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.

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

Old Friend Finds New Home..

Fully Retarded rides the short bus...

Whelp, after a good couple years of oil soaked fun runs the BSA B25 "Fully Retarded" has found a new home.. To a wild old man who's ready to rip the thing around in the backwoods of Central Oregon.  Now turned into cash/room for other projects, Evo Harleys, Clif Bars, tie-rod ends, real road-trips and Jesus Christ himself.. Time to build something fully advanced..