Saturday, August 01, 2009

News release!

We interrrupt the regularly scheduled posts on braking methods for a flash news release. A satellite spy photo found its way onto my desktop. You never know what you'll get when you start messing with the tuner of your XM radio receiver.

I'm sorry, I got carried away. The photo is real but I didn't get it from a satellite. It was actually taken by a member of the paparazzi. For some deluded reason he thought the world might be interested in what goes on behind the scenes with a famous blogger and insane motorcycle rider. No, not me. I would have actually been interesting. No, this is a photo taken of the backyard of a certain BMW rider in Pennsylvania. This one is fond of posting various varieties of B.S. onto the internet, pole dancing, cigar smoking, and arthritis pills. Not necessarily in that order, of course. The poor photographer somehow thought the world would be interested in seeing the "after the rally" photo from this man's backyard. It might endear him to the world more if they could only see that he puts his gigantic underwear on one leg at a time like everyone else. Well, not everyone.

I met the photographer, broken down and disillusioned, when I enrolled for my next camera class. Turns out this guy was the instructor. After seeing the photo for myself I decided this man was not a suitable role model and was determined to ask for my money back. Which may be a moot point, as it turns out.

Having tried to sell this photo to the Enquirer, the Star, Pole Dancer's Weekly, etc., and being soundly laughed out of offices, the photographer was a mess. He stated his intention to quit teaching and photographing. His new goal was to live a life of drunken debauchery and collecting dollar bills for pole dancer tips. Sort of like the subject of his photo, actually. Not understanding the true situation here, the photographer blamed it on current news. Nobody can compete with the Michael Jackson Bizarro Bombardment and Sideshow right now, he said.

I attempted to tell the guy that if he had only consulted me I could have saved him a lot of heartache and disillusionment. If I could pass on one secret it would be this: A key skill in life is learning to discern the difference between one who is actually important and one who is a master of self-aggrandizement.

While the instructor went to find a dictionary to look up aggrandizement, I stole the photo and ran. With as much dignity as I could muster, I might add. I figured it was worth risking getting into trouble. This was a chance for a laugh that was too good to pass up. So, without further ado, I present my photo. I call it:

"After the Tennessee Rally".

When the fun and games are over, there is the laundry to deal with. A man who sweats profusely from even the smallest things like getting onto his bike needs a lot of shall we say, "unmentionables". Due to the man's fondness for whiskey, his unmentionables are not unobservable. Even a man like our subject washes certain items at least once a year. People in general, and pole dancers specifically, ( no matter how badly they need the dollar ) won't come within a mile if he doesn't. A person can only afford to keep buying new stuff for so long. Swimming pools work for washing ( and thus bathing ) but no dryer in the world is big enough for this duty. In order to fully understand the photo, you must have an idea of the actual scale involved.

This was taken with a zoom lense from a great distance. What appears to be a common garden shed at this distance is actually a hay barn. The tire on the left is from one of those gargantuan farm implements that can plow seven acres at a swipe. The clothesline is cable from a defunct High Lead Logging operation. Given this perspective, you can understand the dimensions of the garments involved. Standing right up next to one, you might guess that the whole MAC-PAC could hold weekly wrenching sessions inside a single garment. With enough room left over for a picnic table and beer cooler. And you'd be right. Unless the owner of the garments was present, of course.

With our current heat wave I was tempted to procure one of these garments and use it as an awning. It would make great shade for me, my "peeps" and my "peep's" "peeps". Not to mention most of the neighborhood dogs and cats. However, I did have a couple of concerns. For instance, I really prefer any skid marks I'm around to be on airport runways. So I went and bought some King Size bedsheets. Same thing, but with no leg holes.

Well, I'd love to keep writing and help endear our hero to everybody, but I'm going to have to close out and run. I mean, go. A police car is rounding the corner with the photographer in the passenger seat. I'm going to have to stand in front of the bathroom mirror and practice my "Who, Me?" face. If only I had a dime for every time I heard that as a cop. I'd be doing something far different than stooping to poking fun at a friend and good man!

Miles and smiles,



Anonymous said...

Hmm let's see..
brown to the back, yellow to the front, or is the other way around?

I suspect if it wanted to flatten all of Oregon in one fell swipe, the backside of Uncle Jack might just be sufficient. The MOA rally is in Oregon next year, maybe it will happen.
Tell us, does this particular backside object have running lights for night time safety?

As to the stepping block our rotund friend is utilizing, was any wild creatures harmed during its creation?

And is the chain holding same, does it conform to the latest C.A.R.B.
non polluting standard?

May all the under things that were worn could've been something else eh?

Guess it all Depends.

redlegsrides said...

wow Irondad, I believe you will make Jack's top 5 list of people he's going to martyr.....what an honor.

Unknown said...


WOW, no wonder Jack "r" was no where to be found at the rally. He must have run out of undies. or there wasn't a washing machine large enough to accommodate.

We'll have to purchase shares in "Underwear 'R US"

bobskoot: wet coast scootin

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Esteemed Friends and Colleagues, plus IronDad:

You bastards will pay for this in a brief story on my blog today. I am deeply gratified that my true frirends, Conch, Scooter in the Sticks, and Quivering Holster For Your Pistol refused to comment on such trip.

I remain,
Jack Riepe
Master of Toad Hall
Twisted Roads

Jack Riepe said...

PS -- I meant to say "tripe," but I am drinking at the moment, and trying to salvage what it is left of my dignity.


irondad said...


So many mental pictures! I'll just let your comment stand on its own. :)


Why would you immediately jump to the conclusion that it was Jack?


Hurry, stock will only be offered for a "short" time!

Take care,


irondad said...


None of your posts are ever short. This will be a first if it actually happens. By the way, I believe my parents were actually married when I was born.

As to those who have refrained from commenting, what was your phrase? Something about how only a real pu**y would hold back from taking a shot at you? So what does that say about your opinion of Conchscooter?

As to your next comment,

I rest my case.

Take care,


Krysta in MKE said...

Either you two _really_ like each other (a la grade school) or someone spiked Dan's coffee.

irondad said...


I suppose it could be either one, but do you think I would admit to the first option? :)

Take care,


Conchscooter said...

My parents weren't so I am a bastard, but I don' t think this story can be real. Where's the leopard skin speedo? The frilly knickers? I can't picture Toad in ... Ugh, gotta go.

Anonymous said...


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irondad said...

I'm not sure what you want out of it, but go ahead, Harry.