Art of the Chopper

This is news to me. I'll have to go. It's will be at the Clinton Library in Little Rock from Sept. 20 till February 9, 2009. Admission is $7.00 for adults.
I've been to the Clinton Library, not because I was a big Clinton fan but because it was something to do. I'll have to admit though, I was impressed with the flagrant display of opulence.
This chopper exhibit should be really good. The picture above is my favorite. I like the old plain style.
Heres the link. http://www.clintoncenterevents.com/

Be sure to click on the picture of the chopper on the site, you'll get a different bike each time.

Speaking of Motorsickles and how much I like riding them made me think of this old song, sometimes I humm it while riding, sometimes I humm it while riding fast around curves when I'm by myself, since I don't ride fast around curves when I'm with other people. I don't make a habit of riding fast around curves though, because I think of this song and what can happen when people ride fast around curves, especially curves that are on hills, big hills, with cliffs like Arkansas has. Its hard to sing it when riding fast, around curves, the wind causes me to make weird faces and theres always the chance of getting a butterfly in the mouth just as your into the chorus. If you've never had a butterfly enter your mouth at 75 mph, you just haven't lived a real motorsickling life. Those yellow gooshy kind. Anyway, I really do humm this song and it means alot to me because I don't care for pickles, I just never have. I do like to ride motorsickles and thats what I'm talking about, riding and having fun, staying in a good mood, meditation, forget the guru, just give me my motorsickle and an Arlo Guthie song.

The Motorcycle Song
words and music by Arlo Guthrie

CHORUS:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:

CHORUS

This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
a cliff in the air.

Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..

Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down
at the same time.

I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
to write one last farewell song to the world.

Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle

And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."

I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.

But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away
on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.

I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around
the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned
itself off.

I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
eye and said "Nothin'".

You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
squashed a cop...