Bitches can’t even compete at dumbshit like hotdog eating contests, how the fuck are they supposed to hang in an extend direct combat environment
Bitches can’t even compete at dumbshit like hotdog eating contests, how the fuck are they supposed to hang in an extend direct combat environment
I’ve been home for to long. To many nights sleeping in a bed is bad for the soul. The road is calling. The solitude is calling. Wind burn, sunburn, the cold, the rain…. the desire to see just one more mile of road, to see what’s around the next curve, to find that perfect spot to camp for the night…
Heading out on a bike for a few weeks isn’t a trek to the Artic Circle, but it does take some planning. Most folks plan routes. I don’t cotton to such things myself. Lest wise not most trips. I have an agenda in mind but no time line. I’m headed South. I want to hit Miami to meet up with a potential business partner, then I’ll run down to the Keys to link up with a dude from my Ranger Batt days. After that? Who fucking knows? I’ll figure it out as we go. We? Me and my Lady Pit will be on the road for 2-3 weeks.
I don’t know how many bike trips I’ve done, so this is routine for me. What will be new is taking the dog and the side car. Oh, and the bike is relatively new to me. I’ve put about 2500 miles on her. It’s an ’09 Electra Glide, 96″ motor, 6 speed transmissio, a 6 gallon tank, I bought it a few months ago just for the trip. I picked this bike because she is stock, which means less vibration, which means less mechanical problems, less fatigue and no searching for aftermarket parts in strange towns when I run into mechanical problems. I wanted an 09 or newer for a few features. 6 speed transmission for one. The 6 gallon tank extends my saddle time between fill ups, an extra concern with this trip because of the weight of the dog and side car. The 96″ motor gives good power and the extra weight hasn’t caused the power plant to struggle at highway speeds. This is also the year Harley made some changes to reduce engine heat. It breaks well, and withought the side car, handles better then my 04. I also wanted stock exhaust. Makes it easier on my doggies hearing, and noise can increase fatigue. I’m feeling my age and the little things adds up these days.
The interwebz has a lot of pre-trip checklists so I won’t speak on that much. Same thing with toolkits, but have one and do the other. Start with fresh tires, breaks and oil. Well not to fresh, but more then 200 miles on them, and hopefully most of those miles on one run. I don’t require a lot of personal gear, I’ve done coast to coast trips with a sleeping bag, tooth brush and ridding leathers. I do carry a fair amount of gear for the bike.
One of the nice things about owning a Harley is options. In this case luggage options. There are kits that will let you get the maximum use out of the limited space in your saddle bags. Use them. I carry a fairly extensive tool kit; with the right aftermarket tool bags they all fit into what would have been dead space in the saddle bags. I also have 2 one gallon fuel cans that also tuck into some not very useful space in the saddle bags. I always carry two quarts of oil, a small bottle of break fuild, Marvin’s Mysrty oil, octane boost, wd40, duct tape and a shit ton of zipties plus three different ways to repair tires along with two ways to inflate my tires. Method #1 is an electric airpump you can pick up at Napa. I have a hand full of air cartridges that you screw into the val stem, takes a couple per tire, but they can get the job done.
I’ll still have room in the saddle bags for my leathers and some water.
I… not sure what you would call them but I have a set of bags designed to sit on top of the saddle bags. I love those things. They are super easy to get on and off the bike and I can get all I need for short trips/ non camping trips into those two bags. Couple of quick releases, they come right off and are easy to carry into the hotel. Toothbrush, couple pair of socks, maybe a clean shirt, sun screen, spare glasses, gloves, long sleeve shirt… all the small things you like to have easy access to while your on the road. You can also fit rain gear in them if your a pussy and use those types of things.sisoursly though, lots of folks love rain great and it’s smart to keep it handy, I have never liked rain gear and would rather put my leathers on. This trip will be mostly camping and everything I want in the tent will be in those bags.
Lots of folks have touring packs/ trunks on their glides. I dislike them for several reasons. I go old school, a nice tall sissy bar, bags and zip ties. These days I have some luggage designed to be used/ strapped to the sissy bar. This is where all the camping stuff and a full face helmet goes.
As a rule, I hate helmets, but a full face helmet is nice to have when it rains. It’s winter time in the South, so I will for sure get rained on. Which is why my socks and what not will be in zip lock bags. Same with the box of spare ammo and mags for my XDM. I’ll also take some under armor in case it gets cold, 2 sets of gloves, hand/ foot warmers and a spare pair of boots
The main topic I wanted to address is camping gear. There is some cool camping shit out there but storage space is limited on a bike, you have the shit you would like to have with you like a towel and a bar of soap and you have shit you absolutely need like moonshine and condoms. Weight is an issue as well, and you need to pack all that shit on your bike in such a way you can get to your stuff in a hurry when you need it and in such a way as it doesn’t negatively affect your bikes balance and center of gravity. Camping in cool places is a big deal to me on this trip. I want to do a little fishing, a little drinking and a lot of sitting around the fire drinking, grilling and singing Johnny Cash songs with my dog so on top of the stuff you need like a tent and a sleeping bag, I want to bring a fishing pole, camping stool, hatchet and some cooking gear.
I’m not going to tell you what gear to buy but I am going to tell you a group of people who have successfully solved the camping gear vs size and weight problem
Backpackers have all that shit figured out. Light weight sleeping bags, light weight tents, stoves, cooking gear, dishes…. they sell all that shit and for less money then the places selling motorcycle gear.
Also I recommend a 2 man tent for the extra space and sleeping bag good to 20F with a poncho liner for extra weight. Saves you money and space and between the 3 things you’ll stay pretty warm even when it’s balls cold
I loved watching the storm last night. I opened all three French doors, pulled the recliner over, grabbed a bottle of apple wine, put my Lady Pit in my lap and settled in. The Girls slid up next to me before long.
I am, at this moment, physically cut off from the rest of the world. Its a good feeling. The road that takes us from my little sliver of the inter-coastal waterways to the main land is under water. Not sure how deep, don’t much care, but it’s a couple hundred feet wide. Don’t much care about that either. If I did, I’d put my kayak in the water and find out the depth, maybe find the road under the water, mark the path and drive my truck into town. If driving to town is posdible. Doesn’t seem to be much of a current but if there was, it woukd only take me to town. Which I am happy enough to be separated from.
It’s a peaceful easy feeling. We lost power some time back. Made our inlet nice and quiet. Of sorts. The storm was noisy, but there is no hum from the refrigerator either. I have a generator. Haven’t used it yet. I am enjoying the sounds of nature, family and my neighbors to much. Maybe I’ll crank it up when I run out of ice. Yeti coolers are money, so maybe I won’t run out of ice.
I was up early as I always am and the 1st thing I noticed (beyond the Hell jounds and the Girls) was the silence. No wind, no rain, no sound from the refrigerator. Quick check of the house while Girl glares and my Lady Pit bounces around. Neither would go out for the bathroom in the rain. Ton Spawn was sleeping in, the storm kept him up, the house was intact.
The water is high, maybe 5 ft, right at the edge of our retaining wall and over lapping my dock. We use to be surrounded by wet lands. To our front, the river/ bay, ocean and one of our larger and more popular barrier island. Which i am sure did its protecting us from the wind and storm surge. On the other three sides was wet lands and a road. Now they are under Lord only knows how much water. I climbed up to the roof/ bbq area of my boat shed and checked out my street. We all did well. The one tree in my street, happens to be in my yard, fell. Ground was to wet to hold it, and it fell across the street. Not much of a tree or obstacle but since you can’t really drive around it now, it needed to be #1 on my to do list. Our little road was cut, and since no one was hurt, or in immediate danger, restoring our high speed avenues of approach became the priorty #1.
I love the silence. We are always quiet, but this morning it was silent. I wanted to keep it going so I used a pocket saw instead of a chain saw. Made two cuts, which made three peices of tree and cleared the road. A short walk took me tout the next obstacle. Water. The road was cut at the community boat ramp. Not much one can do about that so I turned around and walked back.
And I do have power of sorts. Couple solar panels, couple of deep cycle marine batteries and we have been keeping our phones and tablets fully charged. Could do the same with either the truck or the SUV, but I haven’t cranked either. My neighbors have. In fact the guy at the far end of the road has a small generator going. I hear it occasionally and he came by to let us know we could stash food in his freezer, charge our phones etc. Which we took advantage of. The food storing.
He laughed when I told him I had a generator but wasn’t using it. They all think I am crazier then a shit house rat but seem to enjoy my company any which way
I did cook for everyone earlier today. By God’s good graces we don’t have much clean up to do. Us even less because I stashed most of our stuff. Nothing major, burgers and dogs, some chicken and fish. Stuff we needed to cook before it went bad. I cooked, kept an eye on some older kids and drank slightly chilled homemade wine while they all worked.
One of the other guys tried to AMOG me. Some lame joke about me cooking and baby sitting. I laughed, said I didn’t want to break a nail and took a long pull off my bottle of wine. Amature. There he was picking up various bits of debris, there I was enjoying myself, grilling, drinking and watching the kids and dogs run.
It’s a pretty good life
Truly we are blessed
Life is funny. I could tell the road being cut bothered some people. A quick plan, made up on the fly settled them down. Overt displays of masculine confidence and mastery over the world around you always settles the bitches. Of both sexes. The Girls slid up next to me after the ad-hoc meeting. Daddy likes
All the shit I have on hand for emergencies and I’m not really using any of it. It’s been a very mild disaster for us. More like camping at home. I could be bossier, but why?
I had some regular non treated 2×4’s stashed in the rafters of my garage. A little work with a hand saw and now we have some fire wood. I invited the neighborhood over, all 5 families but not sure any will show up.
Almost everything amuses me. This storm hasn’t been any different on that front. Was interesting watching the Betas be stoic and sort of flippant about the storm. Good, strong family men. Yeoman worthy of the tittle. The kids have had a blast. My Lady Pit has run wild today because there is no place for her to run off to now that we are a mini island. She has knocked all the kids down at least once. On purpose each time. Girl hasn’t left Ton Spawn or the Girls alone. She sticks to them like glue these days. I can tell the other dudes wives are happy. Their men were right, no need to evacuate, they can now rest in the strength and decsion making skills of their man. Lest for a few days.
Everyone enjoyed that feeling you get when things are better in the morning. I could tell they all took pride and enjoyment out of cleaning up after the storm, pride and enjoyment in the various clever tricks they came up with to over come the obstacles of having no power, running water and what not. Plus the shared experience of sheltering in place
Time to go put sauce on the chicken and check my trout line before it’s fire pit, wine and pitching woo time
I know many folks are suffering right now, but the Lord was kind to me and mine last night.
Y’all take care now
This happened to this man
Because he was unarmed
This man drove right through the bullshit, unharmed because he was armed
Get a fucking gun, keep it on you at all times or enjoy your cultural enrichment
The Ton Life is a life long quest for Freedom, Firepower and FuckYeah! (FFPFY) “(c) 2016 Ton’s Place”. … ie Bikes, Booze, Brawls and Bitches. In that order but men age and things change….
What is Freedom, FirePower and FuckYeah! ? FFPFY is the masculine life taken to its limits, the rush men feel when living an unrepentant, unapologetic life of unreconstructed masculine Frame. It’s that combination high of testosterone and adrenaline as you knee drag your 1st corner, pull your 1st big deadlift, land that trophy bass…. it is fleeting and addicting, pushing you toward knee dragging the next corner.’ FFPFY is being fully alive vs the mass of living dead seen shuffling around you. It’s also the only addiction worth having and I reckon all other addictions are a proxy high for the adrenaline/ testosterone combo. Addictions to pussy, booze, pills or cards leave men broken, hollow and shambling around in the same living dead condition as the zombies on Walking Dead or that sparky who lives three doors down. Addiction to testosterone and adrenaline may very well lead to a broken body and a short life, but it gives your kids great ways to brag about their Old Man and you damn sure won’t be hollow inside.
Freedom the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action
the quality or state of being exempt or released usually from something onerous <freedom from care>
the quality of being frank, open, or outspoken
boldness of conception or execution
Now that’s some scary shit if you are a bitch ( either the kind with a gash or dude without balls). Men doing what they want? Cannot have that. They might drink a little to much, spend some time mudding around their favorite fishing hole, refuse to wear a seat belt or helmet… hell they might even smoke in public and not work those extra 400 hours a year to support some ungrateful bitch I mean loving wife. He might just smoke a little weed, lose some money at cards, not be heard from for three days because his dog is better company then his old lady and kids or because the deer stand more fulfilling then some bullshit job. His employer might have to make a little less money off him, Madison Avenue might not be able to con him into buying shit he doesn’t need, church pews might be a little less full and the man hating preacher out of simps to AMOG, the government might have to do with a little less tax revenue and banks might have to make a little less off their usury…. and bold open non politically correct language might hurt someones wittle feelings…. O the humanity
Sounds an awful like they hate your Freedom because you might choose not to live a life of soft slavery.
FirePower is the military capability to direct force at an enemy…… Firepower involves the whole range of potential weapons. The concept is generally taught as one of the three key principles of modern warfare wherein the enemy forces are destroyed or have their will to fight negated by sufficient and preferably overwhelming use of force as a result of combat operations.
Through the ages firepower has come to mean offensive power applied from a distance……is thus something employed to keep enemy forces at a range where they can be defeated in detail or sapped of the will to continue.
Best definition I’ve read in a while right there but for our purposes a Man’s FirePower isn’t only about the gun in his pocket(though you better have one). It’s about his Frame, the strength of his mind and his iron will.( read G Gordon Liddy’s book Will) A man who values his Freedom doesn’t want to live that life of soft slavery. A man with FirePower will resits that soft slavery. He’ll ignore the shaming language and the man up rants. He won’t be cowed by his boss, he won’t give a fuck what the so called elites have to say, He won’t tip his hat and say yes sir to some petty tyrant with a badge
FuckYeah! isn’t simply an expression of defiance, or a quite resignation toward a job that needs doing. It’s a a statement of excitement. It’s not simply a willingness to engage in risky behavior, or to rebel for the sake of smashing shit. It is a statement full of joy and lust for the challenges ahead. It is not “let’s do this”; it is “let’s roll ’cause this shit makes my cock hard”
It’s difficult to control men who are hooked on testosterone fueled Freedom, FirePower and FuckYeah……resistant to manipulation, difficult to control, difficult to predict, primal and bordering on the feral….. which is why nice guys, the nanny state and women fear it.. Want to know why they beat the masculinity out of little boys? It’s because they fear he’ll grow into a man, unbowed, unyielding, wild, free and dangerous. Weak men and women are driven by fear and their need to control life around them to offset their fear.
Don’t let the bitches win; don’t let them turn you or your son or the dudes in your crew into bitches.
This post fueled by moonshine, homemade muscadine wine and the two sexy ass bitches singing in my shower
I am helping a friend transition from failed marriage to semi professional whore wrangling, (frequent event with my peers) and things are going well for him. He is a decent looking guy, fit and has a Harley. It hasn’t been a difficult transition for him, mostly he needed a crash course on how combat dating works and some better marketing. More fun, less serious. All of which is once again pretty typical for my peer group, but most guys struggle accepting one or two aspects of the modern combat dating life
One area he wasn’t really picking up on was placing a premium value on his time. The other has been taking certain things too personal. Like how often chicks flake.
Anyrate, he hits the tender and is doing well. Seems to me when you are the new guy on a dating app/ website you have about a 30 day grace period where girls are happy to talk to you simply because you are the new guy in town. So to speak
As we know, girls flake like its their full time job, and for more reasons then I care to get into. Its up to a man to deal with it like a boss. The “traditional” MGTOW response to typical female behavior (TFB) is to avoid females. My response? Put more bitches in your rotation. The deeper your batting roster, the less likely you are to put up with bullshit just to keep getting your dick sucked. If one turns bitchy, you dump her and spend more time with one of the other chicks in your rotation or spend the free time looking to fill her time slot with a new girl.
Also chicks are more likely to flake the more valuable the time slot ie Friday and Saturday nights.
Double booking dates is one way to place a high value on your time. The best pool of 20 year old hotties is a little over an hour from where we live. Getting up there to be flaked on will take at least 2.5 hours of your life. Time you can never get back. Being on a bike helps offset such time sinks. It’s a nice ride from our little town to what passes as a big city but really damn near any hobby is a decent way to double book, especially when you are building your rotation. Let’s say you want to… try out a new whisky bar. Book a date for the event. Worst case she no shows and you have a good time at a new spot. Same would apply to whatever. Like train museums? Put the date in the same general area. She flakes? Who gives a fuck you’re off to check out the trains….. Or whatever dudes like. Could be a Gander Mountain or a bass pro shop or a boat shop… Sporting events are also a great way to double book your time. If you planned on going to XYZ bar to watch So and So fight, doesn’t really matter if she flakes or not the fight is always there for you.
Of course the best way to double book is with a second bitch. On a good day neither flake and you get to bang two( or more) chicks in a single day…..
Any rate my friend finally doubled booked a Saturday. The girl with the early time slot flaked on him, though she did so early enough for him time to adjust his plans. In this case he adjusted his plans by telling the girl in the later time slot he was available sooner then expected… and he banged her a little later on that day
Point to all of this is?… This is the 1st time he’s had a girl flake on him and it didn’t fuck with his Frame. Not only did it not fuck with his mind about the 1st time slot, his Frame was good enough to pull off banging a new chick. That’s tight. Good game ie good tactics for arranging your life almost always leaves you on the mental upswing and normally, if you set things up correctly, you still come out on top. Even if it isn’t in the manner you suspected. This is one of them lessons from Game that should be applied to all areas of a man’s life
Double bonus; because he had a second date lined up, he took the 1st girl flaking out on him like a boss, which got her to reschedule and he banged her Monday night
That’s how its done. Like a boss
No shit, there I was at lunch with some friends. 4 of them. My bidness partner/ mentor JHT, and three men I have known since my Ranger Bat days; one of whom I went on to be extra special with (JB), the other left us to become a pilot, eventually flying Little Birds of the attack sort for the US Army’s Special Operations Aviation Regiment(MW)
Yeah, I have a bidness mentor. The legal bindess thing is new-ish to me and I run most ideas past JHT. JHT is one of the best men to walk the planet since Christ. If all men were like him we wouldn’t need cops, armies, lawyers or locks on our doors. He is a Vietnam vet and saw some serious shit; the kind of shit that makes him a living legend to the men coming up the ranks but he is a humble legend and has refused offers to have his exploits listed in the Airborne and Special-Ops Museum, though I am hoping he will change his mind while his grandkids are still young enough to think he’s cool. Any rate, JHT is also a serious backwoods business man. You’d never tell to look at him but he has made millions over the years in a wide range of businesses. Hillbilly rags to riches story. He doesn’t do much these days–enough to keep busy–but he is a man who knows what’s what.
I know JHT from some hobbies we share and he helped me go legit, turning side hustles into legit business… or mostly legit. He also helped my friend JB and now he is helping MW. In the land of the insanely tough and crazy is a requirement, no one is tougher then JB. JB’s civilian life is on a roll and he won some awards from a veteran group for making the transition from retired door kicker to successful bidness man, and then for mentoring other vets in his particular field. Its good to see what he has accomplished in the real world; many of us worried he’d not do well after retirement.
MW has recently retired and has decided to move back to the Bragg area. Like JB and I, he spent some time down range as a contractor to build up a bank roll with the intent to buy a business. He purchased one of JHT’s gigs. Its a good one too. Big time money maker, or will be once MW puts some energy into the place
What one man fears might be another man’s good time, like jumping out of airplanes but all healthy men experience fear; fear is right and natural. None of us 4 have ever been fraidy-cats. The only time I have experienced real, near on shit your pants fear was while earning my way into being extra special. By that time I had sold drugs, ran shine, fought in the ring and bars, did time juvenile time in an adult cage, jumped out of planes, blown some shit up, got blown up and been in more then a few firefights. None of that scared me; by scared I mean the damn near crippling kind of fear. Most of that shit just made my cock hard. The type of fear I was used to was of the, “Dear God, don’t let me fuck up and get my crew killed,” kind of fear. Scart for what I might do to my crew and my reputation among men
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
— Frank Herbert, Dune –
The 1st time I experienced real fear was at night and involved water. A dark fucking night, as in no natural illumination, and by water I mean underneath the water of this low visibility lake that you could barely see shit in during the day because of all the silt and by fear I mean I had been leery of water my whole fucking life, never swam in it at night for fun and now I am blind as a fucking bat with no echolocation, X number of feet below the surface of the water, fighting off X number of guys who are trying to drown me. Like, someone would attack me, someone else would fuck with my gear during the attack and I had to fight the one(or more) dude off then find the fault with my gear and repair it before drowning. Fun, right?
That was the last time the water ever scart me. I never worried about dying from bullets or bombs but drowning… holy shit did that used to bother me, but one of the purposes of training is to kill fear.
“A man who has been in danger,
When he comes out of it forgets his fears,”
Euripides – Iphigenia in Tauris (414-12 BC)
Any rate, no shit there we are, in the most upscale restaurant in our area(which is saying some shit because our area includes a super zip code and one of the most prestigious golf courses in the USA) enjoying the booze, company and some well aged, bone-in rib eyes, and MW said signing for JHT’s old business was the scariest thing he ever did. Weak in the knees, “Oh, Lord, what did I do,” sort of fear. Now MW wasn’t ever the toughest son of a bitch to earn a scroll but in the land of the tough and crazy he was damn near the craziest one. Then he goes and learns to fly, then learns to fly them little birds into the shit–and I mean right down barrel of whatever might be shooting at him to dump his payload all over the other guys. MW has balls, big fucking brass ones.
This is the sort of shit MW did for a living
So we got to talking about it. I was the only pussy who’s most scart moment of his life was pre combat diver qualification course. JB and JHT both said it was signing on their 1st business. Me? a little less so then them dudes, but it wasn’t as much fun as a fire fight. All 4 of us have done some shit common sense would tell you is more scary then opening a bidness, yet it was it.
“Courage is not the lack of fear but the ability to face it.”
—- Lt. John B. Putnam Jr. (1921-1944)
Why should it be that 4 experienced combat vets were more freaked out about starting a business then getting shot at? Surely age is a part of it. At 20 we were young, dumb and full of cum, literally too stupid and high on testosterone to realize we were doing dangerous shit and that said dangerous shit could in fact shit all over us.
That’s the base line. We were adrenaline junkies before the term was coined, but we were also trained. Training teaches your body and mind how to react to certain stimuli: the better trained you are, the less you worry about what comes your way…. as long as that training matches your shit your facing.
None of us were trained to run a small business. Well I sort of was. I was pretty good at stealing cars, manufacturing and selling controlled substances and bootlegging. Not just when I was a kid, but I got into the boot legging/ manufacturing and selling controlled substances after my divorce. I grew up in the 6th poorest county in America. We weren’t the poorest family by any measure but I saw enough of poverty to hate it and I’d be double dipped in pig shit before I live that poor again.
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”
Without training, knowledge, understanding and wisdom we are basically children
The reason why so many men fear rejection and struggle with women in the SMP is due to a lack of training, knowledge, understanding and wisdom
“The hero and the coward both feel exactly the same fear, only the hero confronts his fear and converts it into fire.”
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