BSA vs Hot Rod

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Bike Nite Mayhem.

I don't think any photos ever got posted from this party at the shop. These are all the photos from Larry's camera that night. I actually was at Born Free the weekend before this went down, so we planned to roll back into home the day of the party. I literally rode into the parking lot of the shop after riding across the country and a beer was in my hand before I even cut my bike off. Our group of friends are the best. I forgot most of the night.

Road face. Look at my bitchin' tan lines from saying fuck it to sun screen. Funny I guess.

For some reason we started throwing a football at each others dicks. The rules were that you had to keep your arms up and not flinch. It's scary.

It turned into a wrestling match.

I don't really know what is going on here. Shirts always come off though.

Everyone tried to do burn outs on Joe's bike. It fell over once.

I have real pussy ass burn outs.

I don't know what's going on here either.

Whitey was in rare form. He was fucking wasted. It was too much fun.

Everyone should at least try and make it to one of our parties.

Larry's shovelhead getting some coverage.

Larry's new bike is featured on ChopCult's main page right now. Great photos and Bill did a good write up too. Check it out.

Born Free: Dudes on scoots.

How did I miss this party?

Dancing midgets. Son of a bitch.

Voodoo Jive.

i figured since we were riding to the bastard bash which is all sporsters and shit, and i will be riding a shovel, i should at least post a photo of a sportster that i think is cool. hope this guy is there because i want to give him a beer and a kiss. i love you.


also included in this posting of internet is a photo of larry riding an evo sportster chopper that we just finished and he took to sturgis to weed out on. its really cool and does wheelies alot. see, i love sportsters just as much as you guys! see you kissers there!

Bastard Bash

Me and Spenser are riding up there. Should be radical.

Yeah, it's real.

Some hipster bitch definitely got this tattooed on her. What a genius decision. Don't you know that fixed gears were only cool for a minute? I heard all the boys that look like girls are getting into mopeds now.

style for miles......

Bacon's Knuck.

Me drooling over Bacon's Knucklehead. 1946 I do believe. What a fine specimen of a choppy. Or a bobby. Yeah, we use slang terms for slang terms around here.

Bastard Rob sent me some photos of his new build.

You know, there are a lot of haters out there when it comes to different types of motorcycles. We are known for not giving a fuck what you ride, as long as you actually ride. There are American, Japanese, and British bikes in our crew and we can dig on all makes and models. That being said, Rob sent me a progress report on his new Honda. I think he plans on taking it to the Bastard Bash in a couple weeks.

Lookin' good buddy!

Learn to greet.

Study it, learn it.

Chopper related? Who cares!

What the fuck does skateboarding have to do with choppers you ask? Probably nothing. Who gives a fuck. My blog. Tony T be one bad mutha fucka even painted up like The Crow.

Primarily primaries.

Another shot from The Garage Company. There are so many gems in this photo. Wheels Through Time has one of those floral pattern engraved sporty ones hanging up in their shop and we were actually saying how no one has seen another one like it, who makes it, where did it come from, etc. There you go. Another one. Aliens brought that shit here.

Brandon we miss you.

Psychedelic Pony

Damn..... You got the AIDS in the face.

I found Ryan's tank!

Could this be who ruined his bike?

The Weed Steed is coming home!

Ok, so some of you may recall my badass, period correct 70's chopper that I had that we dubbed the name "The Weed Steed". Well, I had to part with it when I came across the deal that I did with my shovelhead. Anyways, Duane has tracked the bike down and the current owner is apparently over trying to ride sketchy choppers and is willing to sell it. So, to make a long story short, Duane is getting it for a smokin' price and bringing it home this weekend. The bike has been molested slightly due to the current owner trying to "modernize" it, but the essentials are still there. The rare Sugar Bear frame, the front end, the seat........ Duane has a vision for a makeover in his head and I promised him that I wouldn't post photos of it until he completes it. I will tell you that John The Painter has claimed the tins, so you know it's going to be one bitchin' ride!

I can't wait..... this thing seriously rules.

New photographer.

I have been busy building my shovelhead lately, so I hired our buddy Stills to go out and take photos of some of the extremely gifted folks in our world of mayhem. I gotta tell you, he's almost as good as myself with finding and shooting rare specimens. Here is a sample of his work.

Self portrait. Circa 1992. Double Impact starring Van Damm was a big hit at the box office at the time.

This photo was actually taken by mistake. This critter with a Braveheart sword just jumped out and told Stills that he could not pass.

Also a keen eye for choppers, which is extremely important because that's what we are all here for right?

Dance Party

Chop Suey.

1942 springers look pretty with spool wheels.

Oi, Oi.

Nazis used to make womens get all neked and take pictures on there flag and listen to Skrewdriver.

More fun from the BMR.

Here's a photo after we took the bed liner out of Joe's truck and tied it to the back of Duane's bike. This whole idea started after we tried to pull each other around through the grass on an inflatable raft, and it graduated to this nonsense. The gravel road did a big loop around the whole event and while Duane exceeded the speed limit, the rider had to maneuver the bed liner through trees and bystander's motorcycles. We got a few good laps in before getting shut down. I wish we had more photos or even some footage of this. Maybe someone out there captured the magic?

Mugs........