Alabama and Barbers has been incredible.

I've given and gotten tattoos, rode motorcycles, caused trouble, and spent time with far away friends for three days straight now. I'm beat and there's still 2 days left!! Here's some pics!

Show Class Milwaukee & my bike works again...

Show Class is about to embark on a "city series" and Milwaukee was fortunate enough to be offered the opportunity to participate. We have about 1/2 of the content shot and ready at this point. We shot one of Warren's bikes tonight and were lucky enough to have a babe friend of ours model on it as well. You'll have to stay tuned to see the results.

Oh and I got my bike back together with the new oil tank. A huge amount of credit is due to Dana's exceptional welding skills on my rear exhaust pipe.

Photos below of the exhaust fab and me with some hog brothers earlier in the week.

I don't really care too much to ever own a knuck (unless they stop costing $20k) but this thing is pretty awesome. Definitely one of my favorite modern choppers I've seen.

Up The Punx

Busy as fuck

So I've been busy as shit lately working and moving so I haven't posted anything. Fortunately I've been able to ride my motorcycle a lot...unfortunately it's to and from work and it's getting colder than shit. It was in the 30s the other day. Oh well. Still love riding.

Hood Bush by Show Class

So you've heard all the stories and seent all the pics... Now you get to see what we did that fine weekend in July all in hi def video. Huge thanks to Tim, Wesley, all the fine people at Show Class, and most importantly, everyone who showed up to our party and made it everything we hoped it would be.

See ya next summer!

http://vimeo.com/49752134

Ride In Peace Ron Felix

Ron is the father of one of my oldest friends, Jed Felix. I drove to Fargo for the funeral and burial this weekend. I spent all day and night on Saturday with Jed, his old lady Megan, and his mom and sister. All the while amongst other family and friends. We slept in today and Megan cooked Jed and I breakfast while we flipped through old copies of In The Wind. Before I knew it I was departing as fast as I had arrived. It was a good weekend even though it was under such undesirable circumstances. I heard story after story all weekend about Ron's life. Every one being better than the last. He was a biker in every sense of the word. I was lucky enough to get a couple pictures in his garage last night. The pic of him on the trike was taken in 1978.