Shop 'til you drop.

It looks like they are buying the essentials.

Stunts.

Stolen photo from the Catalina Wine Mixer.

Stunts.

Braaaap!

This photo is good. I stole it from Zen Of Neato.

I'm Blaming Instagram.

Not for taking actual traveling and handshakes out of the equation of linking up and meeting people in person (I do blame it for that too), but my lack of posting personal photos of what myself and the rest of the crew have been doing is what I'm blaming today. Maybe blogs will make a comeback and I'll have interesting shit to read again, maybe.  We got 99 problems and Instagram ain't one. Except for those damn selfies. They are a problem. An entertaining "we are laughing at you not with you" type of problem. Here's some telephone photos.

Bowles catching air on his minivan.

We were watching old skate footage and took a screen shot of Ape Knuckles pissed.

That nigga Kerry came through with a good koozie. My next tattoo is a Monster M logo.

Hooters.

Ryan bought a tattoo gun and we upgraded from stick and pokes. That means there are a lot more shitty tattoos that don't look as tuff.

I brought my panhead home and the shed is getting crowded.

This was a booth at a car show set up for little kids can shoot Nerf guns at storm troopers. Then there was this guy.

We have been getting windows of rideable weather.

Making pogo sticks out of motorcycle parts.

Portrait.

Portrait.

Chopper shit.

Bad As Fuck.

Danny Lyon's photos. For those of you who live on the Moon, Danny Lyon is known in the motorcycle world for the photography that he took, much of which was with the Outlaws. There are two amazing picture books filled with his photos: The Bikeriders and Portraits of American Bikers. If you don't own them or haven't seen them, do yourself a favor. I sit and stare for hours at these photo sets and always notice new details, whether it be some wacky badass riser setup or snakeskin sewn onto a vest. The panhead crossing the bridge is one of the tuffest, raddest photos of all time in my opinion. Laci actually found some gallery in New York that had an original print for sale that she was going to buy for me when we got married. I think the price tag was in the range of a real panhead.

Weekend.

This weekend seemed like there was a good bit going on. A lot of working on bikes at the Dojo, cleaning the Dojo, punk shows, stunt attempts, Injuns. On Saturday, we rode out to Shane's house to give him a hand with a hidden ramp that he is building. He lives in the country and raises chickens which fascinates all of us from the city. His wife also cooked us an amazing lunch, maybe out of those same chickens. On Sunday, we saw the Wall Of Death fellas randomly preforming at a Yamaha dealership. 

Stunts.

At Ape Knuckles's Department of Research.

Karate Practice.

We spent the entire weekend getting the Dojo ready to move into. Actually, it was mostly watching Brian re-wire the place while we set fires and jumped bicycles. Brian killed it with the lighting. If all goes to plan, then the shop area will look like Clark Griswold's house in Christmas Vacation after he strung the lights. We have been talking about getting a building for a long time now and it has happened. Super stoked. The spot has already proven to be worth its weight in gold with the location alone. We sat around a barrel fire and pre-gamed before hitting the bars up, which took us literally 2 minutes to get to. Hopefully, we should be all moved in and set up by New Years.

There was some junk left in the offices from the previous owners including a cash register. It got fucked up with a hammer and there was about twelve cents in it.

Street view. There is a razor/barbed wired fence surrounding the entire property with sliding gates on either side. That was a big selling point.

Ape knuckles showed up later, peed backwards, then claimed to be the first to do it at the new spot. Wrong. Duane broke in the backwards pee at about 10 in the morning. Sorry Ape Knuckles.

Pee Wee left his bike there for us to stunt on.

Peg board got hung on one of the walls in the shop part. I think I only did that so I could shoot nails into the concrete. That shit was tight.

We can't thank Brian enough for the work he has done for us. This is the start of hanging lights. Every couple of feet there is some gnarly set up.

Brandon got his paint on because Brian insisted on us painting the shitty old wall in the back. Great job!

Fuck a heater when you got barrel fires.

This is that part in Pee Wee's Big Adventure when he is getting chased through the different movie sets.

Johnny Meeks Mon......

This is one of the gnarly things that that went down at one of the swimming holes that we found. This jump is seriously huge, and the landing is MAYBE nipple deep. Meeks is a tester though. A true stunt man.

Get Hyped.

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