I hope you all get what you want for Christmas and have someone special to share it with.
Showing posts with label period correct. Show all posts
Showing posts with label period correct. Show all posts
Monday, December 24, 2012
Friday, December 7, 2012
45" Choppys.
Pictured below is the flathead chop chop that Jack Nicholson rode in Rebel Rousers. Brandon should totally make his flathead get awesome like this one when he gets back from the land of the rising sun.
Labels:
chopper glory,
choppys rule,
fat head,
period correct,
snorkle
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
The Barber Vintage Festival.
It's our hometown event. And it's coming up in a few weeks. I've got to sell some shit to build some shit, so buy some shit. I'm stoked to see all of the homies coming in town for it.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Livin' It.
Labels:
bike lift,
biker style,
chopper glory,
period correct,
stoked,
vintage human,
workshop
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Family Fun.
I need about twelve of these suits. I bet that they are warm as fuck in the winter. Imagine cruising down the road posse deep in these uniforms. Check out the daughter fondling the dads junk.
Labels:
dicks,
family fun,
normal,
period correct,
pink means pussy
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Bro.
Labels:
biker style,
critter,
dick bottle,
panhead,
period correct,
stolen photo,
Vintage Haints
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
An on the road tradition.....

We've been known to pass an imaginary joint of weeds throughout the pack when we are traveling somewhere on our choppys. Granted this guy in the photo probably is passing something way cooler, like a real weed smoker or pcp. Get high, ride wheelies.
Labels:
chopper dreams,
livin' it,
period correct,
smoke drugs,
weed life
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
West Philadelphia....
Labels:
blame mtv,
dumpy,
nintendo,
period correct,
phat,
popsicle pimps,
sloth
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Fuck yeah. It's on.
So yesterday morning I got a surprising phone call from Chauncey asking me what time I was going to be at the shop. Within an hour, Chauncey showed up ready to get to work. His bike has been sitting in the corner of the shop collecting dust since he attempted to head out on the Super Trip many months ago. We all know how much he loves to ride and put miles on bikes, and at the same time, fucking hates to work on them. That's why I was so shocked when his ass got straight down to business.
Duane had a full looped Model A spare tire ring which he generously donated to the cause. Chauncey got one half for his bike and I scored a fender for my shovelhead. Thanks Duane!
Makin' it smooth.
Holes drilled, proper fitment, reassembly.
Kick, Kick. Check wiring. Kick, Kick. Check for spark. Kick, Kick. No gas. Started right up.
Choppin'
Labels:
banjo willy,
chopper shit,
period correct,
smoke drugs
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Zac Doom.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

















