A few more critter ass critters.

True talent knows no boundaries.

Chop Suey.

Sup?

What happens in da club, stays in da club.

My Panhead.

I haven't been sharing too much with the progress on this bike. Not neccesarily keeping it a secret or anything, just a little unsure if I was going to be able to pull off what I had set in my head. I'm way stoked on it now so I'll share a couple of photos. I got a 48 basketcase some time ago and have slowly been piecing it together as I find what I need. I spent the other night by myself at the Dojo and I was able to work out a front end and get it on the ground for its first time. Bikes look way different when you have been working on them at eye level from a bare frame up. I need quite a few more things(18 inch star hub wheel mostly.), but here's the general look of her as she sits right now. 

Halloween Party.

So Meeks has really been wanting to throw a Halloween party at the Dojo. Maybe a ride beforehand, or small bike show, then turn it into a monster mash. Maybe a band, kegs, costumes......more details to come. I told Meeks that I'm concentrated on getting everything together for Barbers, so he's the party planner. Here's my contribution. 

You can tell by the cuts that they are drinking Coke.

Here's a bike post for you. Some real period correct beep-bop shenanigans. I envy photos like this. I also envy bikes like this. Let's find Doc Brown and build a time machine.

I wonder what Nads is doing right now......

Playing an upright bass in clown shoes. One of those people that is good company in any situation.

Taxidermy.

A lot of people these days seem to collect taxidermy, or stuffed animals if you must. They make a good decoration or accent many places, so I don't blame the collectors. Well, I've been thinking that the Dojo could use more spice and character, so taxidermy might just be that spicy character. But not just you're average stuffed creature of nature, I'm more interested in animals that the normal citizen might consider a sub-par job. Or fucked up if you will. Or even better, Critter Taxidermy. Let me know if you have possession of one of these critter ass beasts and are willing to part with it to put a little flare in our training facility. Here are a few examples of what I am talking about that made me laugh out loud. 

My Sweet Babe Got Sick.

And I don't know how to fix her. She started making a weird noise/vibration while slowing down the other day when Laci and I were out getting lost on some country roads. At first it kinda felt like it was time for some new brake pads, but eventually it felt and sounded like her primary chain had come unadjusted during deceleration. I pulled over to inspect, and it was perfectly in line. It definitely sounded like it was coming from the primary, so I got somewhere safe and took the cover off. Perfect and clean as a whistle inside. Main shaft bearing? Fuck, rod bearings? I don't know and feel terrible. My sweety is sick and I don't know how to make her better.

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.

The Weed Steed.

It's still for sale. If you want to own a real chopper contact Duane at duane_boatright@yahoo.com. Get on it before it gets on Ebay. My nigga need to buy a house.

Truffle Shuffle.

"Ay girl, go on lay yo gut up on dis post right chere an lemme get a picher of dat."

Bro. Workout, get tan, get chicks.

Way normal dog.

Chopper Boogie.

Bars Needed.

I'm in need of some Biltwell Aces bars. Let me know if you can help. Thanks players. NickResty@Gmail.com

I was so wasted......

I was so wasted 
I was a hippie 
I was a burnout 
I was a dropout I was out of my head 
I was a surfer 
I had a skateboard 
I was so heavy man, I lived on the strand 
I was so wasted 
I was so fucked up 
I was so messed up 
I was so screwed up I was out of my head 
I was so jacked up 
I was so drunk up 
I was so knocked out, I was out of my head 
I was so wasted 
I was wasted.

Willow.

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.

Just some dudes and some woods.

Here are some random phone pictures of our good old fashioned camping trip. I'll post more soon.