Lotta shit goin on here.

Classic lines

I don't know why I'm going this way. I hate when people snivel, bitch or complain about other people's ways. Anyhow I was sittin in my garage tonight havin a couple beers, lookin at my babies. I start thinkin about rides I've been on and the things people say. We rode old bikes last year, or we were in a hurry. Different reasons why the people didn' take that thing they built out this time. All of us have legit reason's, my shits not always in tip top shape. My ass isnt't in the saddle as much as I'd like either. But if it is, it's on something I put time, blood and sweat into. Breaking down sucks but leaving on something you timed, tuned, welded, fucked up and greased is something that is unexplainable. I'm sorry for whining and now I'm done but I wanted to release the demons.

I think I'm gonna close her up.

Im in love with this.

This is how I feel alot of mondays.

Fri.

I stole it somewhere and its probably been seen before but its insane and I love it.

Man I hate J.P's shit like this, but I guess DUI's and blown motors put a little damper on your spirits.

A trumpet in Vinces garage.

Phoenix was one helluva ride. I think the Love cycle party had some killer bikes but we were to busy wrenchin to take any pictures. It was a 12 hour ride in. Vince got a flat in Indio, Thanks to Valley choppers for the free tube change. I ran out off gas three times. And Danny's Shovel blew the electronic gizmo in the Mallory distributer. Another Thanks to the old time biker and his hippie old lady who gave him a ride the rest of the way to love cycles. Thanks is also due for Jerimiah for lettin us have full access to his shop. He had what we needed and got us back on the road. Super cool guy. The ride home was almost like the ride in. Danny blew the oil pump just east of state line and fried his top end. We left him on the side of the road with a bottle of water and his old lady on the way. Vince got one hell of a vibration about a 100 miles later and we finished the ride doin about 65. O ya outside off runnin out of gas my pan ran fine. PANHEADS forever.

Friday

Haven't posted much been busy in the garage trying to get something runnin for Pheonix. The Pans ready and the shovels staying home. This is one of the Mann pictures stapled to the Roof.

Why not

An old one from Long Beach swap. I thought it was pretty cool.

I cant remember if I stoled this one or not. Anyhow its Casey's trump next to my pan up at the chicken for the street chopper release.

Happy new year. I thought I'd start it off with something a little modern. My friend Hippie Brians twin cam, Kick only, jockey shift, peel out machine. Not all new bikes suck.