At the end of last year, our two youngest children decided that Santa was not real. As much as we would like to keep them little, they called us out so we confessed.
This year they have decided they should get to pick their gifts. The request includes Xbox 360 games, Wii games, DS games, speaker systems, headphones, cell phone/music, Dragonforce music CD, ect. The list goes on. Somehow they think that even though Santa is not coming, they should get even more gifts. Like most parents, we want more for our kids than we remember having.
I don’t remember having that much stuff.
Santa has left the building…
The First Day started with us heading to one of WI’s largest Harley dealers, Hal’s HD. There we found 200 -300 bikes and even more folks. There were vendors set up all around selling leathers, tires, parts and anything with HD on it. The shop was set up to install anything you buy. We left there headed to Miller Park where the HOG events were taking place. They had stunt riding, dyno drags and concerts all day.
We were ready to hear some good music and see the sites. To get there we took the back roads until we were about 3 miles away. At that point we made a large mistake by getting on the freeway. It turned out to be a 2.5 hr, 3 mile trip. There were bikes over heating everywhere. At about 2.5 miles our bikes started to over heat. We pulled over to let them cool down and question why we were doing this.
Once we finally made it into the event, the Billy Bob Thornton Band went on stage. They did a good job, but the sound engineer must have been asleep. The mix was just bad. We stayed until the band finished, but by then we had all the heat and bad sound we could take. We loaded up and headed to Waukesha, WI for dinner and more music. As we ate dinner outside, we could hear Foghat finishing up. Once we made it to the stage Blues Traveler started their show. The sound engineer at this gig had his stuff together--it sounded top notch and the band was rockin. We left most the way through the show so we could get back before midnight.
What a day, and this was only Thursday. This event was not over until Sunday.
Peace
Trey
360 miles and it took 10hr to get there....Ok, lets back up a bit. It's 1972 and my dad and I were riding down the road in his Ford truck. It was raining on a late summer afternoon in North Little Rock, AR. We passed a biker on the side of the road. His bike had broken down. We stopped and offered him a ride. He would not leave his Harley on the side of the road. Dad had a few boards and some rope in the truck so we pulled down into the ditch and loaded his bike into the truck. This guy looked scary to me at 9 years old. We dropped him off at his “club house” and a bunch of guys that were just a scary as he was came out and unloaded the Harley. The biker talked to Dad for a while and we left.
One day a few weeks later, about 50 Harleys road into our front yard. They were fallowed by a truck with a small motorcycle in the back. The little motorcycle was “chopped” and dark green. The biker and his friends had taken a Harley 100cc motorcycle and converted it into this cool chopper they had in the truck. The guys unloaded it and the main biker called me over. He told me “this is how we say thank you to our friends.”, …”not may folks would have stopped to see about me, you and your dad did, and that’s cool”… They gave me the chopper. I had started riding motorcycles at age 5 so I thought I was a pro by this time. I started the thing up and started across the yard. In the first turn, in front of about 50 “other” bikers, I wrecked. It didn’t hurt the bike or me, but my pride was quite damaged. I road the chopper around the house for a while, but I was to rough on it. Dad ended up selling it and getting me a dirt bike. Man how I wish I still had that motorcycle.
Now just forward to 07/07/07. Steve P and I were looking at the new Harleys dreaming and drooling. The sales guy suggested we fill out an app, so we did. We both ended up coming home with a new Harley. Mine was Dark Green just like my first one. Just over a year later Steve and I took off on our trip to the Harley Davidson 105th Birthday party. We went the slow way, starting off up I-65 north to State HWY 10. There we jumped off the interstate and took the back roads. We ran along the Illinois River until we reached IL HWY 47 where we headed north again. By night fall we made it to the Lake Geneva shore line. From there we went on to our forum friend’s house via the “way back roads”. We made it around midnight. He was up waiting for us. He welcomed us and pointed us to a place to sleep.
More to come …The First Day.
PEACE
Trey
For most of the “old time” forum users, you already know me. For those of you that don’t, here is a bit of background:
Everyone calls me Trey, but my given name is Arvis. I am the third Arvis in my family and my oldest son, the fourth. The love of my life is Kathy. We have been wed for 20+ years and have 3 kids: Trace 19 (Arvis), Sage 11 and Lauren 9.
I started with Klipsch on August 2nd 1999 working in the pro audio dept. with Roy as my boss. I could only take that for 3-4 months and I moved to tech support, taking calls and emails for 3 years or so. During this time, my family and I moved to Indianapolis from or home in Hope Ark. Not long after, I moved the home audio department and began working as a Engineering Tech. About 2 years ago, I stepped up to Associate Engineer, where I spend most of my day working on new product, testing sample parts, and designing networks for systems. I am still learning the process and trying to understand the difficult world of audio.
As an admin on this forum, I spend time reading (and sometimes laughing at) your posts. Before Klipsch, I spent most of my life having something to do with sound, whether it be working with bands as sound engineer, selling and installing car audio, home audio and pro audio, or working on AM transceivers and satellite receivers. While waiting on my chance to work for Klipsch, I've also been a motorcycle mechanic, shipping clerk, truck driver, construction worker, and door to door salesman. My first application to work for Klipsch was placed in 1982.
It took them a while to understand how much they need me… ;)