The beginning
Well I've been a member for a while I figured it's about time I made a progress thread... So I can be as cool as everyone else... My god the smell of cat shit ruins this moment for me.
It all began in 2010, a bit of back story.... Long story short my engagement went to pots she moved across country and I was depressed & I was faced with a choice become a drug addict or an adrenaline junkie...
I figured Motorcycles would be cheaper than a 8 ball of coke a week... I was wrong.
I spent many years in The Game.. In a way I was like a drug dealer instead of slinging rocks I slinged movie props. I made a few pretty penny's and had some sweet swag. I decided I needed a change. High end movie props are like politics if you are in the wrong party you are screwed and bitter rivalry's last years. If someone blacklisted you it effected who would do business with you.
I wanted out, I needed a more positive hobby.. Some how I wound up back at my first love Motorcycles than boobies. Growing up poor the dream of being a racer was Impossible HELL a decent lunch was a stretch so I gave up on that at the age of 13.
Now as an adult in arrested development I was able to change this. So I went to the bank they told me no on a loan I couldn't afford a motorcycle..
I looked the lady in the eye and said fine I'll pay in cash all at once.
I sold one of my most beloved works my 1979 Darth vader ANH Replica suit with parts cast from movie molds or total sourced real world pieces 5 years of research and my life went into this suit.:nono I still miss it, but all it did was collect dust on a display.
I walk into the dealership and ask them between the 1098, 848, R1 & R6 which one am I least likely to die on? The owner said "The R6" So I took it. I liked it the most anyway for some reason.
The ladies love cowboy boots
I was told motorcycles are chick magnets... The man who said this is a liar I had two GF's dump me back to back over the bike. :laugh
Well I've been a member for a while I figured it's about time I made a progress thread... So I can be as cool as everyone else... My god the smell of cat shit ruins this moment for me.
It all began in 2010, a bit of back story.... Long story short my engagement went to pots she moved across country and I was depressed & I was faced with a choice become a drug addict or an adrenaline junkie...
I figured Motorcycles would be cheaper than a 8 ball of coke a week... I was wrong.
I spent many years in The Game.. In a way I was like a drug dealer instead of slinging rocks I slinged movie props. I made a few pretty penny's and had some sweet swag. I decided I needed a change. High end movie props are like politics if you are in the wrong party you are screwed and bitter rivalry's last years. If someone blacklisted you it effected who would do business with you.
I wanted out, I needed a more positive hobby.. Some how I wound up back at my first love Motorcycles than boobies. Growing up poor the dream of being a racer was Impossible HELL a decent lunch was a stretch so I gave up on that at the age of 13.
Now as an adult in arrested development I was able to change this. So I went to the bank they told me no on a loan I couldn't afford a motorcycle..
I looked the lady in the eye and said fine I'll pay in cash all at once.
I sold one of my most beloved works my 1979 Darth vader ANH Replica suit with parts cast from movie molds or total sourced real world pieces 5 years of research and my life went into this suit.:nono I still miss it, but all it did was collect dust on a display.
I walk into the dealership and ask them between the 1098, 848, R1 & R6 which one am I least likely to die on? The owner said "The R6" So I took it. I liked it the most anyway for some reason.
I was told motorcycles are chick magnets... The man who said this is a liar I had two GF's dump me back to back over the bike. :laugh