Party Through It.

That's a valuable phrase that I learned recently from Kyle and Fauser.

J Body On Daytime T.V.

Every now and then, J Body has to go over to Fox 6 and be on Good Morning Alabama to show folks the joys of cooking up some fancy shit. Oh you didn't know that dude knew how to chef? Let alone have a Haint prepare food for you? Hidden talents my friends. J Body just so happens to be a food wizard. I bet he taught the public how to cook hot dogs. Chef Ramsey lookin' ass nigga.

1. Bring the water to a boil.

2. Drop the hot dogs into the boiling water.

3. Turn the heat down to medium-high and allow the hot dogs to boil for five to seven minutes or until done.

4. Remove the cooked hot dogs with tongs and shake off any excess water.

5. Place the hot dogs in fresh hot dog buns.

6. Enjoy.

Ride To Swim.

I'm looking forward to Labor Day weekend.

The Misfits This Saturday.

Well, kind of. This local Misfits cover band, Braineaters, are playing.  They are probably the best Misfits cover band around. Get ready for circle pits and front flips. Matthew's Bar.

No Big Deal.

The factory workers probably hated knuckleheads. 

The Weed Steed is For Sale.

Unfortunately, Duane has to sell the Weed Steed. If you want to own a real life chopper, then this is your chance. Hit him up at duane_boatright@yahoo.com.

Period Correct.

I'm pretty sure that this portrait qualifies. Mid eighties. I'm guessing Akron, Ohio or any other midwestern small city. I would love to find that shirt.

Still Going

Summer's almost over but we're still partying... like these fools.

Wizard Sleeve.

Shit Falcon hits me up, "Dude, check out Harley Davidson's Facebook page" I say, "Facebook, is for posers. Myspace is what's up. You can personalize your home page to express and better fit your personality." He says, "Your bike is the one of the day. You've made it big bro." Lichter photo.

Critter.

This is like a text book example of a critter. Check those chains. It's like a hybrid of Flavor Flave and Wesley Snipes.

Upper Left Hand Corner.

There's a dick drawn in the closet.

"It feels like the first time...... It feels like the very first time."

Rex, a.k.a. Slop Dawg, scooped up his first Harley the other day. And it just so happens to be an FX shovelhead that has been sitting in a garage since the 80's. Not a bad score my dude. Congratulations. Now clean up your garage.

Choppy Party.

My buddy Raph is throwing a party/bike show this Saturday at his shop a little bit south of Birmingham. If you are looking for something to do or need an excuse to ride your bike somewhere this Saturday, well here you go.

That's What's Up.

Chopper Camping.

Since this blog kind of acts as a bulletin board for the crew, I'm just going let everyone know about a camping trip that's being planned Labor Day weekend. Which is September 2nd or some shit. Depending on who has to work and when, it may be a repeat of Duane's bachelor party run. Now nobody can say that they didn't know about it when we head out to camp. This is your invitation.

Saturday Pimpin'.

Saturday turned out to be pretty awesome. We went to the High Five Fest and it was better than it could have been. The bands killed it, lots of bikes, and I haven't been that hammered in a long time. A few guys showed up from out of town too, which is rad due to it pretty much just being a local shindig. Our buddy Shaun rode his panhead up from way down south, got a flat tire about an hour away, and hitched a ride to the Dojo from a Juggalo couple. No shit. Shaun said that they were eating beef jerky and chugging Monster the whole trip to Birmingham. That was really nice of them. Nathan also showed up on his dreamy knucklehead. He rides that bike everywhere. Enough babbling. Here's a few photos.

The Weed Steed is back to life. Duane is trying to buy a house in civilization where the rest of us live, so it's officially for sale. If you are interested, let any of us know.

Shaun's bitchin' panhead getting it's inner tube changed. I've never had a tire blow up in my face before then. That shit sucks. Think about every scene in any war movie where something blows up and everything is quiet and ringing amongst chaos. That's exactly what it's like. Shaun, you're welcome at the Dojo any time.

Nathan and his bad mother fucker. It's always good to see this hombre. He is one of those dudes that will surprise you and show up at whatever you throw at him. He's ridden that knucklehead more miles than the majority of folks ride new bikes.

Sup. Ape Knuckles is really good at posing and peeing backwards.

Kustom Jeff and his kustom kamera. It's always fun to shoot the shit with this guy.

I didn't take any photos after the sun went down, but it got pretty chaotic. Everyone made it back safely, so I guess that's all that matters. I hope that the Bottletree continues to do this show.

1936.

I wonder if anything would have changed if all of these badasses knew that they would be able to buy a house, put their grandchildren through college, go to Disney world, and take baths in golden nuggets with the money that their old hillclimber knuckleheads will be worth in 70 years.

As American As Taco Bell.

I love this dude. He's as a pimp. Do you realize how many times he has saved our country from bad guys and destruction? Fuck you if you disagree.

Koozie And Destroy.

I still get stoked when people send me koozie photos. It's hard to believe that there are still some out there. Does anyone know where to get blank white koozies?

Livin' It.

One of the great ones in my opinion when it comes to old biker photography. No explanation needed.

Critter Faces.

You may think that these expressions have to do with Olympic competitions, when in fact they are expressions of mid-poop.

Here's a reminder.

That if you are a local, then you should be at the High Five Fest this Saturday. You don't even have to be a local. Some of those sweet B.D.A.C. babes from Atlanta might even show up. Really good bands, beer, maybe a few choppers. There's nothing like partying during the day. 

I'm still searching for a stock length springer....

.... please let me know if you have one that you are willing to part with. In an ideal world I would like it to be black and offset, but I'm open to other options. 

These Are Too Good.

I found these flicks on the MC Art blog and had to borrow them. I think that I read that they are from '66. Along with the hair and the attitude, these bikes kill it. 

Party.

More Hood Bush.

Here are some riding shots taken by the homeboy Luke Mouradian.