Hell On Wheels Through Time.

This weekend was great. We have been to the Wheels Through Time museum numerous times, but this was the best trip yet. Myself, Brandon, and Meeks Mon went on the trek to the Smokies in search of weed induced motorcycle knowledge. Brandon and I took tons of photos, that's why Meeks is in most of them. Thanks to Matt and John for putting us up and your hospitality as usual. I'll post bikes later, here's a small overview of everything else.

Number 1 in every sense. Matt asked us to help him lift this here original paint, first production board track racer up on the shelf. Yeah, the engine number is number 1.

Matt also build himself a new workshop. This place is like a dream come true. We put on some Leadbelly, drank some beers, and stepped into the late 1920's or early 1930's.

Style Kickin' son.

You can always count on this asshole.

Over the top.

Vintage tits.

It's Been Too Long......

So, next weekend a couple of us are headed up to NC to see our good friends at the Wheels Through Time Museum. It's been almost a year since we were up there last time and I can't wait to be there again. Getting into zen mode and just quietly looking at the amazing machines is awesome, but the best part about the trip is going to be seeing our homeboys. It's comparable to being a little kid and going to see family in a different state on Christmas or some shit. I could sit here all day and talk about these dudes, but all you need to know is that you are always in good company when you are around them. See you dudes soon.

Barbers Vintage Festival.

Whoa buddy. I'm worn the fuck out. This weekend was a fun filled one full of old motorcycles, old friends, old parts, old cheese, and old people. As much as we fuck around and constantly do dumb shit, we are actually pretty responsible when it comes to swap meets. At the gate before it opens and all that. There were some good deals to be had and there were also some ridiculous prices on the goofiest shit. Just like all swap meets. I came up pretty good on a parts stash and Duane even left with a complete Duoglide Panhead. We watched Warren race and he looked like a gorilla surfing a toothpick on that little ass Honda. I think we probably consumed every brand of cheap beer made in America. Blah, Blah, Blah.............

Chopper Time!

Here ya go! Kustom Jeff hooked up some quality photos of my bike this weekend and they came out rad. Spenser took some photos too. This is why I have no money and I can't do shit or go anywhere. Now I need to scrape up some gas money to put some miles on it to work out some kinks, and hope that my dry rotted front tire holds up a little bit longer. Happy New Year and smoke drugs.

John The Painter, Surfing.

Touch the wave bro.