1987 FXRS FOR SALE

I've got a 1987 FXRS for sale.  I bought this bike back in October with the intention of turning it into a bike for my wife and I to ride.  I've been slowly getting it together and working on it when I had time.  I recently came across another bike (from the widow of an old friend who passed away) so it is time to let this one go.  It is 90% ready to tear ass down the road, but does need a little work to get her solid as fuck.  I'm only asking $3,500.00 cash money.  I might consider 3,500 items off the Wendy's dollar menu but we'll just have to see how hungry I am at the time you contact me.  I'm really leaning toward the cash though.  I would rather you come pick it up, but I am not opposed to shipping it with the use of your checking account.  (in other words if I ship it, you are gonna pay for the shipping).  You can contact me at mephotis@gmail.com or nick@bannerdigitalprintingandpublishing.com. 
PEACE!
Brunson

Bad Mother Fuckers.

Dojo Addition.

So, we officially have a ramp at the Chopper Kai Dojo. It's not the biggest, it's not the widest, but it's just right. Super fun. We are all going to get in shape and shit. BBQ ramp jam sessions have commenced. Even more of an excuse to not go to the bar.

Dump 'Em Out.

Chase Stopnik sent me this. He's got good style.

Portrait.

Bro....

  You smell like cocoa butter dawg.

And if Ape Knuckles was a spray-tanning, clubbing, Jersey Shore-ed out bro......

He'd look like that dude.

Jeffery Goldbloom, Esquire.

Ask Duane to tell you about Jeff Goldbloom almost running him over while he was skating in Hollywood.

Buds.

Chillin'.

This is what happens when DLaw takes control of Polaroids.

Salt Life.

We went to the beach and partied. Did lots of ocean exploring, boozing, and riding around. Didn't leave the house too much because it was right on the water, and it was big and badass. I think this may turn into a yearly tradition. There's nothing like really taking a vacation. Not going out of town and talking to like minded chopper folk about chopper shit and the chopper way of life...... but going out of town on your bike, with your friends, with absolutely no plans and nothing to do.

Old Chopper Paint.

Sometimes you just can't beat it....

Right Near Da Beach.

So we've decided to go and explore the Gulf of Mexico. Beach critters. Get loose and don't do shit for a few days. Tune out and find that Jimmy Buffet-ish margarita tiki bar. Figure out a way to make a jet ski or sail boat. Try not to go to jail. Get a pooka shell necklace and henna tattoo. There will be no blog-o-rama attention for a few days, so here's some photos that Devin shot of a BBQ at the Dojo.

Party.

Acsording to the Meeks Mon, this is us at the beach.

P.O.V.

I really like seeing photos from this view. 

Cha cha cha cha cha changes......

I'm slowly giving my Sportster a slight makeover. I put this springer on for a test run and it made the cut.