Smokey Mountain Chopper Fest.

This thing was as real as it gets. No vendors, no booths, no attitudes, all party. Similar to the first couple BMRs. I needed this. Thank you Eddie, Nick, Billy, Patrick, Dills, and everyone else that put it together.

Selfie.

You know when chicks post pictures of themselves on Instagram and/or Facebook usually taken in front of the mirror in the bathroom, usually head cocked to one side or other nonchalant position, usually scantily dressed, usually with a remark along the lines of "feeling ugly today" or "I love my heart stitched jammies", usually fishing for positive reassuring comments from their girlfriends and creepster/ secret admirer dude followers, usually to help boost their own poor self confidence? I found out that type of photo is called a "selfie". Dudes post them too. Those dudes are usually gays. This photo is kind of like that. 

Taken by Brandon Smith, Flyinshoes.

Smoke Drugs.

I remember seeing this bike in DicE years ago and saying to myself " If you are building a long bike, that's the way to do it." There are lots of rad things about this bike. Years later.... J Body is riding a bike with a very similar stance, smoking weed, and having the attitude of riding long bikes and doing it right.

A View From The Road.

Labor Day weekend was pretty cool. Instead of sitting around the house cooking out and watching football, or whatever the average person does on Labor Day, we got on the bikes and hit the woods. We left Birmingham and went to north Alabama, and eventually came home from the east. We never left the state, but we didn't need to. We have plenty of badass nature shit here.

J Body wanted to give his new bike its first real miles, so he let Shane take his Sportster.

We have amazing highways here that run through farmland then jump right into rolling hills.

The road to the first campsite was pretty much a 4 mile long dirt bike trail. More bikes got dumped than didn't.

High as a kite.

A road on the map that heads southeast and is maybe the best in existence? Let me introduce to you Highway 9.

Shane's son, Damian, practicing Duane's trick.

This is really nice ground.

A long day on the road.

Just like the Indians used to. Meeks had to work, but he met up with us the second day and became the hero when we found out that they didn't sell alcohol where we were.

It rained on the way home.

A must do again soon.

This guy's a kook.

It was cold as fuck and windy that day. I ended up taking my pants and shirt off.

A Many Of Thanks To You.

The Dojo received a really nice package from Black Box yesterday. Them niggas Kraig and Ben done hooked it up. What a cool series of graphics those boards are, perfect for the walls in the shop. We will make a valiant effort not to skate them. The stack of Monster stickers gets me really hyped though. That shit replaced Mountain Dew for every critter redneck around. Idiocracy in real life.

Thanks Georgie Boy!

The Gorgeous George from Death Science and Show Class Mag sent us this drawing and other trinkets to display in the Dojo. Thanks my man!

We Need Arts.

For the Dojo. Collectively between all of us, we will be able to decorate pretty good. It is a building with lots of rooms though, so any donation would be appreciated. Old biker shit is always awesome and so is stuff like this:

Thanks players.

Get Hyped.

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

California Riding.

The one thing that I'm jealous about that we don't have in Birmingham, is the weather that Southern California has year round. Don't get me wrong. We ride the shit out of our bikes, but I might not own a car if I lived there. Some of these photos aren't mine.

Biker Style.

Chosen Few MC, circa back when shit was way awesome.

Long Beach Randoms.

I really like that place.