Dispatch 002: Hijo Bastardo de Tejas
Hell on wheels...
The silence here is deafening but it hits harder than the burn of cheap bourbon… During covid I was hanging out in Denton, Tx and acquired the nickname ‘Chopper Trash’ from a good friend at the time, probably since I was riding in on a clapped out Honda VLX. Was so fuckin sketchy hardtailed with single piece of 11in 1x1, I had a death wish.
I’ve had some nicknames over the years, Tex when I lived in Michigan, Chopper Trash in Denton, Kline at work, and as of about a week ago I was given the name Choppa from a gal out in East Texas. It seems fitting as I’ve acquired this new one as I enter a new era in my life - My birthday is Wednesday and I’ll be 38, the past few years have been a blur since my late wife passed. I’ve gone through a lot of ups and downs, I thought I knew what love was and I was shown how wrong I was and now; Im starting be shown what it really is and Im grateful. Shown its okay to do things for me and celebrated for it.
Ive recently made a move to celebrate myself, I got myself a bigger bike. Something to take my kids out on and introduce them to the biggest reason outside them that their dad is still alive. Two wheels kept me alive and semi sane during my lowest times!
Now don’t worry, y’all will see the new whip in due time — I gotta give it that bastard son flair! I am the Bastard Son of Tejas — this state raised me, motorcycles saved me, and I’m here for a good time not a long time. This new chapter, this new era is just getting started — there’s new people, more adventures, and endless sunsets on the horizon. So buckle up buttercup, Im your problem now!
-Kline