step one- the frame

Frank Kaelin, Jay Wright and Craig helping get thinks started

                                        Building my million mile bike has begun. It started with a stock frame and from there, it really took a twisted turn- literally. With the help of Ron Finch, and a whole lot of friends, we got a great start on what is going to be my new ride- One that I plan on riding over the million mile mark for lifetime miles. The best part though is when I ride across that mark, I will be styling and profiling. I can't thank all my friends enough for all the help they are giving me.  Check it out for yourself and tell me what you think.....

                                             Watch the video of the twisted frame taking life

      Even though this is so for over the edge, I think this is just the beginning. I have to thank Ron Finch and his wife Ruth for coming to my aide and getting this project rolling- Stay tuned for more!

                                                                               

                           

Books for the Troops

    While I was taking online orders for my books, A friend of mine, Mark Willhite, ordered  and paid for two books. One  was for himself. The other book , he requested, was to be given to any random military troop serving overseas of my choosing. This moved me as very generous and but now I had the task of making sure the right person got this book and didn't want to leave anyone out. I decided that even better would be to get my books to all the libraries ( and they even have Temporary ones and book exchange programs) overseas as well as stateside.

When I was in the Marines, 1981-1984, I read several books like Jack Kerouac's "On the Road" and similar books on the freedoms and life I had left behind and fantasied about what I would do when I got out.  I believe many of our troops today could benefit from my book, even if just for one minute of the day, remember what is waiting for them back home.
    So this is what  inspired a program which I am calling Books for Troops. When I talked to my publisher, Timothy Remus, he agreed that this was a great idea and has agreed to sell these books at cost and offered the first case of 30 books free to get the wheels turning. Later when I talked to my friend and big supporter of veterans, Rod Woodruff, owner of the Buffalo Chip in Sturgis, he also wanted on board and matched the donation with a case of books. David Uhl, the painter of my cover of my book with his artwork entitled "Iron Horse Heist" wanted to help out too so he has pledged a case of books.
    This is well on its way now but we still have to raise some more to get these books not only into the libraries of military bases, but also to hospitals and rehab centers for the troops. Making sure that no troop is left out, anyone that does not have access to one of my books can email me at everythingbeanre@Gmail.com and, with a military address, get placed on a waiting list, with a first come, first serve basis.
 I have a web page here to find out more, read about the progress and make a donation of ANY increment.
Books for Troops

Thanks for all your support!

Home for the Holidays

   Traveling on the road full time means missing a lot of holidays with my family. It has been 3 years since I was home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. This year I planned my winter not in Hawaii or Southern California but right here in the blurgrass state, Kentucky. That is where I was raised and all my kenfolk live. 

   Back with my family has been wonderful. I do miss them and it is a sacrifice that I have to make but they enjoy reading about me on the internet and keep up with me better then if I was in town sometimes.

    The ultimate gift I got though on Thanksgiving day was my mother who is 75 years old went for a ride on the back of my motorcycle. I have never been able to get her to go with me before. I think my book may have inspired her a little to live a little and take some chances. She was scared but she took a chance and now she loves it and is looking forward to another on very soon!

Eight-year-olds, Dude.

                               

Bean're Claus is here with a Scratch & Dent Sale

Scratch & Dent is my game, man!

Each year at this time, David offers the framed pieces from the gallery and shows throughout the year at tremendous prices.  The prints are in perfect condition, but some of the frames have a few scratches and dings.  For more information, please contact Greg Rhodes at 303-913-4840 or email him at greg@uhlstudios.com.  Happy Trails. Happy Holidays.

Phone's ringin', Dude.

                                                              

                                                                y Holidays!!!

Did you get your sticker?   Everywhere I go, I am handing the out and I sure go a lot of places but just in case you can't wait, all you have to do is send me a self addressed stamped envelope to;
Kevin Bean're
PO BOX 17067
Louisville, Ky
40217
It really is JUST that easy! and did I mention the best part- FREE!

No, look. I do mind. The Dude minds. This will not stand, ya know, this aggression will not stand, man.

Last will and testiment

There has been a lot of deaths lately in my life. It seems that every time I turn around I am going to another funeral. The latest was a friend of mine that I grew up with and knew for 35 years. I was at is house with his parents and 2 other brothers more then I was at mine. He developed cancer about a year ago and after aggressive treatment and surgery he was given months to live. I was able to get up and see him. We talked about old times and hung out with some other old friends. We also made some plans that we both knew would never happen because time was running out. Well just the other day, that end came. Because we had the time together and the fact the he was in alot of pain and his quality of life had deteriorated so much, I was almost relieved for him.
When I got to the funeral it was like a reunion for friends that I hadn't seen in 20 or more years. It was good to reminisce over the good times and even some of the bad times. for 2 days this went on then came the service and the burial. Well the service was very religious. My friend was a good person and a good provider for his family and friends but he was never much for organized religion. The Music they played was hideous funeral music that was so generic, the funeral home probably plays the same tape at every funeral. The preacher did a sermon in which he said that death is a payment for our sins. We all sin so we all die. I think we all die because we are all born. That's how life works.
I don't want that kind of going away so I thought I should list my last will and testament just in case life for me ends and I travel down a new highway that many of our friends and family are on now.
First of all I don't want an organized religious funeral. I want a priest and a Rabbi and a Hara Krishna sitting in the front row with a Monk, a Buddhist and a shaman. There will be no sermon but I want everyone to tell stories about my life. I want everyone to share the good and the bad. I think we could have a few laughs. I also want music playing during my viewing. Good music. Audioslave and Zeppelin. Jackyl and Grateful Dead. I want everyone to bring a CD with the song that reminds them of my life and give it to the DJ just like a stripper before her set. Yea I want a DJ too.
I want lots of pictures of me with friends. I have always been a photo whore so lets all bring pictures. This should help inspire some stories to tell also.
I want my bike there and everyone to take parts from it so everyone has a part to run on their bike and keep my memory in the wind. If you aren't at the funeral, you don't get a part. This should make for a good turnout since everyone will be there and fighting over my Baker 6 speed. I got some other cool parts too so enjoy.
I don't want people to dress up in black suits and dresses. I always wear my Hot pink tie at funerals now. That's not as disrespect for the passed but as disrespect for death itself. F*ck death! I am sure when I go I won't like death anymore. Everyone knows purple is my favorite color. Lets go with purple and pink as the color of the day. The funkier the better. Everyone MUST wear big funky sunglasses too, even funkier then I wear!

I want people to have a good time. I want to inspire people to go out and live. I have truly lived my life and This is a good day to make the commitment to "live" not just exist. Go out and do something you have always wanted to do in my honor. That would make me happy.
I am not through living yet but we never know what tomorrow brings so just in case something may happen to end my journey know that I will be waiting on the other side with our other friends and family.

Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors, and bowling, and as a surfer explored the beaches of southern California from Redondo to Calabassos. And he was an avid bowler. And a good friend. He died as so many of his generation, before his time. In your wisdom you took him, Lord. As you took so many bright flowering young men, at Khe San and Lan Doc and Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And Donny too. Donny who loved bowling.

                                                                    

seems like only yesterday!

I got my first Harley in 1989. I owned many other bikes but never a Harley. The high cost of low living kept me from affording a Harley. When I stopped drinking and drugging, I could afford one. This was me in the late 80's. It started as a 1980 FXWG- I bought it from an ex- meth head. He had totally destroyed it. I paid 2500 and rebuild everything. I ended up putting 2500 just into the motor.I was constantly working on that bike. It was always something. This picture is what I looked like everywhere I went. One year Myrtle Beach I had the transmission out 3 different times, but I still made it on the cover of the Sunday's paper, pulling a weighted sled at the local rodeo.

Now this bike goes back to the mid 80's. I had just gotten out of the Marines. I was a Kawasaki W1- 650. Everyone thought it was a BSA pre unit. It was an exact copy Kawasaki made. I sold the bike when I bought a triumph ( that didn't run) to a friend. Now this is where the story gets interesting.

As the legend would have it, I borrowed the Kawasaki from the guy I sold it to and rode it down to a weekend party with the KBA ( Kentucky Biker Association). I entered it in the dirt drags and ran the heck out of it all weekend. Sunday morning i rode in the rear of the pack with a bunch of Harleys on the way home and we were running about 100 miles an hour in the hot summer sun. The bike just wouldn't take anymore and broke blew the motor. Everyone kept going and no one ever came back. I pushed the bike in a ditch on the side of the highway and covered it with weeds and brush. I hitch hiked home. A week later i rode down with a truck to get it. A highway crew's bush hog had hit it and they were trying to sue me to get the money for their damaged equipment.

Now that is how the legend went. I can neither deny or confirm the exact facts but I can say one should always be careful who they lend a motorcycle to!