jack and me at west coast choppers, west anaheim street, long beach, california, we stopped over one night in long beach on the long drive from nevada to santa clarita, california, we checked on the sat-nav where wcc was and discovered it was only four blocks away, when we pulled up outside i had a feeling of apprehension, you know, sometimes when you go somewhere you just hope that you are not dissapointed, i thought we might get some 'attitude' off them but nothing could be further than the truth, they were very friendly and let us wander around taking photo's and looking at the bikes, cars and kool shit in there, we were having our photo taken outside the big gates and there was a guy mending the gate behind us, i told him to 'get his ugly face outta my photo' and he just laughed and we had the crack, suddenly, a dog started barking behind the gate and jack asked if it was cisco, jesse jame's pibull, the guy said cisco had died but introduced us to his new dog, mr.t, no attitudes, just real people, even if you don't like his bikes he has stuck to his guns and kept with the spirit of chopper's not like the wankers who have jumped on the bandwagon.
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