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Taking an old Ghost out for a ride

n10sive

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The year, 1962. I was just a small boy. I had this grandmother...6' tall...NASTY woman. She lived in a house on top of a hill all by itself...surrounded by oil derricks. You know...those hobby horse things that go eeeeaaaawwww all the time.

My Grandmother was a hoarder. She hoarded antiques. The larger and more ornate, the more she liked it. She had cystals, paintings of what looked like Mayflower Protestants all over the house that wherever you went, their eyes followed you. Her house was always dark and smelled old and musty and was just filled with mounds and mounds of crap. I swear her place was haunted. Even my Grandfather wouldn't live with this woman :laughing

On rare occasions I was forced to stay there. I would be put in this little room on the second floor chocked full of porcelain dolls. There was one particularly evil looking hobo doll that sat on the chair at the foot of the bed. As I lay there at night trying to fall asleep, this thing would just stair at me. The lone street light would shine through the window right on him. The oil wells would just keep up this constant eeeeaaaawwwww.....eeeeaaawwwww all night long. I was pretty scary for a 4 year old.

One night, I awoke, and this hobo doll was now on the foot of the bed, climbing up at me. I swear! I went screaming and yelling out of that room. I vowed NEVER to sleep at grandma's house again.

My mom thought I was full of shit. "She doesn't have a doll that looks like that. She is into girly dolls". I would tell her "well, there is one!"

Fast forward almost 50 years. Grandma and Grandpa are dead, and my mom is closing out their estate.

UPS pulls up to the house and drops off a box. I open it up and there is some packaging...and a note from my mom. "Hi Sweatheart! Look what I found cleaning out the house! I never believed you but here it is! Thought you might enjoy having it!"








































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So today, it was nice out. I have been trying to figure out what the hell to do with this...this....thing!

I decide I am going to go take it for a LONG ride out in the Nevada back roads and get rid of it. Far far away.....

So I tell the clown...GET IN THE TOP CASE CLOWN!

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We're going for a ride....

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So off I head to look for a good place to bury this clown....

hmmm...maybe out here?
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How about in this old barn?
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WATER! I drown the little bastard!
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I let him look at his fate....
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He just laughed at me
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So back in the case he went while I looked for a bush that needed watering....
 
even if you bury it thousands of miles away, it'll be right at the end of your bed again the next morning...
 
I came back to my bike. The little shit escaped and was now mocking me! :mad
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So back on the road we go.
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Maybe I'll leave out here by this little house. Naw...I've always like this little cottage so I won't mess up this place with him.
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AHA! I got it! I know where he can go!
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:laughing

So somewhere, out in the back roads of Nevada, if you happen to see a little Hobo doll...DON'T PICK HIM UP!!!
 
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Looks like a beautiful day out there, and the clown, absolutely hilarious!!!! :rofl
 
I came back to my bike. The little shit escaped and was now mocking me! :mad
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So back on the road we go.
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Maybe I'll leave out here by this little house. Naw...I've always like this little cottage so I won't mess up this place with him.
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AHA! I got it! I know where he can go!
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:laughing

So somewhere, out in the back roads of Nevada, if you happen to see a little Hobo doll...DON'T PICK HIM UP!!!

Wow that was creepy! :laughing
 
You put a .45 slug in his head, right?

And lit him on fire in the middle of the road?

Surely you did.
 
Chucky will never die......Ship him to someone
 

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Poor little Hobo Clown Doll. He was a happy fellow probably worth $25K or something.
 
OK. Im going to have to keep this clown entertained while I figure out my next move. Put Chucky on netflix streaming for him, gave him a beer (all hobo's like beer don't they?) and making him comfy so I can think...

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