Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
There's really no way to describe the party that will do it justice. 5 kegs, a never ending Misfits set, tons of people, choppers......... it just comes down to if you weren't there, then you should have been. I didn't take a lot of photos, but here are the ones that I was able to. Catch the rest on Instagram.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Once again, the ever-so-famous Bill Ray photographs taken of the Berdoo Angels in 1965 for LIFE magazine that never made the cut. I don't know about the rest of you, but these never and will never get old to me. I get chills every time that I go back and stare at them. It's the fucking epitome of what modern day chopper dudes emulate. Myself included. Take bikes for example, I try to put bikes together with a general goal of accomplishing a look from this era. I personally think that I do a pretty good job at it until I see these photos and notice the little raw details and parts that were put there because of cool factor and somewhat badass functionality, which end up making most other shit look like the chopper version of Payless Airwalks. To sum it up, the bikes piss style. Bikes aside, these photos do such a good job of capturing the true spirit of being there. When I look at them I can hear the ticking of the pushrods and the motor-over-exhaust sound that is common with Harleys of this era. I can feel that early morning chill that is felt while riding at 6am, wearing a hoodie and long sleeve under your jacket and vest. The light shining off of the tanks and nicely worn Bates seats. The shot of excited adrenaline that you get from the first sip of cold beer at the destination after a full day of riding. These mother fuckers ruled it and so did the photos.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
I love this photo. It was taken at BMR 2 and the situation was that me and Jerimiah were riding around two up bro-style on Bowles's XS. There's never a reason, but Bowles started trying to body spear us as we would pass by. This is one where he connected. That bike fell over so many times that weekend. Man, I really miss Bowles having a get on and go bike. I also miss my man Jerimiah. I'll get to see him at the Bravetown party though. Last but not least, I miss the fuck out of the Big Mountain Run being at this location.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Crazy, hectic, stressful, party, friends, cops, wheelies......... Super fun. I wish I could have participated in more shit that was going on, but doing the whole swap meet thing really took a toll on me and Duane. After the second night after the swap meet the cops made it known that our presence was not welcome, so we took the party to the Dojo. That got way rad. Warren was there on a business trip to kick asses on the race track, so I didn't get to hang with him and Stacy as much as I would have liked. The Show Class homies set up shop with us and we ruled the swap meet. Milwaukee and Minnesota and Michigan raged as always. Wheels Through Time........ Thanks to everyone that came to town and trashed the shop, I mean partied with us. See most of you in December.
Swamp boss. Barely damaged from the infamous wheelie.
Panhead city needed some help with wheelies, so we helped.
We may have just invented this trick. Backflips to crash landing.
This is the first bike that I rode with a foot clutch years ago. Bad as fuck.
That's a chrome construction helmet.
The general public avoided us for the most part.
The Dojo isn't the biggest place ever, but we still make chop.
Blackout mode. And John the painter pre shave via aerosol and a lighter.
The still shot of the best wheelie ever done on a chopper.
Seriously, thanks to everyone that came to our home town and helped us have another one of those times that will go down in history.