My Mom took this photo.

I'm already sick off the long sleeve bullshit. It's only getting colder from here.

This Chick....

Has some big knockers. Biltwell photo of me hanging loose and hollering at the ladies at Born Free 3.

Stoked.

We stayed at the shop late last night. Spenser did one of his famously pretty wiring jobs to my bike and we got to hear it run for the first time. This thing has a rediculous amount of compression. We traded off kicks for a while and I think Spenser's knee might be broken and I think I might have a broken tooth on the kicker gear. Either way, she runs strong.

Sneaky Peeky.

My new bike is slowly moving along. I'm almost ready to tear it down for paint and everything. Shit Falcon is painting the tanks right now. I still don't want to show too much...........

Tramp Stamp

For some reason I really like cheesy-ass hoes.