Safe Travels Hombre.

Yesterday I had temporarily say goodbye to one my best friends. Jerimiah and Stef had been living in Birmingham for the past few months as they got jobs and made a little bit of money before they headed back out on their camper life journey. I had always seen them for short periods of time, so I was used to Hi and Bye. Shit changes when you are together everyday, including work, for a long period of time. Your relationship grows stronger, and there are less words needed to be said when together. Come back soon, stay safe, don't plant your roots in California. I love you homeboy, see you when I see you.

My Man, Brotha Man.

Hey Chuck, it's your cousin Marvin. Marvin Berry.

Bravetown.

Always has the best parties. See you there.

Ramble Tamble!

I can't wait for this.

Real Deal.

Chosen Few MC circa times of badassness.

For Chauncey.

For two reasons. He's got a thing for swing arm Sportsters and he hangs out with old ass blues musicians that look like these dudes.

I stole this photo of course.

Brothers From Different Mothers.

Jerimiah sent me this photo the other day of him and Warren hanging out. The message said "We miss you guys". The hardest thing about having good friends that live 12 hours away from you is that you hardly ever get to hang out. Warren keeps a sacred Haints coozie with him always just in case a lonely beer needs a hug. We miss you guys too. Daytona is right around the corner and we will join forces soon enough.

P.S...................... If you weren't such a pussy, you could go crazy with us at the V Twin expo in 2 weeks.

They have everything in Spanish.

I love this flick.

One bad mamma jamma.

Panshovel, ass kickin shades, step the fuck off jive turkey.

Haircutz.

Looking fuckin' slick! Dude, I wish I could grow a dope ass flat top. I could shave lines in my hair if the hipsters didn't trend that shit out already.

Here it comes.

So yesterday Larry and I had to run by Harley to grab some parts and we saw some gems. A few Brothas roll in looking tuff as shit with their hos in tow. We head outside and saw some amazing bikes. You know about donks? What about donk bikes? That's whats up. I decided that's what I'm doing to the shovelhead. I've already talked to John the Painter and he's coming up with my Faygo paint scheme as we speak. I have my 30'' wheels on order too. Oh yeah, the Ironman bike has Robert Downey Jr.'s face airbrushed on the side of it. Seriously.

Lookin hard.

Watch out. Middle class white suburbia has got some thugs around. Meet Gerald, Matthew, and Bobby.

New Recruits

Meet JayDub and Lil Todd. We originally got these two playas for checking pussy passes at the door of the shop, but we soon figured out that they are way more useful in designing period correct choppers. "SHOOOOOOOOO, dat boy gotta springa on da front".

69......Fuck Yeah.