Ram Jam, BBQ, Choppies.

Boozer tossed the idea out there, and it sounds like a good time. Saturday at his ramp, cooking some deers I think, and chopperizing the fuck out of it.

Build it, bro.

Dreaming Of Jamming.

Ok, next time there is a chance of a rideable Saturday, we are riding to Twix N Tween over in the Black Belt of Alabama to eat lunch. I need a decent ride. If you don't go, you missed out.

Chappers.

Shitty African Taxidermy?

At least that's what I'm guessing judged on these species. That, or it could be that I'm listening to that Todo song about it raining in Africa. That monkey is the shit though.

George Thorogood's New Drummer?

Nah, I'm just joking. He's actually the studio drummer for the Full Throttle Saloon. When the Sturgis time of the year comes around, he slays bar fly pussy thanks to them badass dudes that run the FTS on that t.v. show. True biker spirit those guys.

Pimp.

Bowles Flies A Minivan.

Or at least a scooter that looks like a 90's minivan.

Bad 2 Da Bone.

I have no comment.

Summer Time Dreamin'

Getting busy doing a whole lot of nothing.

4 Minus 1

Is a shocker.

Ricky Lewis: Bad ass.

Here's a photo of Rick from Rick's Cycle Parts when he was 22. Rick is one of the best motor dudes around and has a collection of awesome shit. He is one of those chopper guys that you stop and listen to because he has done it before you. Thanks for helping us out over the years man!

Bama Swap And Drag.

American Heroes.

We're a rescue team. Not assassins. 

There's something out there waiting for us, and it ain't no man.

Bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here. This stuff will make you a god damned sexual Tyrannosaurus, just like me. 

Anytime... 

So you cooked up a story and dropped the six of us in a meatgrinder? 

What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils?

If it bleeds, we can kill it. 

The special forces team from Predator.

Selfie.

You know when chicks post pictures of themselves on Instagram and/or Facebook usually taken in front of the mirror in the bathroom, usually head cocked to one side or other nonchalant position, usually scantily dressed, usually with a remark along the lines of "feeling ugly today" or "I love my heart stitched jammies", usually fishing for positive reassuring comments from their girlfriends and creepster/ secret admirer dude followers, usually to help boost their own poor self confidence? I found out that type of photo is called a "selfie". Dudes post them too. Those dudes are usually gays. This photo is kind of like that. 

Taken by Brandon Smith, Flyinshoes.

Fuck Winter.

Riding a motorcycle definitely makes you appreciate summer more. When I skated every day, I really didn't care or think about it as much. A lack of riding every day and sporatic overnight rides to the woods takes a mental toll on you. I know people have it worse, but fuck. I'm a pussy when it comes to the cold.

Samsquich.

Bad As Fuck.

Danny Lyon's photos. For those of you who live on the Moon, Danny Lyon is known in the motorcycle world for the photography that he took, much of which was with the Outlaws. There are two amazing picture books filled with his photos: The Bikeriders and Portraits of American Bikers. If you don't own them or haven't seen them, do yourself a favor. I sit and stare for hours at these photo sets and always notice new details, whether it be some wacky badass riser setup or snakeskin sewn onto a vest. The panhead crossing the bridge is one of the tuffest, raddest photos of all time in my opinion. Laci actually found some gallery in New York that had an original print for sale that she was going to buy for me when we got married. I think the price tag was in the range of a real panhead.

Apocalypse Run.

If you are anywhere near the direction north, you should do this run.

Hells Yeah.

Center patch is a few trash cans. That shit is tight.

One Bad Mother....

I stole this photo from Zen Of Neato. Tuff as fuck. These guys make modern humans look like pussies.

He Be Legend.

I actually got the idea for this post from a comment Dustin left on a previous post. He asked who "the ginger dude" was in one of the photos. Well that beautiful ginger is the Notorious Nasty Nick. Arguably a distant relative of the great Peter Fonda, Nasty Nick is a force to be reckoned with. He got his Haints shirt shortly after Me, Duane, and Chauncey got ours. He rode a bike around for a while with Road Wizard scribed on the fender. The originator of the word "choppy". He first used the term while we were sitting around a campfire at the 2nd BMR, discussing future Harley models with our new friend at the time, Warren Jr. He hates social media. Actually, he started a Live Journal years ago so that he could act gay and get a rise out of people. Avid bow hunter and fisherman for all you Nugent fans. The first time I ever went to his house, I knew I was in the right place when I saw a white donkey with a blue smiley face spray painted on its side. The donkeys were there so he didn't have to cut his grass. He would probably die for his friends. He beats the shit out of people. I've seen him get maced more times than any human should. He can make anyone laugh and gives zero fucks about what anyone else thinks about him. Total ruler.

Ooh Bay Bay!

Black Bike Week. Daytona Beach. 

Classics.

I was taking a walk on Memory Lane, looking at some of the early stuff from this blog. There were so many fun photos that I decided to start doing regular posts of times during the glory days of the Blogosphere. Man, we documented a ton of shit back then. I think these photos are from 2008/2009.