808 memorial time

It is always thought of what we would say to some one for last words. sometimes we go see someone on the day they die. sometimes young death intrudes with such un expected suddenness it is un fathomable. The last time i saw Levi was at a race. his new ktm was ready for a season of trophy hunting and he was as full of it as always. the first of my friends to own a hot rod (barracuda). the first to own a crotch rocket (cbr600). the first to move out of his parents and into his own place (party central). He went to school and became an awesome fearless pilot with a job i could only envy.
Three years ago his borrowed twin engine plane went in hard crossing the rocky mountains. His dad was a reluctant passenger and the wreckage was completely devastating. Little Alpe was the one to find it on his snowmobile. we were all a tight bunch of bros. still are. every memorial day weekend it is on for some serious fun in the name of #808 RIP Levi Klaprich. party on!

I've got a tiger by the tail..

ten foot cliff drop. 50 yard steep downhill to land on as wide as a god damn ocean liner with a volkswagen sized boulder on one end. when i finally sacked up enough to drop it i choose a line purdy damn close to the boulder. the wind blew my front end a bit out, i landed and bounced right into the volkswagen over the bars head first at rapid speed. luckily i broke my heads fall with my arm and this little scratch is all i got. dirt bikes are cool

jumping the shark

ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

living in a motorcycle blog fantasy

sold

Well i finally sold black betty yesterday. lookin at this pic is like looking at old girl friend pics. I got a bunch of sweet kick ass trophies on that bike so i will miss her but Molly is pretty darn good at keeping me warm. Now i just hope that old black betty keeps her new owner happy. I always feel guilty when selling a race bike because their is no way to fathom the kind of wretched fuckin hell i put that bike through.

Mounted up the new seat on Teenage Genocide last night!!!

shredding the gnar

Phil Lambert sent some sweet pics of my trials champ buddy Steve Deines at angel fire last weekend. Turd bath!- I wish i would of been their. looks tastier than a bucket of kfc dipped in ranch and showerd with tapitio with cold beer! Steve took 8th in the pro class. mighty fine. mighty fine.

sweet ride

found on coc. well done. I bet malcom could kick some ass on it!

New seat!

UPS dropped off my new seat from Hailfey Bros today.... it rules. I highly recommend thes guys, really cool dudes. Check them out! haifleybros.blogspot.com

love over money

I had this circus train of worthy old bikes pull up in front of my house this weekend. The two bike pickers that last time we met i let my old bsa lawn ornament go to for the price of a tank of van gas. The interest in the same machines as I but with a intent for money not fun.  The deal was made this time with my racing buddie's kawasaki tripple I was pasturing for him. A happy fellow my friend for he has beer money now. Happily the pickers crammed another bike into their successful harvest of my towns local pickings and back to the city they paraded. I am left with the joy of looking at the sweet old two smoker for a few weeks in my pasture, a 20 spot from my generous pal, and a empty feeling that money often leaves behind a two wheeled deal. .....i feel like i feel when i traffic sex slaves in my van.. shit1 did i say that out loud.
Long live the love of bikes not money.

last weekends shinanigans

last years shinanigans

Im missing out on the Angel fire hairscrambe today. Lack of jingle in the race fund. One of the best races of the year, Ski area, huge elevation changes, tight nasty trees. I got the holeshot of my life last year. always good to be first to the top, that reminds me... I best focus on the real hill. PPIHC little over a month away... YIPPIE KI YI YAY MOTHA FUCKA!

To the top lads!

Its taking over my thoughts and mind like a out of control virus. 41 days untill the race day and all ready my bike that i would normally be hariscrambling on this weekend is in pieces. I have been ordering up parts at work at a rate that left my paycheck charged down to three dollers and seventy cents. As i sit in bed at night I replay the 156 turns over and over in my head. I am having a brand new aarrrgh  head ported and let me tell you I feel like a little kid before christmas. only three weeks until a weekend of early practice on the mountain.

Jeff Grace Pikes Peak Hillclimb 2008 helmet-cam

put two new steeds out to pasture in my back yard

 what will become of them i dont know yet but i did name them Pancho and Cisco. both wisper to me about wanting to do wheelies. yes. wheelies.

Gonna be a fun weekend

I just loaded FOUR bikes in the van and if we all make it to denver it oughta be a bitchin weekend. See Willy,  shred some tarmac on the gsxr, and flat track under the lights on the yamaha twin and low rider Molly. play hard. Race harder!

landscaping

The lack of posting lately has been due to all the "yard work" I have been up to, building a rc stadium truck track in the back yard. Thats what happens when your riding buddy is a wicked huge rc nerd and blows up his knee. shit is more giggles than shrooms. Its like Goat vs Bubba battles back in the 06 outdoors. but with out the concussions.

Happy get tossed and puke everywhere day!

Chips

Was one of my first tv shows I would want to watch as a young lil grom after school. Now they kinda remind me of the ambiguously gay duo.   what ever,   just dont let Honch and Jon catch ya speedin.

pops pics

My pops knows how to  take some neat pics. -Mike the bike Newbold