Chopper Boogie.

Bars Needed.

I'm in need of some Biltwell Aces bars. Let me know if you can help. Thanks players. NickResty@Gmail.com

I was so wasted......

I was so wasted 
I was a hippie 
I was a burnout 
I was a dropout I was out of my head 
I was a surfer 
I had a skateboard 
I was so heavy man, I lived on the strand 
I was so wasted 
I was so fucked up 
I was so messed up 
I was so screwed up I was out of my head 
I was so jacked up 
I was so drunk up 
I was so knocked out, I was out of my head 
I was so wasted 
I was wasted.

Willow.

A View From The Road.

Labor Day weekend was pretty cool. Instead of sitting around the house cooking out and watching football, or whatever the average person does on Labor Day, we got on the bikes and hit the woods. We left Birmingham and went to north Alabama, and eventually came home from the east. We never left the state, but we didn't need to. We have plenty of badass nature shit here.

J Body wanted to give his new bike its first real miles, so he let Shane take his Sportster.

We have amazing highways here that run through farmland then jump right into rolling hills.

The road to the first campsite was pretty much a 4 mile long dirt bike trail. More bikes got dumped than didn't.

High as a kite.

A road on the map that heads southeast and is maybe the best in existence? Let me introduce to you Highway 9.

Shane's son, Damian, practicing Duane's trick.

This is really nice ground.

A long day on the road.

Just like the Indians used to. Meeks had to work, but he met up with us the second day and became the hero when we found out that they didn't sell alcohol where we were.

It rained on the way home.

A must do again soon.

Just some dudes and some woods.

Here are some random phone pictures of our good old fashioned camping trip. I'll post more soon.

Perfect.

This is a repost, but I wanted to show you again one of my favorite bikes ever. One of Arlen Ness's early builds. Progression, I guess you would call it, is weird. It's crazy to think that dude was making motorcycles like this, now makes the shit that the general public commonly associates the Ness name with. I'm not talking shit, I'm just saying. Maybe doing it for that long will burn you out on stock frames and springers. Either way, this will still be one of my favorite machines. My shovelhead is heavily influenced off of this era. 

Who's your daddy? What does he do?

Much Needed Camping.

If this fucking hurricane holds out. It's been a while since we have all got together and just rode our bikes to the woods and camped with no particular plan. Wherever we see fit, we camp. If we find a sketchy roadside bar, hang out. If we catch a fish, eat it. See some water, swim. The only organized part of the trip will be to meet at the Dojo on Saturday. And maybe head north first. And maybe bring whiskey. Here are some photos of the regions where we will be.

Good Parenting.

Maybe snakes and kids like each other? I don't know, I don't have kids. I fucking don't like snakes. No ears. I bet the rest of the shitty apartment in this photo rules though. Posters of Violent Jay and Shaggy blessing the walls, maybe Korn and Godsmack too. At least one bong in the corner that has a yin yang or a dragon on it, along with a dragon knife that turns into a bong or has a weed smoking device built into it. A token black friend with blue or blonde hair. The tank for that big ass snake with black lights surrounding it. Stupid looking stains on the carpet from some FourLoko spills. You can't forget the standard t.v. with Playstation 2 either.

Real Photography.

While we were at BMR this year, us and our friends were privileged enough to have Michael Lichter shoot a few photos. It's pretty cool to see photos of yourself riding bikes or doing whatever, especially when they are high quality and taken with true skill and talent. That was rad. BMR is so much fun. Hopefully they move locations next year. Rambling. Sorry. Here's some pictures.