Motorcycle Thangs.

Here are a few obscure and chopperish things from WTT.

Do what? All of the chicks would be throwing themselves at you if you built a choppy out of this guy. Dig it.

Fat Roberts.

Chop City, U.S.A.

Capitan Elmerica......... fuck yeah.

Finch?

Helluva view.

Hell On Wheels Through Time.

This weekend was great. We have been to the Wheels Through Time museum numerous times, but this was the best trip yet. Myself, Brandon, and Meeks Mon went on the trek to the Smokies in search of weed induced motorcycle knowledge. Brandon and I took tons of photos, that's why Meeks is in most of them. Thanks to Matt and John for putting us up and your hospitality as usual. I'll post bikes later, here's a small overview of everything else.

Number 1 in every sense. Matt asked us to help him lift this here original paint, first production board track racer up on the shelf. Yeah, the engine number is number 1.

Matt also build himself a new workshop. This place is like a dream come true. We put on some Leadbelly, drank some beers, and stepped into the late 1920's or early 1930's.

Style Kickin' son.

You can always count on this asshole.

Over the top.

Vintage tits.

Follow this shit!

Here's some photos that Benji took of your boys at the first ever Bama Swap and Drag. Michael and Rick Lewis now have a blog set up to keep you guys updated on all of the info needed for the Bama Swap and Drag 2. Get informed and keep real swap meets alive!

Fucking Gingers.

I have a lot of red headed friends. This dude reminds me of all of them.

Bad 2 Da Bone.

I really want a set of these. Good job T-Bone!

Photo Mon.

I don't have an eye for photography. I take a lot of pictures, but rarely are any of any sort of quality. Brandon, on the other hand is the exact opposite. I was browsing his blog the other day and it reminded me of his mad photo-capable skillz.

The 2nd Bama Swap and Drag!

Here's the official flyer. Take it and spread the word. Me and the rest of the dudes went to the 1st one and it definitely did not disappoint. The amount of vendors was impressive especially for the first time the swap meet was ever held, and the parts quality was there with it. I can only imagine that the 2nd one is going to be bigger and better. Hopefully I can unload some more of my parts stash at this one too.

Period Correct.

Even though I'm not the biggest fan of the Devil's Lettuce, my friends that are really crack me up.

Straight Edge.

I'm a person just like you

But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don't even think about speed
That's something I just don't need..........I've got the straight edge

Wait, this is that different type of Straight Edge, not the Minor Threat type.

Dojo Party.

Footage from the party at the shop this weekend.

Senior Portrait.

This is how amazing metal bands get started or how innocent people get hurt. It's a toss up.

Shovelhead For Sale $$$$

In the market for a shovelhead that you can just get on and go? Well our good friend Butcher is selling his super pristine machine. This is the cleanest stock shovelhead that I have seen. I believe that it is a 1975. Butcher takes very special care of this bike and it is garage kept. Did I mention that price is very good too? Email me for more details. NickResty@Gmail.com

More Party Pictures.

From Brandon, the man with the Flyin' Shoes.

The Birthday of Nick Brunson.

My friends are better than yours. Haha, not purposely being a dick, but they are. We just know how to have more fun than anyone else. Also not trying to come off too cocky, but ask anyone that knows us. We just know how to have fun. Period. It all comes from where we are from and how we grew up, whether it be from going to shows or riding a skateboard until we exhausted ourselves. A certain person or two may hate on what we do (love each other) or what we have ( The Dojo), but I just feel sorry for those people. They will never know what true friendship is and they will never know what it means to truly call someone your brother. What we do is not to be trendy or try to impress anyone. Each and every one of us has been doing the kind of dumb shit that we do since we were 12 years old. The only difference now is that motorcycles are involved. Seriously, that all that has changed. From throwing bowling balls off of downtown parking decks, to being in massive brawls and hitting a fool with a frying pan. We still are the same dumb fucks that we have always been. That's why when Brunson's birthday came around, we made it everything we could. His wife called me a couple weeks ago and we decided to put together a surprise party for him. There was no better place to do it then at The Dojo.

Hand made presents from Ape Knuckles and Kyle.

Surprise!

Pee Wee's Big Adventure. Tequila.

Choad Bros. That's actually a little uncomfortable. Sorry.

Our fire pit never goes out.

Beer Bandit.

Hell yeah. Food son.

Brunson being Brunson. Making presents for other people on his birthday. Brandon needs to fit in while in Japan.

You can find these dudes at any Walmart.

Wieners and vices.

Fuggin' nerds.

Big Dan keeps it real son.

Party dog.

Group hugs. We be fags bro, but in a cool way.

It was hard as fuck to keep these guys quiet in the garage while Brunson walked up.

The birthday boy.

The birthday boy, the birthday wife, and the birthday unborn baby. It might have been Christian Slater's birthday too.

Chauncey HATES hugs. Hug him when you see him.

Clark W. Griswold singing Holiday road.

Brian snuck up behind Kyle and tried to pull his pants down. He ripped the backside off of his pants instead. Buy American made pants next time dummy.

Heavy metal sessions.

No girls allowed on the pirate ship. Here's your own section.

The Dojo is fucking filthy right now. Not looking forward to cleaning it. It was worth it.