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.

Bread People.

Fuckin' Bread Savage.....

T.V. Party.

This Rules.

It's done for me. All I want to is make shit like this now.

Cool Shit.

So yesterday afternoon Brunson and Brandon came by and we sat around on my porch talking shit and drinking beer. What else do you do on Sundays? Anyways, at one point this car pulled up and parked on the curb right out front. Out comes this tattooed fellow and introduces himself as Keith. Keith lives right down the road and has an ironhead project and his brother has a shovelhead. He shot the shit with us for a little bit and showed us this picture of his brother before he split. He said this is how he got to and from school.

Get Hyped.

Here are a few things that get me stoked. They all plan to happen on Duane's bachelor ride.