spacebar wrote:Somebody snathced my prized pumpkin from the garden last night.I am out for blood.Dude, call me on the Batphone. That's the kind of important shit I got into this line of work for.

Not even before I was married, Scott.

Hello everyone!

My name is Chad and I'm a Chicago cop. It's a great job and I love it.

If any of you have questions about the job I will answer them to the best of my knowledge either here or by PM. Obnoxious outbursts will more than likely be ignored.

I really really like my new Traynor Reverb Mate 40. Spring reverb and 2x 8" speakers, and CHORUS!

Anyone remember Lillian Axe?


I once saw them play at Blondie's in Detroit to about a dozen skinheads when the club fucked up and advertised a punk show that night. THAT was entertaining.

No breakdowns with the Norton. As for the BSA, that really hasn't been ridden much since I got the Norton years ago but I've kept it since it's my first motorcycle. Riding in the city is a real challenge and pretty much a bummer. Talk of paralysis really spooks me out and is the one thing that makes...

1968 BSA B25 Starfire- Kinda like to sell it.
1974 Norton Commando

Not crap. An essential tool that should be utilized whenever one finds that their face and eyes have been plastered with pepper spray.

Roadie!?
I was never a damn "roadie".

I was Roadbitch.
A grown-ass Roadbitch, Jay.

Righty-O, Mr. Ryan!