Battery box 2...

Good friends...

Happy birthday, Justin. We love you.

Sportster timer FS...

$100 shipped. Brand new.

New whip...

The license plate says LVNLGE.

Merry Christmas...

I hope your shit was fantastic.

Duncan Metals...

Find him on Instagram. The dude does good work and will inlay a knife with whatever you can come up with. @duncanmetals

Done...for now...

Might speed hole it or church it some more.

Let there be light...

Since finding out about the little Ballistic Evo batteries, those are all I want to use on kick-only, mag bikes. I'm the same way about the Pollak marine switches with the magneto ground stud. So I started making up a wiring/battery/ignition box this weekend. It's smaller than a regular battery box, it's aluminum, and it will hold all of the junk and tuck out of the way. I thought about hiding it, but it's not too offensive to the eye as it sits, so we'll see.

You have the right to remain partying...

Time Bomb's dirty cop bike.

Oh great...

Now I'm in for it. The neighbor got his kid a CRF 50f for Christmas. Well, it's in my garage and Jake won't stay off of it. Notice the mouth? He's making "brmm" noises.

Headlight bracket...

Working on a headlight bracket for the Ironhead. The last owner had it mounted all janky (like most of the work he had done on the bike). This thing should be done by the end of February and will have a whole new look.

More good tuneage...

Expand your mind.

Johnny Got His Gun...

I remember this video from when I was elementary school. This was insane...it was not like anything else that they played on daytime MTV (you had to watch Ricky Rachtman on Headbanger's Ball to get past the swarms of NKOTB and Debbie Gibson garbage).

Case paint...

Don't do it. It came right off with a wire brush though.

Pork Soda...

Les Claypool would be proud.

Stable...

Only one runs now, but by June all three will be in good shape. I'm gonna make a silk purse out of a sow's ear with that 1960 XLCH.

Super Bee...

Got an FMA stack on the cheap, so I nabbed it for this piece of shit bike.

This mutt found its way to my house...

Hmmm...again...

Wheelbarrow photo bomb...

So I steal this picture of this 45" flatty because I dig the look (other than the white wall), but it takes me a minute to notice the background...WHERE THERE SITS A RAD ASS WHEELBARROW HOT ROD!!!

This made me laugh...

If I see you spell "manual" wrong, this is what you get.

Plans...

Hmm, what's going through my head?

Blue skies and old bikes...

The product of your labor...

Spend time doing something you enjoy and expand your skills and the fruits of your labor will give you continuous enjoyment.

Happy Thanksgiving...

Be thankful for a free country, badass bikes, gun ownership, all of your blessings...and of course, hot chicks.

One of the best ever...

Black, white, red, brown, old, young, blind, deaf, or dumb...if you don't move your ass or bob your head when you hear this song, then you suck as a person.

 

Amazing weekend...

I took my 4 year old to his first game. It was like a dream.

That'll do...

Shaved...

Blend and smooth...

They're mismatched anyway...

The cases both have '51 belly numbers, but they aren't the same so to run the mag, I shaved the relay boss.

Daydreaming...

Getting ready to start on the motor build

What the future holds...

For months now this site has been neglected. Hell, blogs themselves have become neglected since their rise in popularity because of the influx of Instagram accounts (nice buy, Facebook). Because of that, I guess the idea of a blog being a cool thing is kind of on it's way out the door. What do I know, I can't believe I can make it this far, since I have trouble even turning on a computer some days. 

 

I started this site nearly 5 years ago with the intention of it being an outlet for my random pictures and a chalk board for the ideas in my head. Since then things changed from this to that, it grew and shrank, it became something else and then that something dwindled. People come and go and your ideals change over time, but that doesn't mean that you can't get back to basics.

 

Thanks to all of the people who looked at the site over the nearly 5 years and please continue to read if you find my rantings entertaining. I've got a Pan build that I'll be diving head first into this winter and I plan on upgrading a lot at my home shop before next summer. Maybe I'll do some other t-shirts to sell or give away or set on fire...who knows?

 

In the meantime, here are some recent stolen pics that I think show some tastefully done, in their own respect, motorcycles.

 

Trust no one. All things eventually come to pass.

 

-Jarrod

 

 

New Neurosis

Every once in a while an album comes out that kinda reanimates your passion for a particular kind of music. I love stoner doom and have for years, but I've found myself dwindling on music recently because of the lack of things that really make me feel that thing that soothes the savage beast. The new Down is good enough, but nothing too droning or cathartic that makes me get lost in it. I managed to get a digital copy of Shrinebuilder's live in Belgium 20 minute montage, and the live Yob album is something of greatness, but nothing has really transcended my expectations otherwise.

 

Until this came out last week. Holy. Shit.

 

 

 

Vegas trip...

Tunes for the plane.

Who paints a tranny top red?

A letter...

To my buddy Billy Dee.

Mmmmm...

Slaw, pickle, jalapeño, roasted pepper hummus burger.

Pumpkin pie...

Almost over...now to smash them.

Happy Halloween...

Shaving tapered legs...

Next up...

I'm slowly making progress...slowly. An no, that back wheel is not staying.

Dirty...

But I won't clean it.