steveb leatherworks: the blather

Sitting here with a full stomach, visiting relatives on Xmas day with snow on the ground, it feels like the last time i was on a bike was a year ago. Looking at the shots on my camera, i must admit that this is not wholly true.

Only 24 days ago Shank, Dan-o and me went for a blast up to Squirrel Country. Shank had an estimate he needed to drop off at a wealthy customers house and so Dan-o and me tagged along to make sure the rich kids in the ‘hood wouldn’t knock him off his bike and take it from him. Tough kids up in Squirrel Country.

The three of us headed up to the sticks and got to the destination – horse farms, monster McMansions and all sort of fancy pants cars, SUV’s and other obnoxious manifestations of wealth surrounded us. Ironically, all of these nice road machines are piloted by dumbshits that don’t know how to operate them. Guess these nice whips didnt come with “operation instructions”.

We got to the spot and Shank asked me and Dan-o to hang back so as to not freak out the Customer with 3 bikes rolling up his cobblestone driveway. Shank aint no fun. So Dan-o and I parked on the side of Fancy Pants Drive and waited for Shank to come back from his visit to the “Main House”. By the way – wtf is up with having a main house? Isnt a plain old regular house enough? I mean  what is up with that….. I dont get it, how much room does a family of 4 need? 20,000 sq ft? I dont think so. These are the sucker-heads that are feeling the Hedge Fund debacle in a big way. Poor rich folks, sniff sniff.

Anyway, me and Dan-o got comfy and burned our burnables, whilst camped out on a stone wall waiting for Shank – and lo and behold, a parade of neighbors begins the slow drive by our previously quiet out of the way location . Great – at this point I am waiting for the local Resident Trooper to come by and scare us off. I know that in this ‘hood, me and Dan-o look like clay pigeons waiting to be taken out. Not so good. I am not a big fan of billboarding my presence in areas that my “get out of jail free” cards dont get good reception.

Just as i am feeling like we’ve outstayed our welcome (were we ever really welcome?) Shank comes tooling down the dirt road and we hit it – and head back to home turf – where the cars are dirtier, where our friends and family’s live and where we fit in.

In our ‘hood we all live in the “Main House”, fucking A.

Merry happy ho-ho