Usually one of the bad things about bike racing is the fact that it takes you away from every one and every thing in your life that has nothing to do with racing. But sometimes you can double dip. Such was the case last week when my dad and my brother and I worked all week long fixing up my new flaming bike-race vehicle, which is pictured here. My brother is a custom painter who usually spends his paint brush spraying $10,000 trick paint jobs for classic cars. But he spent all last week helping me pimp this '92 Dodge van. Cool, huh?
We took out the last two seats in the rear and that left plenty of cargo space to lay down two rows of fork mounts that will haul six bikes. It also leaves two more bench seats and of course the two buckets up front. I also took it to the stereo shop and had a Kenwood stereo put in with four 9-inch speakers. Next, I'll add a CD changer and I'm thinking about at least a couple more mid-range speakers just to take the sound over the top a little. I'm thinking of loading up the rear windows with race decals, and I'm talking about drag racing, not bike. I figure no rednecks will fuck with it that way. With bike decals they'll see it as some kind of Brokeback wagon. With stuff like NHRA and Hooker Headers and Crane Cams and STP and such, they'll think it's a fucking rolling shrine.
Next I gotta put up some curtains and a "Weed, gas or ass--nobody rides for free" bumper sticker. And don't nobody give me no shit about no mid-life crisis or no 60's flashbacks. If any of that shit is true, then my entire life has been both a crisis and a 60's flashback. This shit is simply status quo for me. Later.