By Jeff Glucker
The motorcycle-loving folks from Iron and Air sent our old pal Zach Bowman on an adventure. The Gambler 500. It’s an off-road battle royale of sorts, and Mr. Bowman competed using an old Nova riding on a very non-Nova frame. This beast is just one of many insane machines that venture to Oregon for the Gambler.
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My problem is that I know when to hold ’em but not when to fold ’em.
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’
While you’re broken down waitin’ for the support crew and there’s no money left to count.
I should do this. I mean, I’m from Oregon and now live only one state away, so it’s not like I have an excuse to miss it.
I always forget: do you live in a state of lunacy or denial?
I’m in Seattle, so yes.
In Zach Bowman’s article he writes that it probably won’t last. Looking at that Nova-lifted truck concoction I can kind of see what he means… What could possibly go wrong? As in someone’s imagination getting ahead of their engineering and fabrication ability.
Urban Solo Gambler Run for the Misanthrope. Vary sequence to taste.
1) Throw tow strap, flashlight and 10mm wrench in trash.
2) Stand motionless in 40ºF rain for two hours.
3) Remove vehicle windows and windshield wipers with palm-sized river rock.
4) Lose keys to vehicle. Destroy ignition switch and parts of steering column. Hotwire vehicle.
5) Take leisurely weekday jaunt on I-5 during rush hour. Portland to Salem suggested.
6) Find mud bog in alley. Roll in mud under vehicle. Break something.
7) Stand with mobile phone in rain, listen to music-on-hold from tow company of choice.
8) BEER
Yes, yes, I already said I should do this.
I’ll meet you at Step 8