Smokey Mountain Chopper Fest. May 31st.

Way stoked on this. It's right around the corner. Button your bike up and get it running. If you've never been to this area, it's got some of the best riding in the country. It should be the perfect event..... See you there.

Dojo Hangs.

Here are some photos from a while back. Sometimes I wonder what we would do without this place. 

Moto Monday Tonight! Weeknight Warriors!

See you there!

Right Near Da Beach.

So we've decided to go and explore the Gulf of Mexico. Beach critters. Get loose and don't do shit for a few days. Tune out and find that Jimmy Buffet-ish margarita tiki bar. Figure out a way to make a jet ski or sail boat. Try not to go to jail. Get a pooka shell necklace and henna tattoo. There will be no blog-o-rama attention for a few days, so here's some photos that Devin shot of a BBQ at the Dojo.

Beach Bods.

Boozer and his chick took an island vacation.

High Five Fest 2.

So, they are putting this on again this year. If you are a Birmingham local and don't go, well you suck. Last year was fun. We got to park our bikes on the sidewalk and get wasted. Let's do it again, but better. August 10th.

Right Near Da Beach.

We're going to the beach soon. I'm stoked. I'm going to hit up all the Jimmy Buffet bars.

Christmas Randoms.

Here are some photos from the days surrounding the great Christmas. We had a holiday festival at the Dojo, I spent a day with Danny's crazy ass, and Brandon came home for a visit from Japan. By the time you read this, Robby will be here too and it will be a nice little reunion.

Anti Hero.

I swiped this clip from the Heavy blog. I reminds me of why I love skateboarding and wish that I did it more. Anti Hero has always been one of those teams that get you stoked and give zero fucks.

Too Good.

If you want to make your bike a little more tough, run an extended springer. It works every time.

Bars Needed.

I'm in need of some Biltwell Aces bars. Let me know if you can help. Thanks players. NickResty@Gmail.com

Much Needed Camping.

If this fucking hurricane holds out. It's been a while since we have all got together and just rode our bikes to the woods and camped with no particular plan. Wherever we see fit, we camp. If we find a sketchy roadside bar, hang out. If we catch a fish, eat it. See some water, swim. The only organized part of the trip will be to meet at the Dojo on Saturday. And maybe head north first. And maybe bring whiskey. Here are some photos of the regions where we will be.

This will be mega awesome.

Parking lot full of choppers. And it's conveniently a couple of blocks from the Dojo, so beers continued there afterward?

Ramble Tamble: The Journey.

Once again, thanks to our hosts the Snodgrass brothers for a great party. Thanks Brad, for being our Louisville tour guide. It was amazing seeing almost all of our midwestern friends. I didn't take a whole lot of party photos, or riding photos, or swimming hole photos, or skatepark photos, or Black Sabbath photos because I was busy partaking in the fun. Here's what I got. Enjoy.

This is a dessert called a 'Butter Roll' that they serve at an amazing buffet in smalltown Tennessee. Those that know, know what's up.

This is a stunt.

Kentucky has no helmet law. This is crazy to us because almost every one of our surrounding states requires them.

Gummo.

A stripped ratchet gear on a kick only, high compression Ironhead is no bueno.

Mother fuckin' Ivan.

Mother fuckin' Eugene.

Cody's Panhead rules and I showed Dustin a cool trick you can do with spit and an upswept exhaust.

All tuff guys. Jerimiah is wearing eye shadow.

This was the last photo I took before the camera went away and the party started. Sorry.

This is how Meeks was found the next morning. He doesn't remember anything.

Due to what I think may be a fried coil, I was able to limp my bike until our day was official done.