Sleepin' on the Motörcycle by Zombie Khrist

 Hey how's your fucking summer going you suckers?

I hope you've been using your free time -if you had any- riding and not busy with shitty chores such as work, cleaning the living-room or watching porn... well this last one is not too bad isn't it? But if you did I guess you'd rather be fucking

So the thing is that I got plenty of riding time this summer as the pandemic got me unemployed and I didn't care too much about how long my savings will last... not too long you idiot

During the ride, I took a journey which proved more than I could chew. It was a 1,300 km ride, not my longest, but it was probably my toughest due to conditions. The thing is after some 900 km I couldn't handle it no more.

I'd some trouble finding a petrol station at night -most of them were closed due to pandemic, fuck the bloody bug!- and I decided to stop in a truckers' rest area. All trucks parked there with their drivers sleeping inside, I presume

So I parked my fucking motörcycle and I took a long nap on it

When I woke up, there was a gardener picking up the weed from the banks surrounding me who shouted a great 'good morning' to me which I welcomed greatly before going back on the road

So the lesson be that no matter what the conditions are, you only need your motörcycle and the guts to do it

AMEN

90% of Idiots in the world, the odds are against you...

Riding through the coast line has always been a pleasure, except for Summer...

I believe I'm very lucky to live in an area where most of the people work a whole year to spend a couple of weeks in. I live in a paradise of sunshine, beaches and beautiful women

Riding here is a great experience and the landscapes are amazing. But August brings tourists, and tourists rent a bloody car and drive some hazardous roads full of traffic where drivers speed up or slow down without any care for the rest of road users

It's a bloody fight against the idiots who don't respect motorcycles. Yes, that's true, drivers couldn't care less about riders except when they crash them and kill them and then they become their own problem

An eighty-kilometre ride along the coast yesterday became a constant road rage fight against wealthy idiots driving Porches and pissing off everybody here. Police is still keen on catching me speeding with the motorcycle (because that's what they do, they attack riders and truck drivers mostly) to get their salaries and the rest of you can kill yourselves. They will later report it was the dead's fault and they'd wash their hands

We live in a fucking messed up world. If not COVID-19 it'd be our own stupidity which would kill us all. Meanwhile...

ROCK HARD, FUCK HARDER, RIDE FASTER

The only power they have over you it's what you let them have

Look Vs Performance

The rivalry between Harley and Indian is back, which is something to celebrate for riders unless they kill themselves, I mean they will fight back with better machines for which we will all benefit

But I have always had the feeling that Harleys under-perform most rides out there. It can be that other makers focus on their bikes and improve them in a way to have something to tell the buyers.

When it comes to the look, Harleys are amazing, but so are Indians, BSAs, Ducatis, KTMs and mostly all branches have some super nice looking models these days.

But they're not Harleys... I don't know how to put it. I will always love riding all of them.

EXTRA MILE: (Boobs)

OId Skull Adventure

Smoking next to leaky machines in the middle of no fucking where with your best friend of with someone you barely know... what else can you ask for as long as it is on the bike?

I miss the adventures so much, this fucking confinement is kinda killing us all, if not for the virus... anyway I hope we learn from this and we learn how to live a bit better after this crap. At least the lucky ones who survive. Stay Safe. Remember the motorcycle is the safest vehicle against getting the bug.

FUCK COVID!

We Will Ride Free

FUCK LIFESTYLE

 Been getting a bit sick of the number of motherfuckers out there who are living the high life, long beard, custom bike, brand new worn off style leather jacket...

We are getting the sickness of showing off a life that it isn't our own, an instagram life where we show how we want people to see us, not how we really are.

So fuck off! I am who I am

As if they got me with my pants down

There can't be a worse moment that when one feels unprotected and weak...

DESERT

The desert is not a place to get lost, it is a place to find yourself

These are the kind of rides that make you love motorcycles, the ones in which you get lost, you camp at the beach, you enjoy the road, and nothings keeps you away from what you came for, RIDING.

If we actually rode more and spoke less, things would be better for all of us. There's not much needed really.

ZK

Make me wanna shout!

Work, shit, get up, get down, pay, earn, pay again, work, eat, cook, clean, wee, shit, shower, brush, clean, slepp, get up, sit down, do, undo, make, remake, shit, eat, drink, wee, get up, clean, close, open, make, do, shit...

 

And it makes me wanna shout!

Back on the road

Well guys, the fact that after don't know how long now without publishing any post and dedicating myself to other stuff hasn't stopped this blog to be getting even more and more visits every day has actually made me think I should actually go on with it... yeah what the fuck!  

We will be sharing content with our brother blog www.armyofthefallenbikers.com, which is the politically correct one, so we are absolutely free of doing or saying whatever shit comes to our minds yeah dudes!

What I've been up to with the other blog was and is something very beautiful, and I have started making my own videos now, editing and recording is something I am not very good at, but anyway, you'll see how I will improve, it is just a matter of time.

Here's an example of that.

And it is not just the music, but the metal tune you can listen with it which belongs to me, well better say my band. I also started a Youtube channel for the website, and for business too, and I hope to make everything roll as it should be soon.

But you don't know how much impressed me when I checked on this blog's visits and discovered it was just thriving with you. Thank you all for your support and I promise I won't let you down again.

See you on the road!

Imagine you can fly over the dunes, imagine some beauties waiting for your, imagine total freedom, a bonfire, some beers, imagine all we watched were true reality...

and then nothing would please us! Stick to your life fella, as having everything is not all, and not having allow us to daydream

A blog for heroes

Some motherfuckers out there are wasting their lives in front on a computer, inside a sad cubicle... others are just having fun... others are riding a bike from and to the middle of nowhere.

It doesn't really matter at all. This life doesn't really matter as long as you dream you are a hero.

Gals & Bikes / a blog for heroes

Adventure

It's in our genes, that's for sure, however, we pretty much forget adventure and get a shitty life once and again... but when we hit the road, we promise ourselves we won't abandon that feeling any other time, just to get back to where you belonged once again.



But time will pay off, and you'll grow old and regret all the things you haven't done. Yeah dudes, we'll regret what we haven't done, as no matter how much we fuck it up, what's done it's done and noone's gonna change that. You learn from your mistakes and your downs, but there's nothing you can do about what you haven't done.

Wanna know what? I wish I listened to myself more often.

The Passion of the Two Wheels has contaminated more than one soul...

Axel Estrada Manifesto

I have been a biker since I can remember. Just in my mom's womb when she used to be daddy's pillion in a old Bultaco, and I got the vibration of the two stroke engine and contaminated my soul.

This has always been about liberty, the enormous freedom we get when we ride is not comparable to anything else in this world.

And there's a huge controversy about colors. I have had a patch over the last 8 years I'd say... and I didn't want to leave it despite the pain and problems it sometimes causes. But we managed to get over it.

My deepest respect to all MCs around the globe, gangs, groups or whatever... I've hang around that world for far too long as for not knowing it and I love it really.

But it can get a bit tricky sometimes, and problems start when you have to fulfil obligations because of your MC and you are not happy about it.

Whatever you do regarding bikes, should be done without effort. It is no effort for me to lie on the ground to change my trumpets oil, it ain't no obligation for me to polish the steel, it ain't no obligation for me to ride like a motherfucker for hundreds of miles.

So if you wear color, they shouldn't be an obligation. If you feel like they are... do something about it dude.

I'm happy because my fellas and I decided to leave the color aside and return to our origins, to riding just for the sake of riding... and that's what we want.

There are other possible ways, this is just mine. Do whatever your heart tells you.