sunny days....

spring is finally upon us! today was one of those days. the days when you wake up, look out the window up at the sun, and automatically know without even checking the weather that it needs to be a day spent outside. so, me and everyone's favorite self-employed-bald-machinist, Ross, took advantage of it. It's been in the low 80's here lately and two-wheeled travel seems like the only option. I took my camera along for the ride for once, so enjoy some photos of our little monday adventure.

clear your head.....

Ross always comes up with the most solid lunch spots, and today's seafood bonanza was no exception!

after lunch, we decided to head up the county to the Warrior River, to this little river shack that belongs to Ross' family. something tells me this spot will be our first camping trip this year.

special seating for the non-locals.

back to town in one piece, just in time for a 5 o' clock beer and some shit talking at the shop. days like this are what keeps us going and in the seat of our choppers. drop what your doing, get outside and kick your bike to life!

The Chopper Circle

The first rule of Chopper Circle is that you do not talk about Chopper Circle....... Chopper Circle is an epic phenomenon that will separate the men from the boys. I challenge you to create your own Chopper Circle and experience this great creation for yourselves. Maybe we will create another one at the Dixie Roundup and DicE Party. A great way to spend time with your pals!

2 chicks at the same time.

I took both of my ladies out for a cruise the other day. Brian called me to go skate and I suggested that we ride. He was doing burnouts before you know it.

Dope outfit son.

I saw this combo for sale at the Harley dealership this weekend. I'm glad that they are finally carrying quality goods again.

Cruisin' USA.

Tony Bag o' Donuts can take some great riding shots. Everyone has good cameras and shit. I need one, but then again I'm always up in the shit taking photos and I would be all sketched out about breaking my camera.

Jerimiah's camera......

..............has some good photos on it.

Jr's Cycle Products.

Portraits.

Pickett dug these out of his photo album. Tad and Lester.

Daytona Choppin'

Believe it or not, there was actually motorcycles involved in our trip. The weather ruled every day except for one rain storm. Any excuse we had to ride somewhere, we took. It has been cold in Birmingham, but it has been a frozen tundra for our boys up North.

Jerimiah bounced wheelies around on Warren's Shovelhead all week.

Here's a shot after we pulled up at the Freeway party. It was a pretty odd situation.

This 48 ruled it. Found it a backyard in Arkansas.

This pan ruled too.

This dirt bike was waiting for an attack. Fully equipped with guns and missiles.

We all got out early to go shoot some photos with Michael Lichter. There was a lot of two up dudes due to broke or lack of having motorcycles.

Kick your bike like a man.

Jaytona, Shanetona.

Bag o donuts wasn't able to bring his bike, so he took pictures too.

Spenser jammin' with one foot peg.

Riding into the Florida nothingness.

Daytona Debauchery Pt. 3.

We did a lot of partying while we were down there. Not saying that we are the best at it by any means, but we do get a lot of practice. One night we literally went to every bar on Main Street, and got kicked out of every one of them. For those of you that don't know, Main Street is the place that you see photos of and think of when it comes to bike week. Pre-tied doo rags and chaps when it's warm out son. Those of you that know us, know that's our perfect scene.

I'm going to start this series of photos out with this perfect one.

Shinya from Vibes magazine trying the American treat called moonshine for his first time.

Jaytona beach 2011.

Nice tat. I'm still trying to figure it out.

It's a Slop-A-Billy freakout!

Me and Warren walked around for a while and did some critter spotting. Which wasn't very hard to do.

This guy was part of an elite club of spidermen.

Shane created a special Haints shirt for Duane, which was a hit in Daytona.

Matty. That chick behind him almost got her husband beat up later on.

Getting a sackful of directions. This dude came centimeters from touching Jay's balls.

Dance party commence.

America, fuck yeah!

The dance club regulars were not too stoked about us rolling in and our dope ass skillz.

These shirts are a hit with the weekend warriors. Jay stole one for Jerimiah and he tried to fit in.

Chauncey doesn't remember any of this night. He climbed right up an the bar and started dancing with someone's ol' lady.

Then, he made out with a chick until he threw up.

Which had a badass tat son.

The next day I spotted a wigger doing a wheelie. It was tight.

F.A.R.M. Fathers Against Rap Music. In other words, " I'm racist as fuck and my daughter hooks up with black dudes". Don't be a choad, fucker.

That's all semen.

Ross made his way to the crowd of kids that were catching free Spectro Oil 12th anniversary t-shirts. Nice catch bro.

"Fuck yeah, Let's do last night again!"

Party time!

Despite this classic rock cover band looking like a bunch of washed up dorks, they were really good. Jaymo stepped in for bass.

Rollin' hard sucka.

Two chicks making out and Jerimiah creeping in. I love this picture.

Dump em out.

I love this photo too. Benji is very photogenic.

Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots.

We saw this fella laid out in the middle of the road.

So our friends made sure that he didn't get lonely.

Street midgets.

This dude was sleeping.

I think this guy was part of that elite club that I mentioned.