This is me fixing my broke ass bike in the parking lot of Motel 6 somewhere in Nevada.

I had owned this bike all of two months before taking it on a road trip to Sturgis South Dakota. We got out in the desert and the little bitch blew the water pump. John Ortiz got stuck baby sitting “the new guy” for three days while we limped halfway across Nevada to the nearest Honda dealer (there was only two in all of the state) and waited for the part to arrive.

Poor bastard even had to put the water pump on his own credit card ’cause Beth and I were fucking BROKE bitch! We ended up having a blast, but it wasn’t the trip either one of us expected.

This was my very first road trip on a motorcycle. I didn’t even have a license at the time yet somehow thought it was a good idea to chase these (Corbin) assholes halfway across the country…. on a used bike I knew nothing about… with absolutely NO riding experience. A really bad idea in hind sight.

The good news is that I survived and the trip was amazing. Was gone for close to two weeks and missed Beth and Jake like crazy. I don’t think Sam was even a bun in the oven yet. Amazing how time flies.

Anyway, the bike was a 1985 Honda Interceptor 1000 F and you can replace a water pump on one of these bikes with just a few shitty tools. And some shade.