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The Annual Dojo Party.

Some call it the Barbers party, whatever. We have it every year. You know the deal, fun.

The Annual Dojo Party.

This again is our party that we throw Saturday night after the Barber Vintage Festival, so that the people at the swap meet don't cry about us having a good time and keeping them up past 9pm. I promise that those Zundapp and Bultaco parts will still be there in the morning. See you there.

Dojo Party/ Barbers Weekend.

Next weekend is our annual Dojo party. Saturday, October 10th. After the Barber Vintage Festival. If you have ever been, I don't have to explain why you should come. Ask somebody. Be there.

JJ's Film Photos.

Here are some film photos that Jerimiah took during their stay here in Alabama for the Barbers weekend. They are good.

Thank You For Partying.

The Dojo party was out of control. If you weren't there, then well.... you blew it. None of this shit can happen without you guys showing up and hanging loose, for that I thank you. Until next year.

Coming Up!

Our party and the Barber Vintage Festival is next weekend. October 10-12. This is your invite. You have been told about it. No excuses. Birmingham's legendary band, Arclight, along with Feral Child, are playing the Dojo party.... which is only $5 including beer. If you don't go, it's on you!

All You Need To Know.

Now You Know......

I figured I would go ahead and put the word out. We have a party at the shop every year during the Barber Vintage Festival. It's usually $5 with kegs, etc. We'll get the details dialed in, but for now don't say you didn't know....

Insanity.

This weekend was fucking nuts. Too much fun. Everyone that came to Barbers and to our party told me that they had a blast, so that's a success in my eyes. Thanks to everyone that traveled hundreds and thousands of miles to be in Birmingham this weekend. Thanks a bazillion to Biltwell and Lowbrow Customs for stepping up last minute and organizing a Cocktagon at the Dojo. $500 will transform mother fuckers into mean warriors. Also adding about 400 beers to the multiple kegs helped too. The bands killed it and played all night. No bullshit, all bros. Most of all though, you guys made the party. An epic time is made by the people and the attitudes involved. Thank you. This may turn into a yearly event. What do you say?

Mild And Wild.

Barbers Vintage weekend is this weekend. Here are some photos of years past. It is always fun. Even when you're not wanted there.

Barbers Vintage Festival. 2 Weeks. Swamp Meat.

This is soon. Our party will be cooler, but this will still be fun. See you there. Let's bum some people out. I need some Hellings risers, so I got dibs......

And then there's this......

So, we've decided to have a party on the Saturday night of the Barber Vintage Festival. The festival grounds are not too fond of partying, as we have found out in past years. Therefore, we have decided to skip the arguments, threats, and dipshit security guards by just going big at The Dojo. Everyone is welcome and it's guaranteed to be a good time. Help out and come out! Please spread the word! Thanks!

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.