Trying to choose one of these guys over the other is like making a choice in the GOP Primary.
That’s the only political comparison I’m going to make in this dispatch.
When it comes to the products these two gentlemen have put out both in a collaborative effort and individually, I continue to be awe inspired by the imagination and creativity that goes into the amazing choppers these two have created over the years.
Perhaps you don’t know who I’m talking about.
Paul Teutul Sr. and Paul Teutul Jr. were a father / son team with a small motorcycle shop in New York. The geniuses at Discovery Channel began broadcasting a show about these guys and their adventures in building custom choppers for Paul Sr.’s company, Orange County Choppers. The show was called American Chopper.
The interesting thing about this show outside of the bikes they built was the fact that Paul Sr. had a temper, and both Junior and Senior were capable of having an argument at the drop of a hat.
I started watching American Chopper on Discovery Channel back in the days when it burst onto the scenes. If memory serves, it ran on the same night as Monster Garage and Monster House. The show completely redefined my narrow minded understanding of what a chopper motorcycle was capable of being.
After several years, the show was moved over to The Learning Channel and I got away from it. It’s only been in the last few years when it’s new set of circumstances generated a renewed interest that I’ve began watching it again.
You do know what the new set of circumstances are, don’t you?
Put very simply, Junior’s and Senior’s ability to argue turned into a major fight. Junior left the business and started Paul Jr. Designs. Lawsuits ensued and have since been resolved. The relationship between the two was forever damaged.
Ironically enough, I had a fight with a family member yesterday just a matter of hours before it was time for me to see if the Teutuls were going to reconcile their differences.
I won’t go into the details save for the fact that if I don’t like what you post on my Facebook wall, I’ll delete it. That’s regardless of whether I think others will appreciate it or not. My wall, my rules. Your wall, your rules.
Said family member removed me as a friend on Facebook as a result.
It’s pretty sad when a set of kinfolk in their 40’s can still argue over the stupidest things and drag social media into the fray.
In other news, I got the Jeep back today. The source of the problem was beyond stupid, in the sense that the starting issue could not be recreated (and subsequently fixed). In turn, I paid a butt load of money to have the oxygen sensors changed out. It runs a lot better now.
Boom. Subject change.
I have two different ideas for projects in the ongoing exercise of TharpSter Capitalism.
Idea number one involves making an elaborate series of trades, one item for another in order to obtain something cool. People have done it before by starting with a paper clip and finishing with a house. I’m thinking about starting with my hootchie mama drink holder, however I haven’t made up my mind on what the end game result will be.
Idea two hit me this morning as I woke up. Just to avoid forgetting it, I hit the virtual keyboard with a series of super hero names. Now I have to flesh it out to determine what I’m going to do with ideas for four new heroes. Do I draw it or just write it? Do I make it dark and gritty or just lampoonish?
Don’t bother looking that word up.
I just made it up and Dictionary.com hasn’t published it yet. The internet tends to be slow in these cases.
On a side note, the fact that I came up with a bunch of super hero names this morning without even putting my mind to it has nothing to do with the fact that I’ve watched Green Lantern, Captain America, and trailers for the The Avengers in the last week.
Boom Shanka y’all.