Chopper Boogie.

Nice weather randoms.

Ok, I'm pretty sure it's awesome weather again here in Alabama. You know that feeling of getting a lot done by not really doing anything? Just get on your bike and see your friends? I love that shit.

Cruised over to the skate shop and people were hanging out. This is the area that the DicE Party will be held at.

Typical Birmingham. We were just sitting in front of the shop talking about dicks or whatever, when this army of well-stocked, yuppie/hipster chicks just take over the street. All of the random shit that happens here is just one more reason to love this city.

Chauncey. I went with them to the slab spot to shred shit.

Rollerblader doing a backflip. This photo looks so stupid. It makes me laugh every time.

This is kind of funny.

I was getting some riding footage last week when we had all of that great weather and the camera started to slip out of my hands. While I was fumbling with it, the light at the end of the bridge turned red. It was a good way to test out some things on my bike that needed some attention. I concluded that I need new brake shoes and my clutch needed some slight adjustment.

Surf's Up.

I jacked this photo of our friend Ryan. Here he is in Sturgis surfing the Candyman bike with trailer in tow. This bike won the shovelhead class at Born Free 2. I heard that he wrecked this thing around the time that this photo was taken. Those of you that don't know Ryan, well, this photo is a pretty good description of him. A mile a minute. "Titties and beer is why Candyman's here."

More Super Trip.

Plains. Great Plains.

Good morning.

We are in the desert. How are we gonna get firewood?

Rick! Be careful!

Ali to Cali

Here are some quality photos that Brandon shot of the Super Trip.

A little ride through Monument Valley.

Duane posing.

Here's some footage of Duane posing for the camera, but didn't know that I was actually filming.

Thursday Happenings.

It was 80 degrees out today. I sweated for the first time this year today. Fucking rules.

The weather kicked so much ass, there was no way I wasn't going to be riding.

Duane showed up and hung out at the shop.

We decided to go check out a local bike nite. On the way Robbie ran out of gas. He tried to syphon gas out of Duane's tank.

I guess when you get a mouthful of gas you find anything to take that taste away. In his case it was a combination of different weeds.

We got to the bike nite. It was bad. I mean badass.

Kevin's chopper, check. Chick with tits posing on it, check. Joe creeping up in the background to get in the picture, check.

Its Alive!

Whitey filmed me and Spenser out on my bike's maiden voyage since my re-everything. She ran like a champ. I'm stoked. Now I just need to get that shit painted and she's golden.

Got out and scooted around town a little bit today.

It was nice and sunny when I left the house, and I raced the storm clouds on the way back.