There are many parts on my 92' FXR that keep it moving. Every part has a function to complete my journey to another adventure. Somethings keep me parked snow,ice,salt, no gas,job and on occasion a fucking 10 dollar solenoid that is made overseas. I got the solenoid part nailed, because I carry a spare. searching for an American made replacement still has came up empty. So far. My bigger concern these days is finding a woman who fits on my backseat.   

  First finding a woman who keeps saying "Yeah,yeah,yeah" but proves to act "No,no, no" seems to be the norm where I was looking. For example, this one chick I often chatted with on a biker site with 3 letters, kept telling me how much she wanted to go for a ride. I was busy with work at that moment,but know all work & no play keeps the knife dull. So I rode out to the bar everyone was hanging out at the time. She was there alright, but 3 sheets in the wind would put her condition mildly. Riding on a motorcycle would have lasted her until the first turn. Ok lesson learned with that one. Of course she called the next day singing the blues & I told her priorities are different than mine. Not that it is wrong ,but I just want to ride. Picking up the pieces has never been my specialty to the yeah,yeah,yeah crowd.

   I guess being single for a while I do get set in my ways. But when another hottie tells me she wants to go for a ride. I do my best to oblige. The weekend I had off next worked out for her, so it was all systems go. I asked this hottie if she had rain gear & she gave me the long version about her rain gear. Bottom line was she did have it & rain or shine she wanted to go bigtime. Cool with me. That morning of our ride it was sprinkling out, no big shakes. I called Miss Yeah,yeah yeah and she turned into a fucking weather woman on the local news. For me it was simple, I had one weekend off that whole month,a tank full of gas & ready to roll. I asked her if her weather command post had viewed the "Doppler Report." All of a sudden I was speaking a different language to this princess wannabe. So I told her in a language we could communicate. Rain clouds have filled the morning sky along with winds that will make way for sunshine the rest of the weekend. I asked the question that I knew the answer, "Do you want to ride ".  I went on my journey solo once again & despite a few rain drops the weather & the weekend kicked ass.    

  But this year in a place I least expected it I found a beautiful woman inside & out. Her beauty was evident at first glance, definetly hit me like a ton of bricks.  Small talk is commonplace on my new found playground. There are a lot of hot woman on site but most have fake pictures or ones when they were 50 lbs. lighter from their college days. The one who got my attention was real to the core. Her beauty made me think she was no doubt a model. So I asked & sure as hell was a spokesmodel for a Spa company. When I chatted with her about motorcycles & she told me her Dad built cycles so she really enjoys them. The next thing I knew she posted a pic of her standing by a Harley. Jesus,Joseph & Mary this picture touched my soul. I didn't think it was possible but she had"it". I told her even a blind man could see her beauty.

  All of a sudden I became a poet,of all things. This biker has seen a single picture that opened up my heart & the words began to flow. You can call me crazy,hopeless romantic or just full of lust. Hell even her feet looked hot as hell, and I do not have a foot fetish. I told her my mission on " the home of fake drinks" & alot of morphed pictures was to get the word out about my sites. Plus to add a "new gift" on fake drinkville of a motorcycle ride thru the Rockies. She loved the gift idea,seen my self promotion in action. She explained that she didn't ride her own though. No problem for EvoJoe I have a back seat that is open.  I swear to my maker I would just like to take her one time on a ride. Seeing her reaction to what is riding in the wind, smelling the pine trees while cruising the open roads is something worth sharing to a woman that has touched your soul. When you least expect it. To show how sincere I am, I even bought her riding boots. I wouldn't want to see her beautiful feet get burned, because that is one of her "tools of the trade."

But what do I know I am just your average EvoJoe.

When I built this website in 2008, I wanted all the info on the major bike rallies included on HD Biker Forums. Sturgis, Daytona & Laconia were a given but Myrtle Beach was one I have never ridden. Bikers I knew talked of this great event in South Carolina & yes I know a few golfers who have been there.So I added it as a major rally point. Next year 2009 a slogan came up " No dime in 09". It seems the MB mayor John Rohdes made some bonehead decisions to the ike rally in his town. After hearing & reading what a true arrogant prick the mayor is, MB bike rally was no longer on our rally list & the mayor was the first on the "shit list".

The mayor told the bikers that the townspeople do not want the noise of a rally in MB. However bikers should feel welcome to golf & spend money instead. A "helmet law" was in effect & the noise ban would strictly be enforced. After hearing all the arrogance from this greedy individual I am so glad we dropped their rally. I just read the repealed the "helmet law" for the upcoming event in MB. Mayor Rohdes has shown enough disrespect to the biker community. I don't care if he promises to shine the chrome on my H-D every time I ride thru South Carolina no dime will be spent in MB. The residents have to pay the price for this arrogant prick. But guess what they voted for his sorry ass. I am sure there is plenty of sand at their beaches & golf courses. Being that bikers will be avoiding Myrtle Beach this weekend it looks like a perfect oppurtunity for the mayor to pound some sand. Adios MB bike rally.

This is EvoJoe from Chicago & it is my opinion.

Go back to what makes you happy was the words of a marriage counselor in 2000. "Who's bike is that in the driveway?" was the words of my soon to be ex-wife. Some people have a way with words & some people hate everything .I am glad I took the advice from the counselor because I shelled out some dough thinking all this educated dude does is listen. When the high priced listener told me to go back to what made me happy it was a Harley that popped in my head immediatly.

Times changed fast from the courtdates, time with son & daughter, and my search for inner peace. My neighbors new right away that when I rode I was content. My kids knew Dad was happy as I shuttled them to their gymnastic,soccer,track or baseball events. I searched for inner peace and knew I would find it riding my Harley. I was about to make some radical changes as I knew I would find my inner peace in the mountains of Colorado.

My dilemma was leaving my kids & relying on a phone call everytime we needed to talk. I took that chance had a job waiting for me thru the union in Colorfull Colorado. So after the numerous divorce procedings & able to keep my leather jacket  I packed up the F 250 & FXR onto the uhaul for an adventure I will never forget. Learning the grass isn't always greener came easy as the Ford lost a tranny(froze) job in Colorado was on hold for political reasons, all my phone calls to my kids were denied because my exwife lived in Candyland. I still had my Harley & more time to find my inner peace that is when I decided to make lemonade.

I loved the mountains and rode the hell out of my FXR all over the state. I was able to meet up with the coolest people in the world & yes they are bikers. One guy even helped me get the F250 running the way it should be. He knew his stuff & always had valuable info on bikes,broads & bars. I added 10,000 miles on the chrome odometer that month & found my inner peace I was looking for. That is when the union called & said are you ready to work. Hell yeah I was ready I had to put gas in the tank. I hired on to a company working on the big shacks in Telluride. Telluride is a great place that has it's share of people with money wanting to ski or enjoy the mountains of Colorado. The owner of the shop I worked for learned the trade in New Jersey.He liked my work & saw I rode in on the Harley, offered me the comforts of his home til we finished the 5 million dollar mineshaft that was a neighbor to Oprah Winfrey's ski resort. I never knew she skiied . So we finished up the million dollar mineshaft/ ski cabin & I was offered a job for life in Colorado.

At that very moment my daughter called my cell telling me she needs surgery because of a hernia from gymnastics. "Can you come home?" my daughter asked me. Of course I did. The bell went of as soon as I was offered a job for life in  a trade I choose. But my life is always changing & always on a Harley. Inner peace followed me back & did I ever need it as besides denying my phone calls my ex decided on her own to deny me seeing my kids. The courts obviously saw different. My trip to find inner peace taught me a lot of valuable lessons. Some things can never be taken away like the Love for my children, my attitude of Living to Ride or my leather jacket.

My times changed eventually got me to start this website, change careers & do what I do best. Keep Rolling,

EvoJoe