This isn’t a story about the Twine Ball Run. Plenty of backslapping, man hugging and high-fiving on that matter can be seen in the ChopCult forum. This homage is to the men and women who turned a sleepy slab of Corn Belt and a tourist trap into bona fide stars on the modern chopper map for one weekend, bugs be damned.
It took little more than a nudge from ChopCult members Bulldog, ChoppyGee and Weedkiller to get the twine ball rolling. News of their plans traveled fast in the 33 forum, and like-minded bikeriders from California to Georgia vowed their support. When the TBR started July 31, roughly 50 riders and half again as many chase truckers and friends gathered in eastern Kansas for 72 hours of beer drinking and bike riding near the geographical center of the American motorcycle universe.
The grassy infield of a half-mile dirt track on the fairgrounds of Osborne, Kansas, provided the venue for this no-frills funfest. Weedkiller’s efforts to secure the ramshackled racetrack near his Kansas home were tremendous, and didn’t come without headache. After shucking and jiving with Osborne officials on a regular basis, Weedkiller convinced his neighbors that no madness or mayhem would besmirch their burg. Inviting locals to participate in the bike show and raffle Saturday evening certainly didn’t hurt his efforts. Nice work, gentlemen. The brisket Osborne locals slung for five bucks a plate was delicious, and the TBR beer coozies custom-printed to commemorate fallen ChopCult comrade Bryan Berky kept my chardonnay chilled all night. Events like the Twine Ball Run always reaffirm my personal belief that the negative vibe between "dirty bikers," "fuckin' cops" and "stupid locals" is usually exagerated. The people of Osborne I met seemed genuinely pleased with the energy and commerce the TBR brought to their sleepy town.
ChoppyGee organized the bike show and burnout challenge. While most riders didn’t feel like smoking their tires in the already hot and bug-infested infield, everyone obliged the motivated kid when he asked them to line up for the bike show and raffle. Choppy’s energy was evident, and his enthusiasm is real. The fact that Choppy rode all the way to eastern Kansas from Wyoming via Utah says all you need to know about this 20-year-old’s dedication to the scene. Stay motivated, my friend—this scene needs more young guys like you.
The Lords of Loud dragged their thundering posse to the Twine Ball Run, and easily lived up to their name. After 48 hours of constant badgering, Wes—the Loudest Lord of all—convinced Weedkiller to take a dozen brothers on a hot lap around the dirt track in his Itasca motorhome. White flour!
Not funny? I guess you had to be there. Actually, you should have been there, because it was a blast. If Kansas is too far from home, follow Choppy, Bulldog and Weedkiller's lead and throw a biker bro down of your own. It's easier than you think, and way more fun than the hot dog social at Cockandball's H-D in North Chaps, Nebraska.
To read first-person accounts and see other photos of the fun, click here.