It is the year 2000 and the 893 launches the next of the east coast's long range highway probes. In a freak mishap GSXR 11 and its pilot Commander Chris 'Buck' Fitty are blown out of their trajectory into an city which freezes his brake systems and lands Buck Fitty in Denver ..................15000 miles later.

We were lucky enough late last summer to get a visit from Tat2 Chris, Ru Da' Cookie Man and Commander Buck Fitty. My hopes were to get gallery shoots of all the guys and thier bikes, but Tat2 never stays in one place for too long and Ru was busy tryin to get all the worky bits of his bike proper half the time and spending the other half doin smokies wif Issac. (you can even see a movie of it here and here) Anyhu, back to the Brothah at hand, Buck Fitty. He's what you'd expect from a Boston bikey sort, big, tough, tatoos and a liking for shiny stuff they keep next to the cash register....like Pokemon stuff....ok, maybe not exactly what you'd expect. A well seasoned soldier of the open road and the inner city. The journey out to Denvah had it's share of strangeness and adventure, here's an email he sent out over the wire as soon as he, Ru and Tat2 Chris set up basecamp at Dr. Jason's joint:

"Well, we made it to Denver. I am compiling this e-mail at Dr. J's kitchen counter sipping my java so civilized. Rueben's stator was on it's way out, but disintegrated with a mighty wallop as we cruised through downtoown Denver. Thank ganesh that Jason had a truck! I still haven't found a battery and we think my regulator/rectifier is a crispy lump of CACA. Aaah, now for some R&R, and some pretty mountain girls who are lonely for some grubby biker lovin',Boston style! my ass is killing me and Tattoo is still a whiny beehatch with a very comfy seat. Some things never change. Yesterday, in Kansas we stopped at prairie dog land,(aka derelict roadside zoo)and saw one of the worlds best kept secrets...a cow with 2 extra legs hanging on either side of its tail!how does it poop you ask? It has 2! browneyes one on either hip! The beauty and grandeur of all the Lords creations is very humbling...oh yeah, they also had jackelopes, I stared into the creepy jakelope eye and don't think I'll ever be the same.The horror of it! so long for this chapter,loungin mile-high style,(hey if we get to grinding hoo-hoos do we get our mile-high club decoder rings)love and double cow asses from the road. Cmdr. Buck Fitty, 893 and beyond. and Rue too"

Here we see a top secret technitians computer recreation of the doubleassed cow. A terrifeying sight indeed! A true show of the fearlessness of the Commander Buck Fitty is that he was able to witness such an abhorrent beast as shake it off like it was just another roadside attraction.

We had lots of late night madness romping through the city and terrorizing all. We raided Paris cafe, crashed Netherworld and even had a grand round table dinner of BBQ'd double-assed cow flanx. There was hooliganism in da ghetto at Crazy Rob's crib, mad wrenching in Dr. J's garage and late nights of too much coffee and not enough sleep. We also found out that Buck and Ru are movie stars in the cult biker/fetish sex/ ultraviolent flick Black and Chrome. You can get more info on it and even your very own VHS of it here: http://www.blackandchrome.net/

Buck himself is no stranger to the world of mad bikeyness. He's seen more than his fair share of road, dames and motorbikes. If you get a chance to meet up wif him for a coffee, or go on a mad romp through some roads, don't pass up the opportunity. You will be in the presence of an energetic mix of dichotomous traits: wisdom, immaturity, ego, humility, mischief, belligerence, a propensity for pranks, a sense of responsibility (or fear of abject poverty) that drives him back to work, independence, loyalty, grounded wanderlust, vast vocab and Boston slang. Each ingredient in just the right portions. Wanna here a story? Sit back, pop the top off yer beer, and prepare to be entertained. Buck spins tales that draw you in and then spit you out while you grip your sides in incontinence causing laughter. In a world of bullshit, it's a rare opportunity to meet someone who is the real deal. Commander Buck Fitty, we salute you!

Name: Buck's Gixxer Year: 199? Make: Suzuki Model: GSXR

Fuel System and Pipe: stage three jet kit, Yoshimura 4>1 super sport exhaust Stuff that makes it go like the blazes simply b'cause its there: That would be da pilot eh? Straight up funky cosmetic stuffe': Groovy smoke tint Carbon fiber turn signals, extra comfort foam duct'd to the seat, rear seat cowl, lotsa real cool stickers. Rear mud fender yanked. My apologies for the anemic bike description, Buck is a tough fella to pin down. I'll update the stats as soon as I can get ahold of him;-) It was a hell of a trip for the three brave Brothas of the 893, filled wif more strangness than a Lynch movie. I'm slappin together a road journal of all thier emails and photos from the journey as you read this, hopefully it'll be up by the next issue.