So, anybody who's met Marty Thorpe knows how awesome he is. Only after hanging with him for a few hours can you fully understand how rad he actually is. This motherfucker is R-A-D! I don't know if its true, I believe it, but I've heard Marty referred to as the God of All Things Badass. Direct descendent of the chopper gods themselves. I really heard that..maybe read it on the inter-webs..
I walked out my front door, across the street, where Marty is using some form of sorcery to fidget with his Christmas lights. I approach him, eyes wide, ear to ear smile. "Hey, what's up!?" I said, and he spun to greet me with a handshake. We exchanged "how's it going's" and decided that 'pulling weeds' was a good idea. You can't use round up on these weeds, if you catch my meaning.. I hoof it back across the street to fetch my gardening tools and then quickly back to Marty's. We indulge, and the stories begin.
Marty told of life experiences he's had, ranging from choppers, to growing up in Stockton, even down to raising Jamey. I stared on with a shit eating grin, barely asking questions, just soaking it all in. This. Is. Awesome. Listening to him talk, I could really feel the passion Marty has for motorcycles and life in general.
Marty has so many rad stories, some of which, I will be posting in the near future! Prepare your eyes and your hearts, this shit is real..and fuckin badass!
When the smoke had cleared and the beers had settled, I had the overwhelming 'holy shit' feeling. Just a tiny glimpse into Marty's life, where he's been, what he's done..this guy is serious. If you ever pass up the opportunity to hang out and bullshit with Marty Thorpe, you are a damn fool.
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