.

With a new found enthusiastic person giving my Dream Ride a look, I want to try and make it work. That is how dreams get accomplished, by others seeing the dream for what it can be and helping it become a reality. So I'm on the hunt again for that elusive H-D forgotten project that quit running and is hiding in someone's shop or garage.

So maybe I can't have the amount of riders that was envisioned two years ago but a few hundred would be a start... A good start. Maybe this time the ball will get into play.

Am I just a dreamer? Do wishes ever come true? Well, sometimes they do with the right help. If I dream about it hard enough maybe it will come to be.