Lacquer Lungs, Acetone and Acetylene..

Man this paint takes a while to dry, things had to go, other people can own chunks of the bikes.  Wrenches flying around, mind melting torch fumes.. Wizards toting bronze rods and flux paste.  Short story long, doing "real" paint jobs is a pain-in-the-ass...  Why rip apart a perfectly functioning bike?  Sometimes you just have to move on, or maybe it's just winter..  Get in there, hole up, get the heater cranking and get anti-social.

40 And Raining...

  Why won't it just snow already?

Haggard, In The Wind.. In The Woods...

Via Taylor at taylorbrubakerism.com  Cruising out to Haggard In The Woods..

Treasure-Roll Continued..

650, Shorts, Smokes, Style.

“Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.”  -HST

Forking By Freaks..

6 over fork tubes hopping this thing up to dual sport ground clearance.