Rick and Michael Lewis held their Spring Bama Swap and Drag last weekend. We go to all of them because they rule and it's in our home state. Always a good time to be had and we are always grateful to Ricky for putting up with us. Thanks my friend. Here's a set of photos that our boy Jacob shot of the event. Now that the secret is out, it's an event worth traveling to. See you at the next one.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Daytona.
None of us made it to Daytona this year. I have vowed to go next year though. As have some of my friends. It's just too good to miss. Critter central. Always something to do. Swap meets, da beach, racing, critter watching, getting kicked out of bars, the fucking Willie's Show! Make your plans to do it now. I'm talking to you Haints, Warren, Jerimiah, Death Science, anyone else that has been and knows how much fun you can have.......... Here are some highlights from our journeys there in years past.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Vintage Inventions.
I have no idea why these didn't succeed.
Dog restrainer.
Double Ended Pipe.
Neck Cleaner.
Cigarette Umbrella.
Dual Effort Child Harness.
Labels:
ape knuckles,
critter business,
genius,
science,
vintage shit
Monday, March 25, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Breaking in my motor.
I try to take it easy on my motor, but I always end up trying to do wheelies or burnouts....... forgetting that I have a fresh motor and have to be easy on it for a while. Maybe this is why my primary cover fell off on the way home? Or no brakes when Bowles hopped on the back and we went to the bar? This bike is really fun.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
There are no shows like these anymore.
Birmingham has a rich history when it comes to the punk, metal, hardcore, etc. scenes. Not talking shit on the new wave fad of bluegrassy and folk type music that the younger kids flock to now days, but that stuff can't even compare to the experience of going to these type of shows. This flyer is one of a bazillion that I would have gone to when I was a tiny dude. I would get my Mom to drop me off, or my friends would skate to the sketchier areas of town to see these bands play in the shittiest random places. The bands on this particular flyer are a combo that was insane. I looked up to most of these dudes and would get ultra stoked when one of them would say what's up to me, let alone remember my name. Now I ride choppers with members of all of these bands, most of which are also Haints. Pretty trippy if you think about it. I couldn't be more grateful for what we have.
Labels:
bros,
heros,
history,
oi,
punk's not dead,
Sweet Home Alabama,
Team Haints
Friday, March 15, 2013
Sup Dawg.
Here's a photo of James' dog Vader driving my Panhead. I tried to tell him not to, but he just took off.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Wheelie Row.
The one way street in front of the Dojo has been named Wheelie Row for obvious reasons, especially after Eddie's "Wheelie Heard Around The World". Here's one with me assisting Duane on a quest to acquire one wheel glory on his newly acquired Sportster. Photo taken by the ever famous James Hardy.
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