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?

If I could only take good photos.

I can usually capture pictures of fucked things, but none of them are ever decent quality. Here are some bad to the bone photos that King Kustoms took. Check out the rest of the set at kingkustoms.blogspot.com . 

Hood Bush 2012.

Holy shit. I don't even know where to start. If you missed it, you just don't know. The entire trip was so mind blowing and amazing from start to finish. The show itself was such a great idea and done so well and chaotic that it couldn't have been any better. The ride from the show to the party was out of control. The party was unreal and the best thing that anyone has done for me on my birthday. Thanks for everything guys. The whole weekend could pretty much be summed up by saying that Milwaukee got taken over by every amazing person that rides choppers. From blasting through the bar district in a massive pack with no regard of the many cops present, to partying out of control all day every day. Best trip ever. Thanks to every person that showed up, that means more than I can put into words. Team Heavy, Bravetown, Michigan, Iowa, Ohio, Warren, fuck man. I can go on and on. Dustin, Justin, Brandon, and the rest of the Valley....... thanks so much for the hospitality and making this event what it was. It seriously was amazing. Good friends are the most important thing to have and I'm pretty sure that all of the people that I call friends feel the same way. Here are some photos that are super random and most of them I have stolen from other people.

The ride from the show to the party. Taking over the roads in a pack of about 60. That was an amazing feeling.

Two of my favorite people. Kyle and Jerimiah. Get loose.

The Harley museum with our bikes out front.

Fuck yeah we brought the backwards pees.

Uncle Ted took me out on his dirt bike to show me his swamp donkeys.

Oliver showed up and broke into buildings with us.

Josh got to reenact the scene from my last trip to Milwaukee.

Posse deep to the frat boy bar area where we parked exactly where we wanted and all got tickets.

This is the most epic backwards pee so far. I honestly do not know how to top it at this time.

Cheeseburger Moon. He tried his hardest not to let me get a photo. Looks like he lost.

Dude, you don't use urinals like that.

Rides that you dream of.

Used properly.

Strip clubs and bikers, bro.

When we pulled into town, we literally drank one beer then saw Ted Nugent. Definitely a good start to a perfect trip.

Stick and pokes of course.

Kevin has dad strength.

This must be that chopper shit you were telling me about.

Everyone knows how this feels. You have to go home the day after an event no matter the distance, yet you always end up going bigger the night before. Uncle JJ gives a perfect example of one of those sights.

Meeks aka Thingman gives no fucks.

Blackout time.

This is the best tattoo ever.

This is right before I got covered in beer. This is just the crowd outside that wasn't inside watching the bands.

The amazing human that is Kyle Morrison.

Brokeback Fountain. Real bikers kiss on the mouth.

Chop City.

Headed home from the epicly amazing raging party filled Hood Bush extravaganza. If you missed it, you blew it. I'm sure there are weirdo photos all over the place. Here are some photos that I stole of us riding to see Uncle Ted play at a state fair. Wang Dang Sweet Poontang.

Meanwhile,back at HQ...

So today is our boy Nick Resty's b-day. Since pretty much everyone else is in Milwaukee at hood-bush, I thought I'd keep your fix of regular Haints postings going.  I wish to a god I don't believe in that I was at Hood Bush with you guys, but a new born, a Mom with pancreatic cancer (that's not a joke so take it easy), a business to run and just all the other daily shit kept me at home.  Anyway...All the Haints who had to stay back in the Ham wish you happy fucking birthday buddy.  We'll go do dumb shit on our choppers when you get back. So if you're in Milwaukee hit Nick in the balls and tell him, "happy birthday, faggot".  Anyway...here are some pictures.

 What would this blog be without some juggalos?  Not shit that's what.

 A chick carrying a big piece of corn.

 Knuckles fighting a dog as a kid.

 A cat smoking.

 This is what the internet is for.

 The skate park in Louisville. Hash-tag Ramble Tamble.

 Queers.

 The birthday boy if he didn't make as much money as he does now.  What am I talking about?  He wouldn't have a job if he looked like this.

 The night J-body, Moon, Meeks, Bowles and Knuckles got their shirts. 

 Titties.

Heading Out to The Hood Bush!

Tonight we are cruising the distance to Milwaukee, WI to party it up at the Hood Bush BBQ. No one will be around to make any regular posts on this here blog, so bear with me. I got a text from Dustin last night asking how many of us are coming because they are pre-buying tickets to see Ted Nugent on Thursday night. It felt good to tell him that we have 14 people going. Give or take a couple. We are all looking forward to this trip. If you are anywhere nearby or anywhere and have a free weekend, go to Wisconsin. 

My sweet friends at the Valley are throwing a birthday party for me too. I heard that they are getting a midget Pee Wee Herman stripper. More reason for you to come.

I hope these dope ass chicks are able to make it. Or make out.

Skully. Bad 2 da bone. 

I sure hope that this doesn't happen. Meeks would be that guy though.

Will someone please swing through that shitty ass bar in South Carolina and pick this critter up? I'm sure that he would love to party with us again.