Barbers.

Crazy, hectic, stressful, party, friends, cops, wheelies......... Super fun. I wish I could have participated in more shit that was going on, but doing the whole swap meet thing really took a toll on me and Duane. After the second night after the swap meet the cops made it known that our presence was not welcome, so we took the party to the Dojo. That got way rad. Warren was there on a business trip to kick asses on the race track, so I didn't get to hang with him and Stacy as much as I would have liked. The Show Class homies set up shop with us and we ruled the swap meet. Milwaukee and Minnesota and Michigan raged as always. Wheels Through Time........ Thanks to everyone that came to town and trashed the shop, I mean partied with us. See most of you in December.

Swamp boss. Barely damaged from the infamous wheelie.

Wigger dances.

Panhead city needed some help with wheelies, so we helped.

We may have just invented this trick. Backflips to crash landing.

This is the first bike that I rode with a foot clutch years ago. Bad as fuck.

Trackside view.

That's a chrome construction helmet.

Swamp meat.

The general public avoided us for the most part.

Nerd bitch.

The Dojo isn't the biggest place ever, but we still make chop.

Blackout mode. And John the painter pre shave via aerosol and a lighter.

The still shot of the best wheelie ever done on a chopper.

Seriously, thanks to everyone that came to our home town and helped us have another one of those times that will go down in history.