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Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
This was the overview of the Biltwell Brodown at the V-Twin Expo. Absolutely insane. The place was literally packed out. Lowbrow and Biltwell did a great job with that party.
This was our spot at the Barber Vintage Festival. It's the one thing that happens in our home town, so we go nuts. Yeah, thats moonshine being passed around. That shit makes you forget life. This year's event happens in one week. I can't wait.
Ohhhh fuck. We live in Alabama........which is badass, and it also means that there are quite a few critter ass bike rallies. This is from one in particular called Faunsdale. Joe and I went down there as the Boozefighters' guests. Joe later got on that pole with the chicks and they weren't too stoked.
The first Big Mountain Run. What a cool event. Burnouts on the mini ramp.
The Just Friends Mardi Gras dance. It was a dope ass time. Madd people there.
One of the Smokeouts. Little Matt met us on the way there and all he brought was a sleeping bag, flip flops, and a pistol. Here he is putting that sleeping bag to use. I still shutter thinking about waking up that morning being hungover, it's barely raining, and we have a 10 hour ride home.
Smokeout again. Duane found someone with boobs and a mustache. Picture taken.
Little Matt doing what he does. Fuck that scooter. Everyone gets hurt on it.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
I have been thinking that it would be cool to make some posts like this. Some of my favorite photos from the past few years of different shit that we have done and places we have been. Hopefully you guys will get your daily entertainment out of them.
Running out of gas on the Blue Ridge Parkway. I was tail gunning and fell behind the pack eventually running out of gas. I sat by myself hopeless for about 30 minutes until Brandon and Chauncey turned around. We had to take Brandon's tank off of his bike to fill mine up.
Chauncey doesn't do shit wrong, yet it's so much fun to pick on him.
This was in a small Tennessee town where our friend Roland lives. Yeah, I had a DNA springer. I, like a lot of other people I'm sure, convinced myself that they didn't look like shit and they were made well. No..... they do look like shit and they are made in a factory by Chinese toddlers. I think I got rid of it right after this trip. Brandon is laughing at me in the picture.
Our friend Chaz. He got this realistic effect done at his neighborhood Kmart.
Damn, this was a while ago. For some of us, this was our first trip to Wheels Through Time. We went through hell to get there, dealing with fucked weather the leg of the trip. I'm glad we did though because we made really good friends with Dale, Matt, and John and have been back countless times since then.
I think this was taking the long way to the first Big Mountain Run. Chauncey in the clouds on top of the mountains in NC.
Brandon's solo super trip. He left Birmingham and eventually ended up in Vancouver. On his way back, he stopped by the abandoned Bonneville salt flats and ran it by himself.
Monday, September 27, 2010
So I was headed to work the other day and I see this parked at a gas station.......
.........Brandon's bike. Mother fucker, this asshole came back into town and didn't tell anyone he was here yet. Immediately I was stoked. Its fucking on again. Oh yeah, then I remember he sold his bike right before he left to Japan. At least it's still getting ridden.
As some of you know, the Barber Vintage Festival is coming up and we tend to get pretty rowdy. This year we have three vendor spots, so it could easily get out of hand. That's why I decided it would be smart if we hired a few guys to keep an eye on shit. Here they is.
There's 4 of them.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I'm going to keep posting this until it gets burnt into everyones minds and you fuckers are real annoyed. The details: Some of us don't have bikes do to old ladies running them over, but those of us with bikes are leaving on Thursday the 14th. The run starts at 10am in Hickory, NC on the 15th, so we need time to ride up there. We will take the badass route up highway 11 to Chattanooga then head into NC alongside the Ocoee river, which is one of the prettiest roads ever. You should have already planned for this, but if you haven't you still have plenty of time. You have had like 5 months notice. No excuses.
I love this guy. He builds this bitchin' XS choppy then wrecks the fuck out of it after this photo is taken. I mean he destroyed a few cars and put that front wheel where his tool bag is. Time to build a new one. I need to go to Chicago for a few days.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
You know what sucks...not having a motorcycle. Since I got hit by that 80 year old woman and she totaled my scoot, I've been bikeless. AND IT FUCKING BLOWS!!! Everyday is now an exercise in holding back the rage/frustration I feel every time I see a dude on a bike because I want to be choppin' again so fucking bad. I promised my wife and myself I wouldn't go borrow money to buy a new one until all the insurance claims (or whatever legal action we're taking) was done with. To make things worse, dealing with the insurance companies is about as fun as getting your dick cut off. Just when I think I've made some progress and I'm a little bit closer to getting back to splitting lanes, I find out I have to fill out another form and wait another couple weeks to get it processed. This shit is soooo fucking frustrating. I don't mean to whine. I know things could always be worse. I could have easily been paralyzed, or had my face scrapped off by the concrete or even killed. I am very very grateful for how things happened (in the grand scheme of things). At the same time I get depressed/mad/enraged because I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING FUCKING WRONG. All I did was go to the store. Anyway...I just needed to vent a little bit. So with all that said, check out this picture of a rad as fuck '69 shovel that I lovingly stole from the dudes at the vice grips blog. This is what I will use as the template for my next scoot. It screams "Fuck you old-lady-that-shouldn't-be-driving-because-when-you-were-born-the-model-T-was-still-around-and-you-have-to-use-a-pillow-to-see-over-the-dash-of-your-car-because-the-cold-hand-of-death-is-pulling-at-your-spine-trying-to-drag-you-into-your-grave-causing-you-to-smell-like-used-depends-and-rose-scented-perfume-mixed-with-moth-balls"...at least that's what it says to me. Maybe I read that a little wrong, but it's still one of my favorite scoots.
One of the best things about traveling through this country is the random shit you see on the side of the road. Nasty Nick and Bowles are currently out on the road and they sent me a picture of this. It's a huge choppy. Looks like it was either built for Shaq or Bare Knuckle Paul. It's got everything including a skull in place of the headlight. Don't forget about the paint though, it's bad as shit. And when I say bad, I do mean badass. It's got a dude's face in it. Mad talent yo.