Fall, from what I'm told is...

 

 Gun meet bra-strap.

 Long term money-pit.

Brazed bars, mouldy curves.

Not So Haggard Fabrication...

Done for that one show?  Yeah right..  Who could be so brave?  6 days to go..  More like ready for the grocery store!  I'm sure the show and shine will be great, cross those fingers and get fried.  KFC..  60w oil like a gravy boat crankcase in these temps.  Fat man veins..  High pressure for the season..  Cardiac arrest on a 5 minute jog..  Pickle that nickel..

Jim's Soapbox Derby Edition Ironhead.. Rollin'

Holi-Dazed...

Not really too much to say, everything from bowling to a new year, new bikes and bad jokes..

.070 Over.

Whelp it's that time of year again... Bikes are torn half apart, parts in the mail, ideas brewing in minds, forcing buddies to sit on bikes for the good ole' squint test..  Jim had no luck finding a 750 Triumph on CL as of late and with a BSA being out of the question, he managed to go hog-wild and found himself a 63' HD Ironhead.. Complete with bias-ply tire, shit-crazy rake and chromed cases.. Bad idea?  Wait, aren't all of our pointless quests based upon the so called "bad ideas"...  Anyhow, we pulled it apart and luckily engine parts existed within, rebuild time.. 

Garage Days...