The Chopper Chronicles

Life Behind Bars 

Words to live by; get it while the gettins good. Sometime last week we decided to get out of this crazy city for a few days and headed down to Austin, Texas for a little R&R (Ridin and Raisin Hell). The following chronicles our story of what happened down in Austin.

 

 It started out as the usual getaway with virtually no planning; non-stop pavement pounding and 18 hours later, we arrived in Austin. In a town packed to the gills with hipsters and hippies we felt a little like a shark in a fish bowl. Not to mention, we didn't get the vibe that the cops in Austin liked the cut of our jib.

 

We woke up early Friday morning, had my favorite breakfast dish. Eggs over hard with bacon and toast and a low ball topped off with Jim & Ginger.

 

"Lets hit it," my boy Matt of Milwaukee's Cook Customs said while extinguishing his Camel cigarette on the empty plate in front of him. We kicked the sleds over till they were suckin air through the Bendix carb on their own and started off down four deuces HWY from Austin's outskirts till we reached the downtown area.

 

 

 

 

 The temperature was perfect in the low 80's. Traffic wasn't so great, so we hit the sidewalk instead. Just till the end of the street when we rolled up to Po Boy's Surf and Turf on Lavaca ST.

 

I will say the Barbeque did not let me down in Texas, but do these people eat anything else but barbeque and tacos? That's one man's opinion. We grabbed a couple two, tree drinks and some eats then out the door we went to be greeted by Austin's Finest, or should I say Austin's fattest. Not to be punitive, but this ole boy was a little puffy. Standing maybe 5'4 and easily 400 hundred pounds. I loved that cowboy hat though.

 

He told us Austin PD received reports of a couple of motorcycles driving down the sidewalk alongside 4th street and that our bikes matched the description given by the caller. Of course we didn't have any additional information to help the police officer with his investigation. Apparently, we had bent a few ordinances trying to short cut the traffic; always doin shit the hard way. After what seemed like an hour his Chief came back and said nobody ever saw our plates.

 

We were free to go and ordered to leave the city limits with a warning. Officer No Neck tailed us all the way out of town. Cleared of all the charges with money, women and our health we made it 45 minutes to the west stumbling upon the coolest place I've seen in a long time. The Oasis on Lake Travis.

 

 

 

 

 

The crowd may have been a little stuffy, but the place took you in with its view. Words can't describe how rad this place was, but I'll give it a try. Picture three or four tall buildings maybe five stories high sharing one foundation built atop a hill too steep to walk down. At the backside of these buildings, that are reminiscent of old Mexican architecture, are balconies extending from each floor which overlook the majestic Lake Travis.

 

 

 

After the live music, whiskey and cigarettes, we were back on the winding road all the way to bottom where we decided we had pushed our luck enough for one day. After all was said and done we now know why people love it here. It was a beautiful ride down in Texas.