Chicago Hell Ride on Moonshine Baby and The Widow Maker
This was a cool picture my brother Toddsie Woddsie took after a long night of chasing hoochie at as many honky tonks as we could find to serve our relentless thirst for that charred barrel bourbon. I'd like to add that although it did improve my charm personally, we didn't quite have the magic we were hoping for that night, but we did have one hell of a time.
The day started out a little chilly. We took off riding with no real plan of where or what we were gonna do. We left my place in the South Loop, headin north up Michigan AVE. The sleds sounded mean; as we split lanes between the buildings you could hear the echo with every wrap of the throttle. Can't help but enjoy the look on the innocent bystanders faces as we ripped by.
We merged on to Lake Shore drive, and man these bikes are just loving that cooler air. Moon Shine's tuned up like Rick James in 1980 and the Widow Maker is running like a Jewish dreidel on grandma's kitchen floor. I give it a little more gas to get past the traffic till I'm out in front. Once I get there I really open her up, probably got her up to 100. At some point I inspired another driver to break a few traffic laws and drive at an excessive rate of speed as well. This guy comes flying by me on the off ramp, well over 80 mph, swerving into my lane nearly clips me by an inch or two.
At the bottom of the Belmont exit ramp, I pulled up next to his open window pretty pissed off of course. He thinks its funny, I didn't. Long story short, I blacked his eye for em. We left that scene for a better one and stopped into Wrigleyville. Now this isn't usually our spot, but whatever, we grabbed a burger and a cocktail. We hit up a couple more spots, stopping in Wicker Park/Bucktown area. Down on Milwaukee is a fun little tavern called The Pint. The owner Kevin asked if he could ride Moonshine, I said, "only if you do a burnout inside the bar with it." He agreed. I ride it inside and put it against the brick. With a little coaching, he's got that firestone smokin good. Just as soon as he started, he stops. I get on and really light that fucker up. The smoke got so thick I couldn't see two inches in front of my face. My lungs gasped for the last bit clean air left in the room. The tire had dug about and inch and half down in to the wood floor. We left our mark.
Outside looking in, the windows had dense white smoke packed from front to back, you couldn't see anything else. I said to Todd, " we better split, the cops are gonna be here," as smoke flows out of the entrance doorway. I later would find out that they had to close down for an hour to let the place air out.
After Wicker Park we hit every hard surface on the way down North Ave to my favorite scumbag watering hole, the Exit. The place is dark and dingy, just the way I like it. I'll be honest, not a place to bring mom but if you wanna be a freak and get completely wreckless its your spot. In the corner are a couple of partially stripped old bikes of the Japanese variety. The front bar made of diamond plate with lingerie hanging from the ceiling. The first color televisions ever made playing anything from Pulp Fiction to early 90's porn flicks with Johnny Cash making back round noise. There are four bars inside this fine establishment. I prefer the two downstairs bars although the upstairs is definitely something to see on Thursday nights.
We get the hell outta that shit hole and head down to yuppyville (Wrigleyville) to see what kind of trouble we might find. At that point our wits and reflexes are a little tired but still nothing's gonna break our spirits, we're rollin hard tonight. A couple of shots of Beam and a pack of cigarettes later and we're already feeling better. I see this cute little thing that looks like she's wearing a dress long enough to be a hand towel. I say to her as she's sitting down on a concrete stoop outside this pub, " listen my brother just took my last smoke would you bum me one?" It's her last one too she told me. Now I don't remember everything else that was said, however I was able to court her enough that she got on the back of the scooter in that little dress. Also I'm pretty sure all of Clark street saw her cookies till we arrived at the Full Shilling down the street. We did a couple shots and made out for a bit, then it was time for her to go back and join her friends that she had left behind outside the other place to come with me. Fast forward eight months that chick's my girlfriend. Funny how things can find you sometimes.
Todd and I hit LSD (lake Shore drive) back to the South Loop and swung by one more point of interest Reggies Music Joint on State st before we called it a night. That was a hell of a night. Plenty others like that but I can't seem to remember them right now. The whited out picture was actually taken inside The Pint at the time of the burnout. If you look closely you can make it out.
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The day started out a little chilly. We took off riding with no real plan of where or what we were gonna do. We left my place in the South Loop, headin north up Michigan AVE. The sleds sounded mean; as we split lanes between the buildings you could hear the echo with every wrap of the throttle. Can't help but enjoy the look on the innocent bystanders faces as we ripped by.
We merged on to Lake Shore drive, and man these bikes are just loving that cooler air. Moon Shine's tuned up like Rick James in 1980 and the Widow Maker is running like a Jewish dreidel on grandma's kitchen floor. I give it a little more gas to get past the traffic till I'm out in front. Once I get there I really open her up, probably got her up to 100. At some point I inspired another driver to break a few traffic laws and drive at an excessive rate of speed as well. This guy comes flying by me on the off ramp, well over 80 mph, swerving into my lane nearly clips me by an inch or two.
At the bottom of the Belmont exit ramp, I pulled up next to his open window pretty pissed off of course. He thinks its funny, I didn't. Long story short, I blacked his eye for em. We left that scene for a better one and stopped into Wrigleyville. Now this isn't usually our spot, but whatever, we grabbed a burger and a cocktail. We hit up a couple more spots, stopping in Wicker Park/Bucktown area. Down on Milwaukee is a fun little tavern called The Pint. The owner Kevin asked if he could ride Moonshine, I said, "only if you do a burnout inside the bar with it." He agreed. I ride it inside and put it against the brick. With a little coaching, he's got that firestone smokin good. Just as soon as he started, he stops. I get on and really light that fucker up. The smoke got so thick I couldn't see two inches in front of my face. My lungs gasped for the last bit clean air left in the room. The tire had dug about and inch and half down in to the wood floor. We left our mark.
Outside looking in, the windows had dense white smoke packed from front to back, you couldn't see anything else. I said to Todd, " we better split, the cops are gonna be here," as smoke flows out of the entrance doorway. I later would find out that they had to close down for an hour to let the place air out.
After Wicker Park we hit every hard surface on the way down North Ave to my favorite scumbag watering hole, the Exit. The place is dark and dingy, just the way I like it. I'll be honest, not a place to bring mom but if you wanna be a freak and get completely wreckless its your spot. In the corner are a couple of partially stripped old bikes of the Japanese variety. The front bar made of diamond plate with lingerie hanging from the ceiling. The first color televisions ever made playing anything from Pulp Fiction to early 90's porn flicks with Johnny Cash making back round noise. There are four bars inside this fine establishment. I prefer the two downstairs bars although the upstairs is definitely something to see on Thursday nights.
We get the hell outta that shit hole and head down to yuppyville (Wrigleyville) to see what kind of trouble we might find. At that point our wits and reflexes are a little tired but still nothing's gonna break our spirits, we're rollin hard tonight. A couple of shots of Beam and a pack of cigarettes later and we're already feeling better. I see this cute little thing that looks like she's wearing a dress long enough to be a hand towel. I say to her as she's sitting down on a concrete stoop outside this pub, " listen my brother just took my last smoke would you bum me one?" It's her last one too she told me. Now I don't remember everything else that was said, however I was able to court her enough that she got on the back of the scooter in that little dress. Also I'm pretty sure all of Clark street saw her cookies till we arrived at the Full Shilling down the street. We did a couple shots and made out for a bit, then it was time for her to go back and join her friends that she had left behind outside the other place to come with me. Fast forward eight months that chick's my girlfriend. Funny how things can find you sometimes.
Todd and I hit LSD (lake Shore drive) back to the South Loop and swung by one more point of interest Reggies Music Joint on State st before we called it a night. That was a hell of a night. Plenty others like that but I can't seem to remember them right now. The whited out picture was actually taken inside The Pint at the time of the burnout. If you look closely you can make it out.
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