The Wedding Part Two

American Wedding

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The Wedding Part Two

Greetings to all my lovers of pork.

I’m so cool I gotta wear shades

Just got the news that part two of my wedding article was just released. If you have a few minutes, why don’t you pop (click here) on over and read up on all that happened at the wedding. I think you will be pleased

Hey if by chance you missed part one I wouldn’t want you to miss out. So click here to read part one.

Thanks for coming by today.

As Always

Ride HARD or Stay Home



Let’s Play Some Poker

Lets play some poker

Pig Writes:

Bikers are a generous group. Whenever there is a call to help someone in need the bikers always show their support for the community. This past Saturday was no exception When the call came from the VFW 4676 out of Universal City Texas. They were working with the American Legion 667 and members of the San Antonio Chapter Toros to have a poker run. The run was planned to benefit the completion of Veterans Park. The new park is to be built along the Cibolo creek. A nine acre track filled with trees and trails. Local tax funds have fallen short to complete the construction of the park. Dirt piles and large rocks have not been spread and set in place. It is work that requires large earth moving equipment to complete. There are not many companies out there who do that type of work for free.

The route was set to start at the American Legion hall 667. We got there a little early to get registered and have a chance to meet and greet with others. The hall was filled with mostly members of the American Legion. Older men and women who had proudly served their country in the military.

Pig, get down from there

When the time came to head out and we geared up. Rolling thunder was heard down the streets of U. City as about 5 different groups of Harley’s and some metric bikes headed out. Now when I said that bikers are a generous group, I meant that, they are always given back to the community. But what I didn’t mention is that bikers always know how to have some fun too. If you have never been on a poker run before, here is how it works. There are 5 stops planned out on the route. At each stop you pick up a bead or token to prove you made the run/stops. At the final destination you turn in your beads and draw a hand of five cards from a deck. Whoever has the best hand wins. And today, we had $150.00 on the line for the best hand and $50.00 for the worse.

Starting early

The weather was nice but it was warming up real quick. With each of the stops being a local watering hole we

Hi, how are you?

made sure to get a cold beer while we sucked up their air conditioning. (Hey, I didn’t say we were not spoiled.)

At each stop I took the time to talk to different people about why they went on this run. Here’s what they had to say.

Hawkeye: I came to help a good cause, the veterans need their recognition.

Chief: I like the brotherhood and raising money for a good cause.

Mr. Cool: I came along for the scenery.

Too much sunshine

Pole Cat: I only came just to see what the damn Pig was gonna do.

Then someone turned the table on me and asked what I liked about these runs. I said “It’s simple to like these runs. When we roll into the small town in groups, people stop and look at us. You can see what thoughts are going through their heads. The first thought is: who are these guys and what do they want? The second thought is: What kind of trouble are they going to start? And the third thought is: Wow, that’s a cool bike, I wish I had one.

Line up

When the final destination (The VFW) had arrived we dismounted the bikes and headed for the A/C one more time. There we drew our hand of cards. Damn, nothing good for me. So we settled in for another round of cold beers and a plate of B.B.Q.

Someone grab me a water!

On that Saturday we were a brotherhood of Bikers that banded together for a common cause. We may have ridden in separate groups, but we were still together as one.

Ride HARD or Stay Home.


Happy Father’s Day

Rainman writes:

Happy Fathers Day.

I say that to all the fathers out there. I sincerely hope and pray that your day is as wonderful as possible.

For this Father’s Day I have taken the time to reflect on all the wonderful blessings I have been granted.

What a Goober!

Blessed with one daughter.

Blessed I was able to raise her the best that I could.

Blessed I was able to raise her in church.

And I am blessed I was able to teach her most of the basics of life.

This is the first Father’s Day I am not able to spend with her – but that is OK. I know she truly loves me.

How does she show her love for her “dad”?

By stopping by the house earlier in the week. She dropped off a card with a couple of $5.00 DVD’s, a cold Dr. Pepper in the fridge and a Snickers bar in the freezer (my favorite). While the total price of her gift was less than 20 bucks, it was all worth millions.

Happy Father’s Day

P.S. To all the deadbeat fathers out there, thanks for nothing!

My Editor Called

Pig Writes

My Editor called,  said it was that time again.

Time for you to send me a check? I asked.


Time for you to buy me a beer?


Time for you to tell me I am the best writer you’ve ever read?

Ahhhh, no Pig, it’s time for this months magazine to go on-line, here is your URL

Oh – OK  Thanks.

This month I wrote a two part article on the wedding Rainman & I attended last month.  Part two will be released next week.

If you would like to read the whole magazine, just click on the tab marked Thunder Roads on the top of this page.  If you would like to read just my article then click here

I hope you enjoy it.

As always my friends

Ride HARD or Stay Home


Vacation Time

Vacation Time

Pig Writes:

This week Rainman is on vacation. It is his first vacation in three years. That means nine whole days to spend with him. We may have to see who wants to kill who first by the end of the week. But being a couple of broke bums we didn’t make any plans to go anywhere special. Instead we made plans to get caught up on some projects around the house and then put in some road time on the bike. One of the projects to be completed was for me to finally get a bedroom/office of my own to live in and write my stories.

After Ericka moved out, her old room became the new spare bedroom. That left the old spare room for me. Even though it is the smallest room in the house it still worked for me. Really, how much room does a Pig need?

Just to give you an idea of what we were dealing with I have enclosed some pictures of the before and after effect. Now I have to ask you does this look like an office suited for a Pig like me.


Oh hell no. It just won’t do. First of all, I am not a Tweety bird. That means the yellow walls must go. And as for as this lovely print on the bed and matching curtains, I think I’m gonna puke! It’s OUTTA HERE!!!

This just won’t do

Rainman and I talked about a new color scheme, one that goes with my personality. That was when the trouble started. Seems that what we had in mind and what mom had in mind were two very different minds. That was when the first argument started. We (Rainman & I) decided we would make three walls a light grey, one wall Harley Davidson orange and the trim would be black. And we would paint a black and an orange stripe across the grey walls @ half way up. That you could say that it didn’t fly with mom at all.

It seemed that she wanted the room to stay in the same degree of colors as the rest of the house. She said she would go with all four walls grey but no three tones would be allowed. Rainman looked down at me. I think he saw the tears in my eyes as I faced the reality of not getting the colors I really wanted. I saw his chest puff up. Oh Shit! Now the crap has really hit the fan. Argument number two had just started. He was either the bravest man in the world or the most absolute dumbest. Either way, Rainman dug in deep and fought a real uphill battle.

You could say the test of a true friend can be measured by how willing they are to stand up for you. Rainman’s true red white and blue colors shined brightly, or was that the colors of the bruises he received? I’m not really sure. After I picked him up off the floor and helped him to his feet, he looked down at me and said “There is more than one way to skin a cat.” I didn’t know what he meant by that, I tried it on Blue one time and that cat tore my ass up with his claws.

So you think you can kick my ass.

We headed over to the Home Depot and purchased the three colors. We got home and started painting. Playing it smart, we started with the three walls of grey first. It looked pretty good and mom was happy with it. Then when her back was turned, we started with the orange wall. We had the first coat on when we heard a scream come from the living room. At first sight there was mom standing in front of the leather love seat. On top of the love seat were three spots of orange paint going across the top. One of the cats (Bailey) had stepped in some paint I spilled in the room. She walked straight out into the living room. Leaving paw prints of orange across the floor and the top of the love seat.

Busted. There was no denying it. We were so busted. Mom just stood there screaming at us. There are only two things in this world that I am scared of. Mom being pissed is one of them. As her faced turned bright red and steam rolled out of her ears, I grabbed some cleaner out of the supply cabinet and got busy cleaning the mess. Rainman, on the other hand, had his hands full dealing with mom. While I was cleaning, she followed the paw trail back into my bedroom and saw that we had painted the fourth wall orange. I can’t repeat here what she said but I will tell you this. Number one, those were some real bright colorful words she used. Number two, we were shut down on painting for the rest of the day and all of Sunday too. This vacation did not start out all that well for Rainman.

It took until about Sunday evening mixed in with a lot of butt kissing before mom finally chilled out; she even started to come around to the idea of the new colors. And early Monday morning, we were back to painting. Funny thing is; mom made sure we paid hell for our actions of painting the room in unapproved colors. It seemed like every few minutes she found something else for us to do. You see, there were these “little” errands that needed to be run. We had to run to the grocery store for her, and then it was over to Whataburger to pick up some lunch. Then we had to run down to DQ to get some ice cream (since this was a vacation). She made sure to interrupt us at just about every opportunity she could. They say that pay back is a bitch. Boy is that ever right. What should have taken us one day to complete took until Tuesday to finish.

Now this is cool!

By the time we finished with the painting, poor Rainman’s nerves were shot. He would have been better off not being on vacation at all.

Works for me!

I’m surprised he didn’t blow a head gasket. He was putting my computer together when I laid my hoof on his arm and asked him to stop. I told him “Bro, we’re done. It’s time for us to take a ride.” We set it up with Keyman to take a nice long ride on Wednesday. We could finish the room out in small bits from here. I have to say all in all, we did a pretty good job. Even with all the hell mom put us through to get it done.

Love that orange & black!

It was all worth it. With my new room all to myself, now I feel like a professional biker writer!

Ride HARD or Stay Home


What do you think? Do the new colors suit me well? Leave me a comment.