Thursday, March 30, 2006

The Legend Lives On.

On the Highway Near Booysens.

Monday, March 27, 2006

The Buffalo Rally - 2006

The Buffalo Rally is more than just a Rally. It's a trip of note, and many bikers feel that it is perhaps the one they have to do at least once in their lifetime. It's almost like a pilrimage of sorts. Similar to the Sturgis in America, the Bulldog in England, or the Faro Rally in Portugual.

It is far smaller(6800 entrees) than The Rhino(15 000+), but what it lacks in numbers in makes up in location, the laid back attiude, and it's total willingness to forgive stupidity. The Rally is run by Bikers, and they know what bikers want. Good music, good food, and entertainment to keep us out of the kak.

Music was supplied via the bands; Addictive, Back on Track and the Flaming Zephyrs. All fuckin briliant!

It was sad to break camp on Sunday, and we prolonged our trip along the coast for as long as possible.

See you all next year! ..and next ...and next


Click on the Buffalo Rally link to see the photos.

Friday, March 10, 2006

From the parallel universe..

Another comment about a comment
I was going to answer in the comment section, but this has always bugged me.

Piscante wrote a comment under my article -A comment about comments.
"Very good opinion. For once I agree with you, enjoyed your post, and didn't cringe at all the swearing.
Very well done. Hope to have some more of the quality stuff."

Okay. First of all, thank you for your comments. Glad you enjoyed it.

However, I have to say that I find your comment pretty condescending. Very well done? You forgot to stick a golden star on my forehead.

I needed to make a point, without a swear word creating an alternate reason for someone to bitch about.

I do swear and I do use so-called profanity in my writings. Somehow -I'm really cross-, doesn't quite cut it like -I'm fuckin pissed off-.

I will continue to use "profanity" in my articles where I feel the need, without feeling compelled to withold it because I might offend someone.
Unless you live in a cave or wear earplugs, I really find it difficult to believe you still cringe at foul language.

Some language is only considered profane, because certain members of society find it a moral necessity to shelter us from the realities of life. To close your ears or eyes to reality is naive. Hiding under a mantle of religious contentment is Phantasmal, and merely weakens you and your offspring's chances of making it to the next centuary.

Life is the drug, Religion is placebo for the ignorant.

Thank you for giving me the vessel to get that out. It's been bugging me for a while.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Three birthday free

During my hard times I allowed myself three birthday's a year. My 'birthdays' were moments during the year where I might have felt sorry for myself, pissed off with something or just felt like drinking myself to death.

I take break from the usual, and visit pubs in my area with only a packet of cigarettes, and enough money for one beer. I almost always got totalled.

Now, during my actual birthday, I like to remember who my friends were and those who weren't worth shit.

On the day of my last 'birthday', July 10th 2003(My father's birthday. Bless his beautiful soul), I had been unemployed for two years. I ended up getting slaughter-drunk and woke up on a carpet in a strange house. I was covered with a blanket had a pillow by my side, and what looked like a bowl of half finished soup. A woman walked in, and greeted me by name. She was huge! I remember quietly feeling if I still had my clothes on. Thank God I did.

Anyhow, If she were ever to read this article, I just want to thank her for not having sex with me. I would also like to thank her for putting up with me for another 4 months, while I found my feet, got over being miserable and went out to find work.

Like to buy you a bowl of soup sometime.

A law onto themselves




Yellow line anyone. Anyone. Going going gone.
This happens almost everyday on the highway between work and home in the afternoon traffic. Law-abiding citizens sit back, turn up the music and patiently idle all the way home. Taxi's do not.

Highwayman Law Nr. 4 4895 2344 8994 00 Sub Article 2.34567937 - States: Any vehicle of a mini-bus catagory transporting ten or more people(as if you'll ever find less in a taxi), does not have to abide by the rule of law as it pertains to any other vehicle on South African highways, byways or suburban roads. Any vehicle in a favourable postion to follow such a vehicle at a reasonable distance, or not, may fall into this catagory as well.

It might as well be law. Taxi's don't wait for the Traffic light to change to green. Taxi's don't stop at red lights or Stop signs. Whether there be other vehicles or not. They travel left of the yellow line when it suits them, and they exceed the speed limit at will. The scariest part? The cops do fuckall about it. Because they're shit scared.

We're asked to vote, be law abiding citizens and tolerate our fellow road users. Fuck them, and their Governmental hypocritical oath. Bunch of swine. Lynch the lot I say. If Anarchy get's you home earlier, then I say go for it. No more Mr. Nice Fuckin Guy.

Toot, toot!

Monday, March 06, 2006

'Rocking' at the Lido

I was driving home on Friday when I saw a banner that advertised a Rock Concert at the Lido Hotel. As luck would have it, it was the kid's weekend with dad, so I asked B if maybe we could get out for a bit of alone time. I told my friends about the concert, and with nothing else on over the weekend, all agreed to meet us there.

I should have been suspicious when I got to the entrance and saw the 'kiddie' parade hanging around. But, with my luck always takng a back seat, we paid and entered. My brain should have heeded the second warning, that was the teenagers screaming their rehearsal grunge on the stage, but I put it down to the band members' kids fooling around.

So by the time the first 'band' came on stage I was perplexed, to say the least. The strumming and drumming was pretty okay, until the kid opened her mouth and screamed for the next 20 minutes, trying to raise Hell itself, I'm sure. B could see by the look on my face that I was not happy, and it's normally at a time like that, which she immediately starts placating me, as I desperately search the crowd for a authoritive figure(organiser). B mentioned that it might just be a 'guest' band. You know, giving the kids a gap to get some airtime of sorts. I chilled and sat away from the band to wait for the second group to start their stint.

It was no better. In fact I've never in my entire life heard such crap, and I used to be doorman at a Goth club. The music was actually quite good at the start of each new song. But, just as I started tapping my feet, the fuckers would open their mouths and cause me to spill my beer. Time and Time again. So when our friends rocked up(he, he), we thought it better to piss off somewhere else.

We ended up at the local driving range(yeah as in Golf), where we could have our own Rock concert via the Jukebox. That was, until the Rugby started, for fuck sakes. We all waved our goodbyes and ended up at home on a Saturday night.

Whomever on earth, told those kids they were playing rock, needs to get a serious wack on the head from yours truly.


You can never predict having a good time. Even at 'Rock' concerts

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Chi-Shirts



The first TEST Chi-shirt is off the press. Still experimenting with the transfers and materials, but they should be in full production by next week or so.

The idea is that readers can choose their favourite passage from one of my blogs, and this gets printed on either white or black t-shirts. Once the passage has been used it may not be used again. Making yours a collectable of sorts. The URL address will be on the back with the passage chosen, printed below. The front will have a chihuahua cartoon at pocket height with the URL above and A Biker's Take On The World printed below. Will post the 'pocket' cartoon tomorrow. Also still working out my costing, but I expect the Chi-shirt to be affordable.