Showing posts with label wwf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wwf. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Blast From The Past.
I love this photo. It was taken at BMR 2 and the situation was that me and Jerimiah were riding around two up bro-style on Bowles's XS. There's never a reason, but Bowles started trying to body spear us as we would pass by. This is one where he connected. That bike fell over so many times that weekend. Man, I really miss Bowles having a get on and go bike. I also miss my man Jerimiah. I'll get to see him at the Bravetown party though. Last but not least, I miss the fuck out of the Big Mountain Run being at this location.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Barbers....
....is in just a few weeks. I still have to get all of my shit together for the swap meet. I'm looking forward to it though. I usually get in serious business mode the first day, get up way too early, spend way too much money on way too much shit, then party the rest of the time. Its also a great place for people watching. All kinds of critters come out of the wood work. Honda nerds that stick their noses up at you and your piece of shit Harley. Badasses racing the fuck out of their ancient machines. Catching up with old friends. I can't wait. Here's a few photos from a Barbers of the past.
Labels:
Barbers Vintage Festival,
bros,
critter,
swamp meat,
swap meetings,
true bobber,
vintage shit,
wwf
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Swamp People
Our pal Steve Wright sent me a photo of this here freak thinking that it would be right up my alley. It's fucked.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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