Hands like his Grandpa Frank's, I think we'll change his name to "Bull".
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Almost ready...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Burn Rubber, Not Your Soul Shirts
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Donnie Smith Bike Show March
My new favorite site...
http://www.chopcult.com/AngriestBeaver/classifieds/5715/
New shirts are coming!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Jerk on a Harley
However, when making a little jaunt around the city or a short trip out of town, I get tired of this full-on wave thing to "Sunday drivers". I don't care if you are on an American made bike, a German made bike or some plastic piece-of-shit I want to throw up on. I find waving every 15 seconds grows tiresome. Especially, on a 90 degree day, if the "bikers" are clad entirely in new shiny leather, a full-face helmet with a NASA-like two-way radio system so they can chat on their 50 mile ride. Not to mention if they went to their dealership and bought everything brand-name from pants and shirts to socks, belts and underwear so everyone can be sure to know they're "bikers".
Sure a few of these people put thousands and thousands of miles on every year sporting their logo enhanced gear, but a good majority of them are weekend warriors riding between ice-cream shops and I just don't have a fucking thing in common with any of them. Frankly, I feel like I'm waving to the enemy.
To me being an American is embracing the full-on, guts-and-glory mentality of the people that first came to America. They didn't wear helmets. Can you see John Wayne wearing a helmet? Or Sitting Bull? George Washington? Stonewall Jackson? Perhaps if they'd had them, but it sure as hell didn't stop them.
Yes, yes, I get the whole dying on the asphalt, invalid, statistics thing. But when I see those people all "safety-upped" riding around, they just somehow strike me as sooo un-American. Its almost as if they are spitting on the Constitution. And sometimes I just can't wave.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Ayahuasca in my Blood by Peter Gorman
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
It Lives!
We refrained from going out Friday night, got up early and went to work in the shop. We got the magneto installed in fairly good order which was our biggest fear. The "directions" that came with it left a little to be desired but we waded through them anyway. After remembering to hook up a "kill switch" ( bare wire to frame, which was perhaps grand thinking), remembering to plug the oil drain line, a completely faulty carburetor that came from a "friend", and a half an hour of Nate kick starting the sucker, it finally took off. I think we both shit our pants when it finally did, as we had become lulled by the process. Nuts! I feel a little like I've been witness to a creation by Victor Frankenstein. Quite the Red Letter Day! And we only started it all less than a year ago...:)
Now to get it passed by the DOT!
Check out the video below...