Fighting turkeys.

So I was looking at Zac Doom's blog and he had a photo with this same rock formation in it. I just wanted to show off. Yeah, I been up in there. See. They look like a couple of turkeys.

Few from the road.

The Rockies. We stayed at this spot for a while taking in the view.

Old retired Sante Fe yard with a nice view.

We can't set up camp without booze.

This is Warren's store. Welcome.

I feel like this dude right now.

Joe and I went and saw a stoner metal show last night. It was rad because every band was the theme song to riding a chopper through a desert at dusk. Now I'm hung over. 69

Super Dogs.

I like dogs that can fly. They're so damn cute when they do.

I'm craving another trip.

Even if it's in state. Just ride to somewhere, preferably someplace with water, grab some beers and the supplies to cook some hobo stew, and call it badass. A secluded section of Little River Canyon would be cool.

Nick,... this one's for you.

Heads Up

I've heard about the Heads MC for years in 60's biker folklore, but this is the first clear image I've seen of their colors. This must have been the inspiration for Tommy Chong's Roaches MC.

Does anyone have any more info on the Heads?.....
or smoking weed?.....

Back on track fools

HA HA suckas i ordered my Bearings today! ! ! ! they are mailing them this afternoon. and that shit is TITS yo .

Party this Saturday!

At Garage Company Customs. Don't forget that this Saturday is our monthly bike nite/party and this one is going to be huge. If you are anywhere near us, then you have no excuse not to show up. Everyone's welcome, motorcycle or not.

It's hard to say goodbye.

Brandon finally moved to Japan today. A great job offer in a perfect land to study the art of the chopper? Fuck yeah dude. We are all happy for him. We have known about this move for some time now, but the reality that one of your best buds is going to be on the other side of the world doesn't really set in until they are actually gone. I keep thinking about hanging out at his house right in the city every weekend while sipping on a cold beer and wrenching on bikes all the while Supernaut by Black Sabbath is blasting on the record player. The one dude that is always down to randomly hit the road on motorcycles for a weekend with no questions asked. Almost every long distance trip I have ever taken on my bike, he's been right by my side. He has put more miles on his motorcycles than everyone in our whole crew combined. No shit. I have learned so much about bikes and the road from Brandon it's insane. This will be tough getting used to you not being around for a while. I hope you get tired of eating rice soon. Don't stay gone forever bro. We love you!

Haircutz.

Looking fuckin' slick! Dude, I wish I could grow a dope ass flat top. I could shave lines in my hair if the hipsters didn't trend that shit out already.

Motorpunk

If you haven't been here yet, go. This is our good friend Rob's blog dedicated to real punk and hardcore music along with radical choppers. You all might know Rob from his Quad Cam Bastards site already. Check this one out for sure. motorpunk.blogspot.com

Hey girl!

Choppers are way cooler! Jersey shore ass ho!

Tickle tickle.

for sale

I need 6500.00 and hopefully someone needs a rigid 04 1200 sportster that runs great email me if that someone is you. duane_boatright@yahoo.com

support !

we rode with this dude half way across america he is good people and is haveing a hard time with MS so i had to show some luv .

This is what I like to do on Sundays.

Saturday Cruisin'

So Saturday one of the local Harley dealerships here had a bike show that was advertised on the radio, which gave us a good excuse to get on the bikes and snag a few photos of real life Wild Hogs. To my surprise there were actually some cool bikes there and even though there were some leather warriors walking through the crowd, it wasn't as gay as I thought.

The guy that owns the dealership has his personal collection displayed on a ledge over looking the store. It's really a shame that none of these bikes ever get to roar to life.

Check this Knucklehead out. It's pretty stupid, but someone put some work into it. If you look closely, you can see that the front half of the frame is a real Harley wishbone with almost every mount still on it. The back half had been hacked off in turned into a soft tail. Good job. I guess my jealously gets to me, but I have always dreamed of owning a Knucklehead and it eats at me seeing this type of shit. Just sitting there, begging to do wheelies.

This was entered in the bike show. I think the frame is a 21 and the motor is a 25.

Some random dude from some small town south of us owns it. It's really cool to me that there is shit like this out there in small towns with people doing it themselves.

After we left the show, we chased the rain off and on for a while. Then Spenser and I met up with Joe at a bar and eventually ended up at our buddy Matthew's scooter shop. Got hammered and ended up at Mosley's pad where a good portion of the rest of the boys were hanging out. I love days like this where you have no set goal, just to be on your bike with your friends.

Fuck Y'all

This is how we do it in Dixie!

Party Time

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Don't forget..........

This one's going to be good.

If you are anywhere near us, then you should definitely come out and witness/join in on the mayhem that goes down every time we throw one of these parties. It's also my birthday and I'll have the shovelhead put into its roller, so come the fuck out! We do need to grill some shit though, last time brothas got hungry and drunk too fast.

Radical Choppie.

John Edwards bike rules. Stellings and Hellings risers make everything bad ass.

Farting?

If you're on the West Coast......

Here's an event that Tubbs is helping put together.

Mutha Fuckin' Matchless!

"Fuck what your daddy thinks. Your daddy ain't shit!"

Damn Nazis.

Always saluting and shit. Oi.

5 dudes, 1 chopper.

Another lost photo from the BMR. Robby still says we could have gotten one more person on it.

Watch This.

Crockers