Tuesday, September 29, 2009

born free BBQ #6.... you don`t have to go home but you can`t stay here.......




after having, (what i heard, i don`t like mixing food with alcohol) an amazing feast set out for everyone (courtesy of grant`s lovely girlfriend), sloppy joes and a killer corn dog casserole......the japan guys were scratching their heads.......... and after some good talk and getting to know everyone in a more comfortable setting it was time to go........everyone firing up and taking off through the warm fullerton night.......gassing up and heading off down the freeway in our respective directions leading to our homes........when all of a sudden my bike blacks out at around 70 mph, i glide to the side of the freeway as everyone flys by just wanting to get home......... i get off thinking one of my coil wires popped off like it did the other day with dynamite after the show, i`d just put it back on..... everything seemed to be still attached but feeling underneath i felt a teenie tiny wire just dangling there... shit. well i look up and about 50 yards away i see a lone tail light rolling back towards me........... didn`t know who it was but ran up to flag them off and tell them to catch up to everyone and that i`d be o.k. and figure it out........ well it was brian harlow..... he said no way, we`ll fix it.... turns his bike around on a narrow edge of the freeway to shine his light on my bike with cars flying very close to us and proceeds to lay down on his back and quickly attack my bike.......in the mean time i get 3 calls from mike d. asking if everything is alright and everyone is waiting on the freeway about a half mile up.........couple minutes later, will comes rolling up, he back tracked and also came to the rescue........now brian had a wrench he was using to put a new lead on and while he was un-bolting it the end of the wrench kept touching my fender or something and a big spark would jump up and i swear each time it happened he got a big smile on his face........i think he kinda liked it..........my bike was up and running in no time ....we caught up to the group and we all eventually split up and went our own direction but for a time we were all one and very together and for that i thank you all very much.........i`ve been chatting to these chicago fellas for a couple a months on their blog.....admiring their bikes and talents respectively.... i finally got to meet them and i can`t wait to hang with them again...... nice meeting you josh, you ride that bike like a crazy motherfucker.... and brian, i`ll always remember your help and that story will be passed around about your help for a long time....... adios amigos, next time the desert or mexico.

4 comments:

Mike D. said...

NEXT TIME TRY THE FOOD!! YOU MISSED OUT SOME OF THE BEST EATS I HAVE HAD IN A LONG TIME!! I KNOW YOU PERFER TO DRINK YOUR MEALS ..BUT THE CORNDOG DISH WAS VERY TASTY!!!

Guy@GK said...

Love it.

B Harlow said...

no sweat Nash, That's why we do this shit. That thing called brotherhood.

lifeisfuct-diekruzen HEAVY KLOTHING said...

HEY MAN,WE'LL TALK SOON. E-MAIL ME WHENEVER ZACHONKY@YAHOO.COM