Tuesday, September 9, 2008

We'll Follow Them Any Time


For the BMR Album: Burt "Roaddog" and Carol "Bikerbubbe" on The Dragon, Highway 129 at Deal’s Gap, North Carolina/Tennessee
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Who needs a Web site

Sunday -- Mamba Riders ended up at Mickey's in Pompano. First there was Briny's and then Aruba. Mickey's gets the prize for "biker bar." Burt lead the Riders there for a game of pool a couple weeks ago. Sunday, we were early, so no one was playing pool, and the band was just setting up. We left before the place was really packed, but it was a good stop. There was a white cockatiel on the bar, tossing beer caps out of a bucket with his beak. He rides -- inside the shirt of one of the regulars.

David and I were in Chicago Bears orange, not Mickey-appropriate attire. Note: get working on that Black Mamba gear.

Abate was in the house, distributing "Watch for Motorcycles" bumper stickers. The stickers represent "our tax dollars at work." We took a few to place in strategic locations. Like the gate arm in our parking garage. There are a few truck bumpers we'd like to target, but we will resist.

No Web site for Mickey's, but here is a cool list of biker bars.

Snake bite? Yukon Jack and Rose's Lime ...

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

A Real Club

Black Mamba Riders M.C. can become a chartered club of the American Motorcycle Association by completing the application found on the AMA Web site. BMR must have at least five members who are members of the AMA.



Social Club (from the AMA Web site)

For enthusiasts who ride together, be it road or off-road, but aren't really structured or geared up to host formal events.

  • At least five current AMA/ATVA members must be listed on the application.
  • These clubs cannot vote for Congress Delegates or host sanctioned events.
  • The charter fee is $25.00 for a calendar year.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The Beginning of a Good Idea

CHIKI BAR: a dwelling constructed of palm thatch over cypress log built by the Seminole Indians

Subject to codes and inspections specific to tribal regulatory bodies.

Over drinks, there was some discussion of the integrity of the galvanized bands adhering the roof structure to the body posts. That's what happens between a couple of construction-oriented bikers. They can hyper-analyze movie effects to the point of hilarity, too. Something about an electric nail gun, framing nails and projectile distance.

The Old Key Lime House. The rum runners were frosty. The beer was cold. The place is huge. There was a hefty handful of bikers. We found a huggie - good luck. I got a tank top. That's our dog on the sign at the motorcycle entrance.

(I was going to leave that out ... I am both compelled and obsessed.)

We rode on. Refer to the saga in the "about the Black Mambas" below.

The only rain was on our way north on A1A headed to the Key Lime. We stopped under the portico of a little gas station, bought one can of heineken and a cola. Wiped the bikes down and talked with three other shelter-seekers who were on their way back to Wellington. There was a row of white plastic lawn chairs along the window wall and little table with an ashtray. It was the kind of place that you could run as a second career after you retire.

Next ride, I'll bring the camera. I think that's in my job description as "Websnake."