Chopper Hostel

We live in the golden age of manipulation. People that would be better served if nobody listened to them have become ‘streamers’ and ‘YouTube influencers’. Dumb asses are gathering in mass, forming groups, exchanging opinions and suddenly the earth is flat, gender is a spectrum, and everything is the white guy’s fault.

The stupid and their stupid ideas have gained traction and become mainstream because those pricks are gathering and agreeing with one another. “Stupid is as stupid does” never held as much weight as it does now. It’s been rampin’ up for years and frankly, I’m lookin’ forward to civil war.

The world is now flooded with attention seeking whores, bent necked and sweating, staring at their phones hopin’ for that next endorphin rush. Anything for attention, anything for ‘likes’, anything for ‘clout’. A lifetime of building their online presence never considering that all they hold dear is just fairy dust that can be taken away with one electromagnetic pulse. Your world can be unplugged and without it you won’t last a week.

I got nothin’ for this ‘new’ world that has arisen in the latter half of my life. I use it, don’t get me wrong, but I’ll be fucked if I’ll ever get comfortable it or be any good at it. The timing of the whole thing is what fucked me. My chaotic life was well underway when this electronic web of insanity took over. It left me in the its wake as I desperately tried to play ‘catch up’ with kids that don’t have any idea how the world worked previously, the world I had been brought up in.

The separation between ‘them’ and me was never really evident until I encountered some troll that crossed the line and knew full well there was no consequences for his online disrespect, until we found ourselves occupying the same bit of actual real-world space.

I got my 6’5″ frame in his face and lit him up with a barrage of personal insults and the groundwork that should have led to an actual physical altercation, but it never happened. At that moment I realized that the world had changed and everything I had learned in my up bringing was all for naught. Stupidity had gotten a foot hold and was taking over. How can a world learn from its mistakes if there were no consequences for its irrational ramblings. A great man once said, “A lot of you have never been punched in the face for your actions and it shows”.

The real world got soft and allowed idiots a voice with no consequences and now there’s trannys grooming kids that are way to young to be dealing with sexuality and Hollywood dressing their sons like girls and parading them around like a fashion accessory. There’s Gays for Palestine, undoubtably the stupidest thing ever…so much for self-preservation, stupid cocksuckers. George Soros hates you and you fell for it.

,All this interconnection can really benefit a small business such as, let’s say, a painter struggling to sell his work while livin’ in the woods, but is it worth the cost? Instead of putting all your effort into creating your art you become a slave to the constantly changing algorithms. Instead of painting for the personal interaction with the viewer, you paint for ‘likes’ on social media. The odds have always ben stacked against making a living at the arts and now the rules have changed halfway through. When do you give up?

You don’t.

This part of southern West Virginia is fuckin’ beautiful but if your looking for an income to subsidize painting after you turn 60 you’re kinda screwed. This is the heart of southern poverty and jobs, well, good luck. Luckily, I have some land that I can put to use for income while I slowly reduce my online presence. Instead of soliciting galleries for an audience I’ll have my own gallery that people can view in person like my art was meant to be viewed. A side benefit is having friends ride choppers and camp also providing a small income providing some relief from the constant bills, the pressure to gain exposure and I can start interacting with people again.

I stopped socializing just before Covid hit and all that ‘shelter at home’ bullshit just made it easier. Unfortunately, with isolation comes depression and for some reason I tend to embrace the warm comfort of melancholy. That, my friends, is a rough road to travel. So, my little social experiment is over, and the conclusion is…I really do need people back in my life. As much as they infuriate me at times, my sanity will benefit interacting with them again. now that I have an active compound, I can simply remove those that piss me off. People. in person, are easier on the psyche than some nameless chode behind a keyboard.

So, lets give this fucker a try. The grounds are already fit for camping but I have some facilaties to get ready, mostly showers and outhouses. Thinkin’ about it over the last few days I think I can pull it off by June.

So, for those that are waiting, the dates for the opening party for Chopper Hostel is officially June 7th-9th. Bring the shit that makes you happy, tents and your cool rides to Mt. Hope West Virginia and let’s get some riding done.

This event is open to everyone riding anything. Contact me in advance if you are trailering your shit down so I can arrange parking for your rig. Camping is in tents so RV’s aren’t welcome, space is limited. If you need your big rig RV to be comfortable you probably need to carry your doo-rag wearin’ ass to Daytona, this ain’t for you.

I’m trying to create an event that’s a little different than most of the current shit storms that are poppin’ up. One more focused on riding than turnin’ up the volume and gettin’ shitty. More Indica than blow if you follow me. This isn’t a fairground it’s in a holler and we’re down to ride more than pose.

Admission is $40 a head for the whole weekend. That secures your entry and camping where you find it on property. This is all new to me, there may be some adjustments that need to be made after the first meet, but I have to know what will need attention when those problems arise.

I’m working on off-site secure parking for anyone that is trailering their shit down. I need to know in advance if you are so I can make the proper arrangements. Don’t drag your feet.

More services will be available in the upcoming weeks (such as cooking and shit) and I will post updates as they become available. The ultimate goal is to have a complete kitchen available so you can cook your own meals during your stay, but I don’t think that will be ready by the first event. There is an onsite bar that will be available for you craving the suds.

A quick Google search of the New River Gorge area will give you an idea the activities and riding available in this area (whitewater rafting, climbing, hiking and the best riding on the east coast).

This is an unsanctioned event, a private party so to speak. I’m just starting to get this place off the ground so there will be some rough edges, but I promise a good time.

I will have my bike up and running by the time the event starts so I’ll be able to go riding with y’all and the riding is the key. so be prepared to do so. If you are goin’ to be bikeless there is plenty of other things to do or you can just chill during the ride, it’s up to you.

Passes will be offered soon at $40 a piece and $45 if you buy them at the gate. I’d appreciate getting you passes before the event to help with set up costs and to get an estimate on how many of you dirty bastards are coming. Information on purchase coming in the next week so subscribe to Chopper Hostel to keep informed of new developments as info is available.

Like, share and tell your cronies to make plans to attend. I have high hopes about Chopper Hostel becoming a destination for choppers to gather for years to come but I need your help to make that happen.

Now that the dates are set, I hope to hear that many of you are making plans to attend, if not there will be other ways that you can help support the effort. This is gonna be cool, I just know it.

If you have any questions, ask them in the comments or email me at hamsteakdawg@gmail.com. Your input is important so don’t be shy. Spread the word, show some interest and come ride the New River Gorge area in beautiful West by-God Virginia. Only a commie would miss it and West Virginia still HATES commies!

Get here or get fucked, “GTP”