Friday, November 30, 2012

New Recruit.

It has been quite some time since we added anyone to the team, but who doesn't love a ginger? Let me proudly introduce you to Chaz, The Cheese Man. My friend Gareth introduced me to this freckly wild man. He will be temporarily stepping in for the elusive Nasty Nick, so he has some shoes to fill. A straight up P.I.M.P., Chaz is responsible for all of the babes that hang out and constantly dump em out for our crew. I think it was his idea to get a trampoline with the sole purpose of watching boobies bounce. His wee-wee looks like a carrot.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

I want a Servi Car.

Seriously. And I just want to do laps in my yard and have the dogs chase me.


I took a trip to Colorado to visit family for Thanksgiving. While I was there, I was able to make my way up to Denver for a night to visit one of our transplants, Robby. The 24 hours that I was there was badass and full of awesome people. Robby locked my suitcase in the trunk of his chick's car and forgot the keys when he brought me to the airport. I can't wait until next time.

The legend.

Robby has more projects than anyone I know. His current one, the only one that runs, is an old van.

He also has masks stashed all around his place.

I got to do a good amount of hanging loose with Chineasy and Shelly.

I found this at a local thrift store that you pay by the pound. I thought it would be an appropriate gift for Ape Knuckles.

I introduced Denver to the Hot Dirt drink. The taste is what a dumpster smells like.

Robby keeps cool shit in his van. I found his Bigfoot feet behind the seat.

Fred Savage.

Cool tattoo.


Tuesday, November 27, 2012


I stumbled upon this photo on the innerwebs. You don't really see too many Alabama motorcycle/chopper photos unless you personally know some of the old timers. I love this shit. That's gotta be Bowles' dad on the lawnmower. 

Pure Class.

Tammi, Misti, Candi, Kandy, Kristyl, Demonica...... you make the call.

Monday, November 26, 2012

New for 1948.....

I found this catalog for the 48' O.H.V.'s and 45's from a link off of the JJ. Maybe I'm a dork, but I love seeing this type of shit. It puts me in day dream mode and gets me motivated to get some work done on my 48, which is actually getting very close to starting up if I gather a few more parts and don't fuck something up on it.

Friday, November 23, 2012


Cromagnum Juggalo forehead. 

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Field Find.

For sale: 1945 45" choppy. Found in the mud. Low miles. Runs like a Crip walk. 

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Slow Posting.

I am in Colorado visiting family for the week, so the posts may be slow. Maybe not. 

Monday, November 19, 2012

Shed the blood of the innocent.....

At least they were able to get off work before anything really awesome happened in the graveyard without them. Alternative lifestyles.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Poodle Pimp.

96 bucks son. Savin' them lunch moneys.

Look at the photo.... imagine the roar.

I believe that sometime during the late 80's to mid 90's, Harley Davidson used a panther as a part time mascot. If I was a dealership owner at that point in time, this would be in my office. Critter taxidermy.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Your Mom.

Chicks that hung around choppers were way cooler back in the day. 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

If you're anywhere near Chicago......

.... and don't go to this, you're lame.

Sammy Loves Joan.


It's amazing that these are still out there. Our Death Science lovers, Benji and Jay proudly displaying. Back pocket for life.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Dirt Track.

That's what's up.

Buck You.

Hermit found this pissed off deer head. Deer would be kind of cool if they were something you had to watch out for while walking in the woods because the were mean. Instead, they are geniuses and like to hurl their bodies in front of bikes and cars. They are the sole reason why I hate riding at night. Unless I'm in the city, then I love riding at night.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Fuck Politics.

Even if we succeeded and Spicoli won the presidency, everyone would still find something to bitch about. That's our American nature. We have the freedom to bitch about whatever the fuck we want to. And it definitely gets taken full advantage of. I'm stoked that I can be a shit head and ride a chopper wherever I want and be a Haint and backwards pee on things, no matter who the poster boy for our country is. If you don't like it, try living in Zimbabwe or Jumanji or some shit. Worry about catching AIDS and finding drinking water instead of how much it costs to put gas in your unnecessarily massive vehicle. Or just ride your chopper. Mine costs me a whopping 4 bucks to fill up.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Stuntman Meeks.

In the market for a goofy ass bike?

I spotted this gem on Ebay. Don't sleep on this one folks, you are sure to win a piece of trim at Hooters or take the period correct trophy at any bike show. Or somehow make it to space.

Thursday, November 8, 2012