Who you calling a chump?

Publish Date: 
Jun 24, 2013
By Rick Fairless

Dear Grandma and Grandpa,

We are doing swell down here at good ol’ Strokers Dallas. Please tell the Lord I said thanks for letting summer finally arrive.

It’s amazing how much difference the weather makes in my business. Us in the motorcycle industry are dependent on good weather — kinda like you were, Grandpa, when you were farming.

Hey Grandpa, next time you and the Lord are hanging out, maybe buy him a beer and ask him for a favor for me. (That reminds me, do y’all have beer up there? I guess since it’s Heaven, ya gotta have beer, right? Do you get to hang out with the Lord, or is he like Beyonce — he only hangs out with a select few high-rollers?

Not saying you’re not a high-roller, Grandpa, but I don’t think many farmers are considered high-rollers. Actually, I’d like to hang out with Beyonce … that’s my idea of Heaven. Anyway, I got carried away there.) Can you please ask the good Lord if he’ll do a favor for me? Tell him that if he gives me good weather on Friday, Saturday and Sunday that he can make it rain and snow the other four days and I won’t complain one dang bit. As a matter of fact, it’s raining here today and it’s a Thursday as I write this.

So come on, Lord, make it pour if you want, because the forecast for this weekend is sunny and 90 degrees.

I just got back from our annual “CHUMP” trip in Santa Fe, N.M. I rode my Victory Cross Country. Brother Randy (the big-shot lawyer) rode his Victory Cross Country and Joe T. rode his Victory Vision. My friend Jay rode his H-D Street Glide. The trip was a good test because I just put a 26-inch front wheel on my Cross Country, so I was anxious to see how it handled the trip at extended highway speeds. I was actually shocked at how well it did handle. We’ve done many 26-inch front wheels on Harley-Davidsons and they handle just fine, but this was our first 26-inch on a Vic.

I swear to you that I could not tell any difference at all between the 26-inch front wheel and the stock front wheel. After 30 miles, I completely forgot about it. We cruised at 85-90 mph and I got the Cross Country up to 120 mph just to test the stability of the front wheel (I know, Grandma; sorry).

COMING THIS SUMMER
Oh yeah, I also got HUGE news. In August, I am being inducted into the Sturgis Motorcycle Hall of Fame, and that’s as good as it gets for some lucky chump from Texas like me. It’s a very high honor that I never dreamed would someday be bestowed upon a goofball like me. It just literally makes me shake my head that I have been selected to be enshrined in such a prestigious institution.

Maybe they’re crazy for putting me in, but I’m proud to accept it. This will be my 27th year in a row attending the Sturgis rally. The first year I went up, Lena was a newborn. This year, Lena is going with me for the first time. I will be the proudest man in the Black Hills.  (Continued)