Them's the brakes

Snazzy "new" chrome brake. I've been riding rear brake only on the FXRape Machine for the past few months. I dunno if it's because the pads I put on are over 5 years old and buried under a pile of debris in my backyard or what, but honestly, this caliper seems to kinda suck balls in the stopping department.

Hide the babies

There I was, smoking a cig, mindin' my own damned business. I felt as though someone, nay, someTHING was watching me.....

I still don't know how I made it out of there.....

Beware the Jughead

Marijuana use is not tolerated, PERIOD? "We're bikers, but not outlaws", nevermind the 3 piece patch. "We allow law enforcement into out club". If there ever was a real life Sons of Anarchy, this "club" is it.

I don't have a problem, neccassarily, with cops on bikes. I do have a problem with posers. Just like hipsters shouldn't ride choppers, cops shouldn't be in 3 piece clubs.

Paying for punches

Sometimes when you (Fank) gets drunk, people give the women around you $20 to punch you (Frank) in the face.

Let's swap some meat!

Long Bitch swap meet. Typical in it's faggotry, but was surprised at the amount of sweet tomato Evo deals.

 Ooohhhh, biiiiker...

 I love jacks and Go-Peds!

 I like this Knuckle. Very nice and the deffinition of a bobber.

 Pretty nifty, for a Turnip.

 Oh. My. God. Clay from SOA was selling his bike! I'll pay ANYTHING!

 That's silly.

 Iron Order MC officer's helmets.

Motorcycle parts? Proposterous!

Sturgis, 2011

I went to Sturgis last year. If I have the money, I'm going again this year, mainly because I was unable to get drunk there last year. Anywho, Sturgis is lame. But it can be fun. It's like when you're 18 and you go to Disneyland with your hooligan friends and a bottle of "water". It's that kind of fun. Also, watching the city shut down when Mongols and Hells Angels kick it off is entertaining as well.

 Haggard chicks, dudes wearing pink, and touristy bullshit. It's kind of like a gigantic Cook's Corner.

 There is alot of bizarre custom shit though. I do wonder how far this guy actually rode this thing.

 Deadwood looks nothing like the TV show. What a gyp.

 Better than any chick I saw that weekend.

 I think these chicks may have been hookers.

 A gross long bike and a pirate ship! I love pirates!

 Full Throttle Saloon is held together with bailing wire, gum, hopes and dreams.

 Here's a rat on a cat on a dog. Why? Because motherfuckin' Sturgis.

 The typical broad astride the typical bike. This was 90% of everything in and around Sturgis.

Aaaaaand there's my mule. 3000 miles with no wrist pin retainers, no engine mounts and a broken frame. No big deal.

I got nothin

There has been exactly jack shit going on in the last few days. What am I supposed to do with myself?

Tyranis

A local band called Tyranis played last night at The District Lounge. The place sucks, but alas, it's the only bar in Old Town big enough to actually have bands play. Tyranis still kicked ass though, especially for a last minute Sunday night deal.

New camera time!

Ok, I have been trying to figure out the setting on this new camera. I think I'm getting it.

Tasty tasty

From what I gather around the intertubes, it seems all the coolest of bloggers post pictures of food they are in the midst of eating.

I, personally, do enjoy a vanilla ice cream cone on occasion. It's very biker, don'tcha know. I'm cool now right? RIGHT?

Those daring men on their two wheeled contraptions

It's raining. Raining is not productive to motorcycling, that is until I build my Dakar Rally Sportster. But, since I'm poor and lazy, you get to hear about Speedway instead.

Come, on May 19th in the year 2012, and watch myself and several other morons attempt to race Hadley Davidsons around a little dirt track at Costa Mesa Speedway. 

That would be me, second bike in, astride my Sporty chop. Yes, I am aware of the bikes I was "racing" against that night. Hopefully the FXRape Machine will fair a little better.

The Wayback Machine is still warmed up

Well, my worst fear about this whole blog thing occured on Sunday night. I had a gnarly bump in the road and my super trusty Canon camera was launched out of my handlebar bag and onto the cold, murderous pavement of Santiago Canyon. So, for the time being, you all are going to have to live off surplus (but still mine, in all their glory) awesomeness and much less awesome pics from a 3 year old camera phone.

I love this picture. I want to say it was from back in 2007. My Sporty was less than a month old. Damn it sat low haha. The other bike is Uly Dan's Honda Magna. We decided to ride as far north on the 101 as we could before sunset. Dan got sick in Venture so we crashed near Ojai. The nest day was exciting. Road construction most of the way down PCH, hopped on the 405 just to meet bumper to bumper traffic. Then at Cherry Ave I crashed. Ahhh, the thing that are funny in retrospect.

Slab City 2010

This is what happens when you mix beer, vodka, rum, and whiskey and pile poor judgement on top of it.

The last good motorcycle show there ever was in So Cal, in the way off year of 2010.