Fart Rocket.

I have been trying to master this skill, but it is a hard task to successfully complete.

Speaking of XS's......

 Brandon just finished up his new cross country machine. This bike rules. It's got a couple of things to work out before he takes off westward next weekend, but it works.

Jugga-critter-lo

Yeah, I know that most Juggalos are critter as fuck, but I think that this dude actually lives under an interstate bridge, eats out of the trash, and bathes in fountains. The music just touches you bro.

Chopper Travel Guide.

Are you looking to have a good time during the next two months? Well then, here are a few events that you should attend if you're tired of not doing shit and aren't afraid of awesome shit.

Coming up in just a couple of weeks you should definitely go to Born Free 4. It's only on the other side of the country, no big deal. Japanese people go and they live in a completely different country.

After that, just scoot on up to Minnesota and boogie down with Heavy at the Full Tilt show. These guys with teach you everything from doing choppy wheelies to which stoner band gets the most stoned. 

After that, it's just a hop, skip, and a jump down to Milwaukee to attend the Hood Bush BBQ. I assure you that your attendance should be mandatory. I think that these guys like to party and I even heard that some of them pee weird. 

Frank's Crazy Ass Fender.

A discussion arouse at the Dojo the other day about Crazy Frank's fenders. There seems to be a ton of people out there that like them. I just so happened to bring up that those fenders have never really done it for me, and I'm not the biggest fan of them. Of course Crazy Frank and his magical fender were heavily defended by everyone else at the Dojo. Don't get me wrong, not hating. They are neat, unique chopper parts, my point was that they are one of those pieces that I think are hard to pull off. When they are done right, they rule. This is one of those bikes. 

Joel.

Our homeboy Joel has one of the coolest XS650s around. It was just featured on ChopCult. Go check that business out. And no, I'm not talking about Brandon. Even though his first name is Joel and he too has a bitchin' XS650. Joel has always had a cool XS. Confused yet?

Hard At Work.

I've been busy as fuck lately. Between working my normal job and getting everything in order for Born Free, shits been crazy.

Uncle Ted.

Today he's 2 Natty Lights deep and has already jacked off in Toy's R Us. It's not even 8 o'clock yet.

Ransom Note.

We received this letter at the dojo and I have come up with two things. It's from our BMR banner, and It's in Atlanta.

Wild Hogz.

I got a package in the mail yesterday from my main dudes at Lowbrow Customs. This package contained a nicely executed derby cover of fine arts. Now, Tyler and Kyle are both humble dudes, both of which are filled to the brim with talent. Neither one of them are going to admit or take credit for this masterpiece (wink, wink), but I want to tell the mystery artist that I am very honored to hang this on my wall. Thanks whoever you are.

Nads......

See you at Born Free right?

This Spot.

Rules. We need to go back here.

Ass Burger.

Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions...... in a butt.

Motor Maids.

It's probably going against the unspoken rules of chopperdom, so I'll just say it.  Summer windshields look tight. Shit, everything in this photo looks tight. The bike on the right is kind of chopperish. She replaced her standard buddy peg with a chopper peg. And her hat is kicked to the side a little bit, stating her rebel personality. If it was the 40's or 50's I would totally try to hook up with them for rides on those bikes. I really like summer windshields. 

I guess he's a Bud Light dude.

Our homeboy Gordon documented this amazing paint job at a local bike show. I bet it was easy for the painter. " Ey dude, I want a portrait of me, my dog, and mother fuckin' Bud Light. Ya dig?"

Team Haints.

Juggalos are full of tricks.

What's next dawg? Lighting a joint with a bazooka?! Wicked clownz don't give a fuck! Support your local Juggalo. Miami Ink son. Whoop, Whoop!

Furburger.

J-rod sent me a photo of this flathead he's working on. I wasn't supposed to share it, but I dig it too much to keep this secret a secret. He likes hairy chicks.

Fuck yes we do sports.

And I do it in shorts. And John The Painters panhead is probably the best sports chopper. It has the most dialed in rocker clutch ever. Having a foot clutch instead of a hand clutch allows you to ride with a free hand making it efficient for passes, tackles, or interceptions. 

Action Figure Style.

Dude looks like an action figure that just snatched a bike during a foot chase. It could also be Jesse Ventura's character from Predator in his biker alter ego.

Is this stereotyping?

Who gives a fuck? This genius has a Newport cake. I like smoking too. I'm not a fan of menthols though. Someone needs to request a Black & Mild cake.

Ape Knuckles.

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Big Mountain Run 2012.

Once again, the BMR was way awesome. A weekend secluded in the woods with nothing to do but party. The new location wasn't too awesome, but that was mostly to do with the management and security. I guess that they were used to having Wild Hogs style "biker rallys" with the occasional critter dumping one out and having George Thorogood mixed with Jimmy Buffet cover bands play. When a whole army of real shit heads marches into your venue and decides to take over, then I guess it's normal to be a little on edge. It didn't stop our good time though. There is always more of us than there is of them. We got to see old friends and made new ones. Wrecked a couple of bikes and made working ones not work anymore. Chris Callen knows how to treat his guests, so thanks a ton for the hospitality my man. Here is a scattered mess of random photos that I took.

I told everyone to meet at the Dojo no later than 8:00. That's why everyone showed up at 8:30.

America, fuck yeah.

Lesson learned. If you run a coil made by a certain company that starts with a V and ends with a Twin, your bike might end up in the back of a truck. At least there was air conditioning.

Just some dudes letting their chests get some sun.

We immediately got in trouble with this gun.

Hell yeah we play sports.

Paul now specializes in building custom dunking booths. Get with him for a catalogue of your own. www.bareknuckledunkin'boofs.com

Straight edge.

Chris made us our own banner.

They fuck too.

Voodoo monkey.

Wes.

Doug Furious likes to party.

Make your own hat. It's easy.

Choppers bro, you know.

One good thing about the location was that there is a bar in the middle of the place. A good spot for everyone to gather and make the staff very nervous.

Cock fight.

Between the hot licks coming from the guitars and beer thrown in your face, this is pretty much what it looked like.

Yeah, they had stripper poles. They HAD them. Now they are in some trash can and those boxes are probably in a burn pile.

Yep.

No excuse needed for a shirt to come off.

We kept trying to get Roadside to dump out his lady's knockers, but I guess he was trying to get laid.

Melt your face off. Shred city.

Oh yeah, Eric. Let's hang from the rafters.

Whoa buddy.

Circle pit go!

This is how you have fun.

This is how you hang over.

Don't go chasing waterfalls, find them shits in the woods.

Pantelones? Nope.

Bitch.

An attempt at biker games. This is Warren and Moon going extremely fast and grabbing a mustard coated hot dawg.

Warren Jr. unveiled his new build for the chopper show.

Over the top.

Below the under.

Pretty ass nigga.

Pee pee time.

Tiki pee.

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