I greatly admire people who are purists. Sadly, I’m not one of them. So I’ll raise a toast from my can of non-beer that is helping me get through the difficulties of writing a monthly newsletter, badly. Most of my purist friends don’t like setting their bikes up on trainers and riding indoors, but I don’t care, I like to get some exercise and sometimes it's fun to skip a day of interacting with the motoring public roaring by to get to whatever place people need to hurry to in an empty ¾ ton diesel truck with 36 inch super swampers and straight pipe exhaust. So inside, sure don’t mind if I do once in a while. But, to make things even slightly palatable, I need some loud television to watch, and it has to be something sufficiently dumb to keep me from thinking too much about the fact that I’m riding nowhere on some rollers down in the basement. The shows I demand are the modern equivalent of something like “The A Team” in terms of production quality and plot. Lots of machine guns, car chases involving brown 1970’s muscle cars, and Mopar police cruisers, things exploding, all that. But one of my most beloved themes is fighting on top of a moving train or hanging off the little ladder on the side, shooting bullets everywhere. Who doesn't love when the bad guy gets konked in the head by the tunnel, it never gets old.
Hotbox in the heartland
Hotbox in the heartland
Hotbox in the heartland
I greatly admire people who are purists. Sadly, I’m not one of them. So I’ll raise a toast from my can of non-beer that is helping me get through the difficulties of writing a monthly newsletter, badly. Most of my purist friends don’t like setting their bikes up on trainers and riding indoors, but I don’t care, I like to get some exercise and sometimes it's fun to skip a day of interacting with the motoring public roaring by to get to whatever place people need to hurry to in an empty ¾ ton diesel truck with 36 inch super swampers and straight pipe exhaust. So inside, sure don’t mind if I do once in a while. But, to make things even slightly palatable, I need some loud television to watch, and it has to be something sufficiently dumb to keep me from thinking too much about the fact that I’m riding nowhere on some rollers down in the basement. The shows I demand are the modern equivalent of something like “The A Team” in terms of production quality and plot. Lots of machine guns, car chases involving brown 1970’s muscle cars, and Mopar police cruisers, things exploding, all that. But one of my most beloved themes is fighting on top of a moving train or hanging off the little ladder on the side, shooting bullets everywhere. Who doesn't love when the bad guy gets konked in the head by the tunnel, it never gets old.