Equal Opportunity

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Cars don't kill bikers...

Stupid Ass Drivers DO!!!

Bikers Creed

I ride because it is fun. I ride because I enjoy the freedom I feel from being exposed to the elements, and the vulnerability to the danger that is intrinsic to riding. I do not ride because it is fashionable to do so. I ride my machine, not wear it. My machine is not a symbol of status. It exists simply for me, and me alone. My machine is not a toy. It is an extension of my being, and I will treat it accordingly, with the same respect as I have for myself. I strive to understand the inner-workings of my machine, from the most basic to the most complex. I will learn everything I can about my machine, so that I am reliant upon no one but myself for its health and well being. I strive to constantly better my skill of control over my machine. I will learn its limits, and use my skill to become one with my machine so that we may keep each other alive. I am the master, it is the servant. Working together in harmony, we will become an invincible team. I do not fear death. I will, however, do all possible to avoid death prematurely. Fear is the enemy, not death. Fear on the highway leads to death, therefore I will not let fear be my master. I will master it. My machines will outlive me. Therefore, they are my legacy. I will care for them for future bikers to cherish as I have cherished them, whoever they may be. I do not ride to gain attention, respect, or fear from those that do NOT ride, nor do I wish to intimidate or annoy them. For those that do not know me, all I wish from them is to ignore me. For those that desire to know me, I will share with them the truth of myself, so that they might understand me and not fear others like me. I will never be the aggressor on the highway. However, should others mess with me, their aggression will be dealt with in as severe manner as I can cast upon them. I will show respect to other bikers more experienced or knowledgeable than I am. I will learn from them all I can. However, if my respect is not acknowledged or appreciated, it will end.I will not show disrespect to other bikers less experienced or knowledgeable than I am. I will teach them what I can. However, if they show me disrespect, they will be slapped. It will be my task to mentor new riders, that so desire, into the lifestyle of the biker, so that the breed shall continue. I shall instruct them, as I have been instructed by those before me. I shall preserve and honor traditions of bikers before me, and I will pass them on unaltered. I will not judge other bikers on their choice of machine, their appearance, or their profession. I will judge them only on their conduct as bikers. I am proud of my accomplishments as a biker, though I will not flaunt them to others. If they ask, I will share them. I will stand ready to help any other biker that truly needs my help. I will never ask another biker to do for me what I can do for myself. I am not a part-time biker. I am a biker when, and where ever I go. I am proud to be a biker, and hide my chosen lifestyle from no one. I ride because I love freedom, independence, and the movement of the ground beneath me. But most of all, I ride to better understand myself, my machine, the lands in which I ride, and to seek out and know other bikers like myself.

 -Anonymous-

Mad Max

Let me just say, Max Schaaf is the fucking man.  This dude rules.  In the last month he does a month long coast to coast trip (L.A. to New Jersey) with only the items in the following picture on a ridgid shovelhead motorcycle.  What a fucking blast. 
His blog is http://4qconditioning.blogspot.com/?zx=e157c916a5e57019.

Check out this dude's stories, pics, and videos from the road. 

In Max's words, "I know many people have done it with less and many do it with more.But to have peace of mind on a 40 year old rigid homemade machine, these are things that i needed."

More fun than a barrel of monkeys

Blue Velvelt

Thank goodness ~T hasn't found one like this or I would have crushed Purple and Vibrant Blue.

I want this shirt. 

'Bout to Crawl out of the Worm Hole

Computers are good in many ways but sitting in front of one of these bastards all day really blows.  It's about time to put some miles on a two-wheeled death machine and forget about the daily curmudgeon.

Parking lot filled with shadows, crisp fall evening air setting in, blazing orange and gold leaves falling from the trees unto my feet, I will turn the key, straighten the wheels, pull the choke, and give her a crank, POP!!!!, she screams as she's roaring herself back to life and just got hit with premium octane and this bitch is about to get angry if I don't calm her down.  Easy girl, push in the choke, let her idle slowly now, potata...potata...potata..., jacket on, helmet on, feeling breezy, climb aboard, "later fuckers" I think to myself as I ease into throttle letting her lean into the street, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, ahhhhh and finally 5th, the world is now rolling at the speed at which I make it exist at.  Life becomes solitary and refined for a moment as the wind screams past my eardrums and into the past.  Life has become Good.

-peace out

Landed in Lee's backyard this summer

From joshkurpius.com

Today is declared "Kick Stupid People in the Nutz Day"

I don't know why, but last night I laid in bed thinking how great it would be if we could declare a Kick Stupid People in the Nutz Day or Week for that matter.  I think it would solve a lot of the bull shit problems we have in society and in our nation.  This would work in several ways.  Example: Your boss asks you a really stupid fucking question or one he already knows the answer to.  Well......KICK him the f'n Nutz.  That right.  Don't speak, just respond with the one ton ho size 11 boot placed squarely in the region that can perpetuate and inject more stupidity into society.  The next time he thinks about asking stupid questions or commenting with assenine remarks, he will ponder over the fact that it may result in leather soles coming into contact with his man hood. 

Of course there will be those individuals who can withstand multiple heel to groin face offs.  These individuals will reluctantly over time stop being stupid or atleast saying stupid shit and it will eventually become detrimental to the region as explained above that will perpetuate more stupid individuals.  Most importantly though, Kicking Stupid People in the Nutz will leave you feeling better about helping out your fellow man and give you a sense of relief that you just don't take shit off of stupid people. 

So let it be declared...Stupid People Suck....and should be kicked in the Nutz.

Percy Sledge and Bobby Blue Bland Concert

Exhaust bracket for the Nightster

My homey scored a set of Vance and Hines short shorts, a 2 up HD seat, and a freaking bad ass homegrown sissy bar for 200 bones.  The front pipe needed an exhaust bracket made because the pipe was moving around.  Something to do on a Wednesday night.  Should have took a pic of them pork chops that were on the grill to. 

Somebody buy me this motor...

and I promise to build a sled righteous enough to call it home.  ~T, that's a hint. 

Panshovel...I will build a bike around a motor like this one day in the near future that will rock yo' stale dirty crusty socks right off of yo' grocery sto' feet...and that's a Promise.

-peace out

The Maple outside my window

Seasons 'a changin'

Watching it Rain

Cool shit

These pics were posted by Flightglide on the Horse BC BackTalk board.  I thought they were badass.

Advice

This pic reminds me of the conversation me and J.G. had with my Uncle last night.  J.G. gets into this discussion with him about tightening primary chains and how to remove them.  My Uncle explains the easy way and J.G. politely tells him it can't be done that way.  The rest of the conversation went something like this, "Boy you 'member dat road you drove in...well that hull motherfucka use ta be gravel rock...and I rode dat damn Harley down it for 25 years for day paved it.  I would come home pull that chain with a piece of wire and a fucking string...clean it w/ diesel fuel...blow it out...soak it in motor oil...and let it drip dry.  Don't tell me that fucking chain won't come out of that hole."  J.G. says, "Hmm...well when that sumbitch breaks...guess I know where to come now."

This picture (not mine) tells a story of a man who religously performed this same procedure almost weekly because that damn gravel rock road would cake that damn primary chain and drive chain with dust and dirt.  That was one long ass gravel road to.  I remember it being that way for years when I would go to visit my grandmother, papa, and my uncle steve.  This was back when 45 was still 2-lane all the way from Meridian up to Aberdeen.  Man it seemed like we would never get there back in those days.  Thanks for the memories Steve.

-peace out

Class

This bike is pure class.  I think this is from the 4Q blog.  I don't remember but this bike is perfect in every sense of the word.  I would cut off a finger for this bike.  Sense that opportunity has not provided itself, I guess I'm gonna do it the old fashioned way and just build wunna 'dem bad sumbitches.