Daytona Debauchery Pt. 2

All of these photos are pretty much from our full day at the Willies show. For those of you that don't know, this show is really the only one worth attending if you are into traditional choppers and such. So much cool shit shows up for this one. We rode to the show in the rain and left drunk.

The Weed Steed made its first appearance.

Vibes magazine. Get it.

Nice saddle cowboy.

Breakfast of champions. Thanks Pat.

Chauncey looks like Bernie from that famous weekend.

Kendall finally got his pre unit running right before the show and rode it there.

Jeff and Matty. Street team.

Jerimiah's mistress.

And her fabulous friend, her pubes, and the electric eye.

Hell-mut.

Samcro was hired for security.

There is always so many people there. The back of the building was also filled up and people were pouring out into the street.

Kendall's black ass won best british. He definitely earned that one.

Ryan got an award for his rad 48 Panhead.

Spenser got best Shovelhead with his new jammer.

Nobody takes my picture, but I got best of show, bitch. Anyways, I showed up to my bike and this methed out critter was hanging out on it.

I tried to take a picture with her and she tried to eat me. Zombie critters.

Magoo shot my bike later on and DS Jay was my model. Jaytona.

Party pictures tomorrow.

Daytona Debauchery Pt. 1

I am going to have to do this in a few different installments. I have so many photos of critter shit, cool bikes, gay bikes, dance parties, slop-a-billys, and things that "didn't happen" that I need to divide the photos up into a few days a set. So, here's the first set.

What do we do when we first get to Daytona? Cruise Main St. of course and try to get some awesome shit caught on camera.

Battle Bike.

One thing that really caught my eye was this amazing artist. Really nice work........bro.

I have never seen a hooka bar. I thought that shit was a myth. I was stoked.

Who passes out in a strip club? Come on dawg, you're V.I.P. now.

This is where we hung out during the day.

Trash0saurus Rex.

Roadside and Jody. Thanks for coming through on the parts buddy!

Awesome Panhead.

Just awesome. Battle bars.

Ryan's Panhead.

Matt's Knucklehead.

Justin's Knucklehead. It has a chrome head.

Shorts, fuck yeah.

The A-Team showed up a few nights later. Jerimiah, Cody, Crazy Frank, and Warren Jr. With our forces combined, we were unstoppable.

We hit up the Atlantic ocean to see if we could see the island on with Kendall came from, but instead we saw this fella beaching it up. He got his truck stuck too.

The Freeway party had free booze and free food. Of course we were going.

Right near da beach.

Giant swazis in the sand as tourists were walking by gawking at us.

One of the best parts about the trip was that we really got to do some riding. And riding with your friends that you don't get to ride with that often makes it even better. Warren getting it.

The weather really was perfect.

We ended the day with riding out to a swap meet. This dude had a pile of old stuff and had a cool shirt that showed off some amazing tattoos.

Coming home.

Daytona ruled. Reuniting with your favorite people is always a perfect time. Not to sound arrogant, but nobody can have a good time like our giant circle of friends can. We literally got kicked out of every single bar on Main Street. Got to ride a lot too. We actually did a bunch of cool motorcycle stuff. I will post some critter photos tomorrow when I get home and shit gets back to normal.

Rad scoots

Here are a bunch of scoots that I think are rad. Can you find a theme? I stole these from all over the internet so I have no idea who to give credit to. So if your bike is here or you posted the picture, good job. That shit is tight.

Fuck Daytona

So while the other dudes are fucking throwing down in Daytona, a few of us are left here working and sitting through shitty weather. Anyway, Iput up a picture of my new scoot. Our buddy Aaron moved to California and couldn't take his bike with him, so I jumped on it. I've still got a long way to go with it but at least it will get me back to choppin' while my case settles. Since I'm the most mechanically retarded Haint, I'll have to wait till the other dudes get back to really get started. Anyway...enough of my rantings. Enjoy.

Daytoner

White Trashsquatch.

Here's a few photos of my new shovel build all done up with the new paint from our buddy Shane. Out of control painter, and all around good dude. I had a vision for this jammer in my head a few months ago and ended up nailing it 100% with the help of some good friends and a little patience. I could'nt be happier, and im looking forward to many more miles with it, and an endless summer of fun!

Dice Party Lodging.

This list of hotels and motels is coming off of the top of my head, so there could be places that I'm forgetting.

The Sheraton: 2101 Richard Arrington Blvd North.

10 blocks or so from the party, but I'm sure it's not too cheap. Swank ass shit.

Hyatt Place: 2024 4th Ave South

About 4 blocks from the party. Once again, not super cheap, but super close.

Medical Center Inn: 800 11th Street South

This is probably your best bet if you want to stay inner city. Still close to the party and pretty affordable.

There are also some critter ass sketch motels close by, but that's some stay at your own risk type shit. There are also the usual hotel chains once you get into the suburbs a little bit. The zip code is 35205 if you wanted to search surrounding areas. Also, for those of you wanting to camp. There is a state park 20 miles south of where the party will be held. It's actually very close to where the bike show will be happening at, but it's quite a distance if you plan on getting boozed up at the party.

Work Out.

Get in shape.

Sluts.

They've been hanging around the wrong crowd. Fuck you Danny Tanner.

Shakira.

coming to your local theater

Cheenis.

Cheeto penis.

Since Spenser won't show it off...........

........ I will. Shane recently painted Spenser's tank on his new bike and this is just the bottom of it. Tropical shit. I will let him show off the rest of it.

Wishing we were done.

Jerimiah had this photo of us somewhere in Arizona I think. Rick and Lee are parallel to us out of the frame trying to catch some Z's too. Super Trip. We went to the Grand Canyon that day, so we had to blast through the night to make some good miles that day. I believe we ended up in Laughlin, NV eventually that night, but that's a whole different story. Truck stop in the desert, late as fuck, Warren has zero brakes and almost swiped a truck, we are all zombies from the road.......... That's the shit that you remember.

Weed Bars.

I know Duane wants his bike to be top secret until next week and I'm trying real hard to do that, but it's so rad that I have to share just one photo. The perfect bars for this bike. We originally were going to use some six bends, but they just didn't look right without hacking them up. And they were stainless six bends. I think these worked out great though. Sorry Duane. That's all I am going to show the public.

P.S.............check out the top clamp.

Main Street's Finest

See you beauties in Daytona. Check the melting portrait on the second to last boob.