Zwillie's blog: "Life of a VW-Harley Davidson Trike"

 

My Life: a flash in time

 

A mere boy in my twenty's

my whole life lies before me

accepted a challenge for adventure

without fame.

 

 

Becoming my childhood hero James Bond

complete with a tuxedo, now to be known as

double 'O' & ½  The mild mannered telephone repairman

5000 miles to install a line

Family never understood a thing

as the million miles pass by

 

 

 

We all have our secrets

some more colorful than others

Some known some not

will take to the grave

out of pride not smarts

 

 

 

Of cource the memory

more colorful

sweat burns your eyes

so much time in the desert

So many lies

with no change in 2000 years

 

 

 

The desert did change me

perhapps not for the best

Now older and wiser, mmmmmmm

with the demons so rightlessly earned

I can't rest

 

 

 

looking at the world

for any sorta change

After the blood, sweat and tears

of hundreds of missions

not a scrach was made

not a stone left over turned

 

 

 

My face tells the history

each scar an adventure

or just another head injury

it's hard to tell

I’m beside myself. I am a 54 year old, single, Californian male with no dependants or family. I was a “Personal Services Contractor” with the intelligence community. I was assign the middle east and northern Africa 1981-1993.

My income was cut in half due to Multiple Sclerosis, November 1993. I was told by government representatives “You can NO longer perform your mission.” I was dropped like a HOT rock. I do not have the ability to print money to shore up my budget. I am so offended with the manor our federal government “BAILED OUT” the banking and auto industries. I ask WHY? No one stepped in to bail me out, then or now. It is up to me to decide weather I pay for my medications, food, health care or keep a roof over my head. It was NOT errors in my judgment that caused the 50% loss of income, but it was up to me, me to deal with it. My health care is doing an adequate job, I have no complaints except for my increasing cost. But I will suffer if the government implements their health care agenda. Why do does our legislature think they are smarter and knows better what is good for me, but does not include them. I am pretty much home bound and have NEVER been asked my opinion. With all the blood, sweat, and tears I spilled for this country, I feel DUMPED and dumped on. A crappy way to treat an unsung hero.

Why is our president assigning czars to work around our laws? Some of these Czars failed to pay their taxes for years. I’d be in jail if I attempted that action, but these cats were put in charge. Why was this allowed? We have more czars in the US, than in communist countries, they are multiplying like weeds. Why are we allowing our president to circumvent the constitution.

Every time Ms Pelosi speaks I become more offended. The way in which she talks down to us is unbelievable. What is on the mind of her supporters? Some of the stimulus funds, our taxes, millions of dollars to save a “field mouse” in California. Come on, isn't any one get offended hearing this crap? The way the PORK is layered in the bills.

I invite you politicians’ to come to my small town, Tehachapi, California to explain to me why you know better than I do, what is best for me. I’m not the brightest bulb on the string, but I see this country being lead down the wrong path. I hope someone hears me and hears me soon, I don’t believe I am alone.

Hello, This is my FIRST BLOG. For those who have taken the time out of their very busy day to read my thoughts about My Trike, I thank you. In the 1990’s I knew NOTHING L about “Trikes”. I came back to California in October 1998. I was introduced to a very strange Sub-Culture just by happenstance . I felt like Alice tumbling through the rabbit hole. There are so many different ways to fabricate a trike. Let your imaganation be your guide The only limit is the MONEY. Very powerful limit, MONEY. I began gathering other peoples JUNK in 1999. Between then and now I have assisted in building 4 trikes and this last one I did 90% of all the welding, cutting, bending, and paint. I was quite proud of this one. I bought a NEW 1995 Harley Davidson Heritage, Springer front fork‘.. I got a solid, 21“, highly polished aluminum, “Centerline “ front rim and a pair of 17” x 10” Crieger SS chrome rims on the rear. I had just installed a newly rebuilt 1776cc VW Bug, air cooled, motor. I had “APE HANGGER” handle bars. The TRIKE was painted “Mat Black” and had yellow Flames, every where. I have uploaded 5 or 6 pictures of the trike before the wreck. June 4th I was driving my trike to a Custom Bike show up in Corcoran, CA. It is about 150 miles from my home in Tehachapi. I was headed north on hwy 58 in Bakersfield, CA doing about 65mph, at the Fairfax Road over pass when, BANG. The right rear wheel snapped off. There was A LOT of traffic. The Big Rig driver that I was just passing , told the story to anyone with ears. I held on tightly to my hand grips and muscled the Trike to the right with a lot of sparks flying. The right brake disk hub hooked the 8” curb. I flipped, end over end up the embankment 3 times and rolled over 1 and a half times back down the 75’ embankment. I just missed a 18“ steel light pole. There was so much dust, it stopped the traffic in both directions for 15 to 20 minutes. It was the third time that I had worn a full face helmet. There were 11 impact points on my new helmet. I looked like pig pen when I was walking around with these clouds of dust at my feet. I was wearing full leathers from chin to toes. I didn’t even get a scratch, But had a hell of a head ache for two weeks. There were 12 to 15 different emergence vehicles, it was quite a sight. The EMT’s were tiring very hard to take me to the hospital. I would NOT go. The Trike was totaled.L It was twisted close to 18” , but none of my welds broke J. I had the mangled towed back up to Tehachapi and dumped on my storage space and covered it up. I removed every stitch of my clothing outside my shed. Stuffed boots, chaps, jacket, vest, pants and helmet in a plastic bucket and pounded on is lid. After all the incidents in my younger days, that should have made the normal man QUITE. That wreck scared the hell out of me, it is the first time in a very long time, Being SCARED is a hard emotion to get rid of. Some young guy offered be a 1954 Chevy ¾ ton, 4 wheel drive, step side pick up. It is in fair shape. It has a blown motor. I thought it could be the next chapter. I just can’t pull the energy together. I have put a for sale or TRADE sign on it. I need something running. My imaganation seems to be dried up.