Mashed Day..

The turkey's out there, sick fog soaked feather bag.  He's sick like the oversoaked, absorbed mind image troll, taker.  We're totally old school, but with full on technology skills.  Carb clean and make sure those apps aren't running your batteries down.

Small Scale.. Pure Stoke.

Cody's tiny tough bike.  

Caveman, go straight, dirt. Easyriders July 1984.

Heavy Momentum, Change of Plan.

American Primitivism.

Flashbackers..

Simple, classic.

Tiny Town.

Satisfactory Airlines.

  "Hey, you like food?" .. "yea, man!"  ..  "Me Too!"  ..  "Let's be friends" .. "oh shit is that Oreos and cured budget beef franks down there?"  ..  "uh, yeah"  .. "We're going to have to reconsider, I'm an uncured, Newman-O's type of guy"  .. "Fuck you're cool!"  

1973 FX, Pothole Plow..

A whole lot of time packed into a couple months.  Distressed denim and sheetrock dust, resurrection, fuel capacity.  Just got back from Japan, we have so much free space here, and bigger food, but I still crave the magic of yakitori.   

A Journey through film.

Levins HITW-III.  Epic.

HITW III

 Taylor's Haggard Gallery 2014...  Who hauls everyone's garbage/bikes, loans his bike out, blows up a bike, blows off some shells, tippin' over, ranting out, E.T. and whiskey..  Man, HITW Kinfolk articles, piece of shit.

Good spot, good year, safe travels!

Haggard Starts Saturday Morning!!!

Sorry about any confusion, rumors, general weekend concepts, etc...  This next date is the 26th, which is Saturday July 26th... For those who want to be out-of-confused come join the ride out there, starting at the Carver Hangar 16196  Market Road 39 Damascus, OR.  For those later, we'll try and find a piece of glow-in-the-dark-cardboard to staple to a tree.  Around mile 12 on NF-46...   Bring beer, ice, gas, you'll run out. Will buy $20 of shitty hotdogs for durr and refugees.   Slop boil.   Get it together.  Extra Friday.  Construction schedule. 

  

HITW-II

I forgot hot much sun there was, photos from Zach.. Plum Crazy.  

HITW-III (Haggard Again?)

It's on!!!  Click for Super-Sized.

Gunpowder Kid..

Somewhere out in those vibrating heat waves there's the lost child.  Wandering the neighborhood gathering discarded fireworks from the 4th, scraping out un-burnt gunpowder into a mason jar.  A real hero he'll be, low-voltage garage door wire, 9-volt battery.  Riding down the torn up road on a bmx in big knee wading boots, jumping ruts and throw it over the fence.  Everyone had their own story for how the cliff came to be, he figured the water did it.  A tree overhung the slope, barely secured by scarred roots, below the water was roaring as it fell off into a dark tunnel.  Today wasn't a day to blow the homemade fire-jar.  The creek was too brown, the air too muggy.  Weight off one's shoulders in a place of no expectation, times more like a crayon than a novel.

Born Free 6

Well, there's always an excuse not to go or not to ride there.  Although circumstances didn't align correctly for riding south...  This year Jim made his way down as one of the many journalists, and to see what it's all about.  Basically the breakdown I got was that it's eye opening, people are building the craziest bikes, whether they're famous or not.  Also that the preconceived notions of cool guy contest, and talking shit out of insecurity, envy or lack of ambition is pointless.  We are all into this for different reasons and all take it as far as effort and funding will let us.  All in all it's great seeing time and imagination spent on personal creations.  The soul has not been sucked out.  The real world exists.  Thanks for the photo report dude!!

"Yesterday I sat on a Amtrak train next to a Hungarian man who told me his story of when he came to the US. He worked hard and sacrificed motorcycle racing just so his family could have a good life here. It made it think of how many spoiled people born are so quick to complain about living here, and it bums me out. I love this country."  -Jerome D'James Baaske

Have a great holiday weekend!

Grass Field event number....

Fuck a grass field... 

Haggard in the Woods III will be tucked deep this year, the dates are July 26, 27, 28...  Rounding up a big group to cruise out together this year, early Saturday.  We're hoping to get our hands out of the gutters and asses out of the lawn chairs this month and bring a new haggard bike into the family.  Get dialin' buddies!!!

A couple months in Jim's camera....

3 bikes blown apart in a dusty rectangle, motor builds while grinders plunge, it all worked out, really learned how to take it slow, too much mess, chill man, each night defined a space.  When the leather couch was breathing we realized the meaning of choppers.  So in that realization our bikes handle unlike sports.

Less words, more effort will result in better times.  If you can't keep up on it, don't talk about it. 

Thanks Jim for capturing the pieces...  Lets get campin'..  

5 buck hotrod, three on the tree, let's just forget that morning, good hanging dudes!...

 In the mechanical world when delusions become dialed the universe aligns to erase the thought.  Throw him a beer, forget it.  Dust off the bench, lower the lights and stare at the beast.

Mattress Sale..

Haggard Souvenirs  Forgot these were laying around, once all the generic-ass shirts are gone the fancy art shirts and hats can go to print.  This is no retail store, just small batches from working-class folks.  

Sometimes it's not for burning..

Recently had a chance to branch out from bikes and fabricate some clean bases and fixtures for Miguel Rivera's wood creations.  The floating/pivoting bed was a beast.  Check out more from his wood lair... Its all wood

Full frontal flashback.

Double Dating.

Take a step back from the everyday hustle, listen to the highway haul, burn all those scraps you've been saving.  When second job's too much a load, blast on down the backin' road.  Freedom, and beers in trucks, cutoff jeans...  Today's new pop country aside.  Need to replace elk with dirtbike for Lil' Em Jean.  

97266'ers

A mere couple miles down the road from this here place, many years ago was the home of Portland fat tire beasts... BC Choppers.  Thanks to whoever scanned this stuff up.  Pertinent filler material while my rolls of film wait.

She cried ketchup.

Some head in the clouds original shit.  Something stirred the feeling out, no need for comparison.  The mountain doesn't care, border control does.  Straight off early retirement and back to the lumber stack.  Dirty dude has dusting obsession, simple; clean that.

The One Show...

Another year gone by, appreciate those who put true time into their craft.  Sometimes we get hung up on those who skim the surface, fool their way into the light.  But when it's all said and done, the genuine ones shine through.  Out there there's a world not so insta, where costume parties and ass kissing do not get you respect. They ask for the secret, stay silent and give it your all.  These machines are limitless.  Thanks to everyone who has helped, inspired, let me cut their bike apart or trusted me with paint.  Enjoy

-Dirty

Dry spell we be having..

It's been busy, too much sand in the water.  See you in 6.

D'james Jerome Raymond Baaske III

The movement was right.  About time for a brew at Slim's and a quick blast up Willamette.