The Smoke Out...

I missed it this year. With a three week old at home, rain, and a birthday party the night before I had planned on leaving, I just decided to skip it. I found some pics on the JJ though that cracked me up. Someone actually took pictures of Cobb's bike and two that Bubba (http://www.twistedthrottlechoppers.com/) built.

Cobb's bike:

Bubba's two:

Seth...

My buddy Seth invited me over tonight to look at his garage full of killer parts. I need to raid this shit. He was trying to figure out what kind of intake to run on his '57 Pan. He apparently has an original S&S velocity stack with bell cover as well as a REAL DEAL Roth bird deflector (with Roth cast into it by Randy Smith from CCE). Fuck, I gotta take pictures of this shit.

His everyday ride is a '74 Shovel in a '52 wishbone (with flattened downtubes for the horn).

Neglect...

It's what I have been doing to this site, and it is what I have been doing to my CFL...change is inevitable.

Had something come up over the weekend...

Enter Jake:

Another fucking bike night...

Here is Tim Quick, owner of Oultlaw Custom Seats. He made my tank panel and tool bag for me. He also made this Shovelhead. Look out for it in The Horse after The Smoke Out.

Here's the ugly mother fucker Cobb again.

Frydizzle

Finally got to ride the R1 to work today. I was excited about finally leaving the car at home and saving some money on gas. I get about 5 miles from the house and the bikes fuel light comes on haha. So much for that.

It was a nice ride into work, had an altercation with a new Z06. After he caught up I gave him a thumbs up, those are really nice cars and I'm not really a "domestic" type of guy. I'd own the hell out of the 2009 Dodge Challenger though. Hmm.

Saw some disheartening news about a 22 year old guy and a 20 year old passenger that died last night while running from the cops. It's just sad really. Senseless to run. If they get you for speeding who cares, pay the ticket and do what you need to do, grow up, they got you and you had it coming. I'm guessing these kids thought Georgia had a no pursuit policy until the pursuit began and by that time they were screwed, so it was get away or die trying. Well, you didn't get away. I don't get it. I don't ever do anything stupid when I have a passenger on the back especially. I may cut loose now and then but its always within control and not to show off, its becuase I enjoy it and it feeds the adrenaline a little bit. I've also got the race license to back it up and probably over 200+ hours of on-track experience. This isn't about me though. My heart goes out to the family of the girl that died, it surely wasn't her choice to run, I bet she was scared for her life the entire time but thought "It could never happen to me". Poor thing. Rest in peace.

This weekend looks boring again. Time for beer and movies and some riding.

Teeters out.

Give me some head!!!

Just for the fuck of it...a little pinstriping. This is my e'ryday helmet:

Welcome Rob...

Since Rob brought up guns, I'll show some too. Here's my carry piece...Walther PPS 9mm:

Compared to the size of the bear paw:

No riding tonight....

So it's pretty crap weather tonight which means the new bike will have to stay in the stable tonight. Instead I decided to partake in some other beer drinking adventures. I'm sampling some of Trader Joe's house brand beer, this one is the Vienna style and quite good stuff. Also, my belgian ale is in the keg now so I sampled it a little as well. Not quite mature, still a little young in flavor, but should be pretty good with another week or so. I went shooting the other day so the Kimber is due for a little cleanup as well. Tomorrow should be better weather so we'll get back to some riding!

So here's a thought....

I haven't been out on the R1 in a little while. It's going to be a year old in August and it just turned 1200 miles. I haven't been making the 1 hour commute to my office on the bike lately, I've been driving my car. I'm standing at the pump today and have an interesting thought as it closes on the 70 dollar mark.

I scan the sky all around me and notice how it doesn't look like rain one bit. In fact, it is clear as can be and a light blue sky as the sun comes up. I start to realize that I put way too much stock in the weather man. I mean, I've raced in the rain, why am I not interested in riding in the rain?

My thought progression continues. Due to the weatherman telling me it was going to rain today and most of the week, I left the beautiful blue R1 power monger in the garage. I left its fuel efficiency behind me in order to stay dry. That doesn't make much sense as my money is far more important than my clothing lately.

I think the weathermen around the world have a deal with the fuel companies. They tell all of the world its always going to rain or have "scattered thunderstorms" so a lot of riders leave the bikes at home in leu of less hassle and more comfort.... This, in turn makes them drive their cars, use more gas and thus continue to drive the price of fuel upwards towards the stratosphere.

Probably just a conspiracy theory, but it sure could hold water in a Mel Gibson movie.

Guess its time to buy some rain tires.

Suckerpunch Sally's...

I like the bikes these guys make for themselves. They just come out clean as shit. Here was their entry in The Smokeout last year.

DAAAAAS BOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!

Sometimes it's best to show your friends how to drink some fucking beer (even if you have to start them out small)!

AHDRA Drags

We went to the Harley drags this weekend. It made me want to start doing this shit...especially that Ironhead!

CB750...

I have had a hankerin' for a CB to chop up recently. I have seen some pretty badass bikes on the Jockey Journal, but those kinds are few and far between in my neck of the woods. Last night I was at a bike night (I know, I know but the place serves Terrapin Rye on draft) and a dude pulls up on this. It's a 1973 CB750 Super Sport. The guy said he bought it new...awesome.

Brian's Busted Lip...

Gettin' sucker punched is a mother fucker...so is gettin' stitches:

SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!!!!

Zach Saligoe from Atlanta Monster Cycles held a bike show at Antigua Tex Mex on Sunday. He bartends there on the weekends, so he tried to put something together. If nothing else it was a good excuse for all of us to get together and drink beer...like we need an excuse.



Bikes on display from Nasty Cycles and Atlanta Monster Cycles (get the fuck out of the way, Brian):

Here's Brian and Cobb's dumbasses. Two of my number ones. They work at Wicked Ways...you want paint done, that's where it's at. Brian's got a busted lip right there. I will post more on that later though.

Dammit, I need to pay better attention to this place...

Here is my homeboy Rob's new toy. He just picked it up a couple of weeks ago.

Beer...It's What's For Dinner.

I went to Williams Sonoma the other day to get my mom a Mother's Day present and I ran across this book. I went ahead and bought it. It gives a lot of info of breweries from all over the world and tells you which regions particular beers come from. Beer+learning=drunken fun.

Nothing since last Wednesday?

I haven't posted a damn thing because I have been like a cat covering up shit since I got back in town.

A guy named Danny Franssen from Belgium builds some of the baddest ass Softails and I stole this picture from a thread on Jockey Journal because I think the paint on it is badass. I hope Danny doesn't mind.

McGuire's Irish Pub...

If you ever go to Destin, stop in to this place for food and beer. They brew their own beer (2 kinds of ale, a stout, and a porter) and have EXCELLENT food. They also offer a drink called the Irish Wake that is supposed to put your dick in the dirt. I thought I would give it a try.


The large green cherries are no match for the bear paws:As far as the food, the have a variety of shit...I thought I would be bold and try the Peanut Butter Burger. That's right, a 3/4 lb. slab of cow in between two buns covered in peanut butter. Everyone thought it sounded gross, but I passed it around the table and to everyone's surprise it was a hit. I will have to make my own now.