Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
nicotine and peanut butter
Five days
Four nights
One van
One 1970's Northface mummy bag
One bitchn little blue framer
Three classes
Three trophies and a 20$ bill for pro purse.
Wednesday i get the boss man to let me go early and with the van loaded I head west to Utah to see the old man and have a proper thanksgiving feast. To say my dad lives simple in his camper alongside the colorado river is to say B.B. King plays the blues, So it was damn rad to have a full blown turkey dinner with all the fixings including good company.... But of course i had to duck out of their early because their was three days of indoor flattracking racing seventeen hrs away. Me and the dog made it to denver after dropping off some cargo (my river bottomed honda 100) at Ian's new pad. got me a few hrs of sleep and drove the rest of the way across colorado's less than voluptious side and all of nebraska's flat as a carpender's dream corn fields. Just like in the movies; Sign up opened at 3:00 pm and i showed up at 3:30 pm.
Fucking tacky ass track was super good and my new framer was a true delight. I felt like i was skidding my bicycle as a kid in the driveway. won the vintage am class and 2nd in the vintage pro.
Cowboy of Tommy's Triumphs showed with PBR and whiskey and did a dame fine jop helping me in the pits and as always getting drunk as fuck. Cheers to new friends. Flattrack is where its at. FTW.
More of the same Sunday. Great racing and holy fucking big baby jesus do i love my new bike!
Hit the road after the races last night and made it to a homo friendly rest stop in the middle of bum fuck nebraska and slept in 20 deg frigid as witch titties cold with Baja dog inside my fart sack. it was so cold thier wasn't even any creepy rest stop poofters poking around the van. yay. woke up, made tea, ran out of stove gas, drank cold tea and drove the last12 hrs home.
Their is another one in two weeks in houston tx. only 18hrs away. I cant hardly fuckin wait.
keep it sideways, keep it pinned and, never leave your doors unlocked at a rest stop.
Four nights
One van
One 1970's Northface mummy bag
One bitchn little blue framer
Three classes
Three trophies and a 20$ bill for pro purse.
Wednesday i get the boss man to let me go early and with the van loaded I head west to Utah to see the old man and have a proper thanksgiving feast. To say my dad lives simple in his camper alongside the colorado river is to say B.B. King plays the blues, So it was damn rad to have a full blown turkey dinner with all the fixings including good company.... But of course i had to duck out of their early because their was three days of indoor flattracking racing seventeen hrs away. Me and the dog made it to denver after dropping off some cargo (my river bottomed honda 100) at Ian's new pad. got me a few hrs of sleep and drove the rest of the way across colorado's less than voluptious side and all of nebraska's flat as a carpender's dream corn fields. Just like in the movies; Sign up opened at 3:00 pm and i showed up at 3:30 pm.
Fucking tacky ass track was super good and my new framer was a true delight. I felt like i was skidding my bicycle as a kid in the driveway. won the vintage am class and 2nd in the vintage pro.
Cowboy of Tommy's Triumphs showed with PBR and whiskey and did a dame fine jop helping me in the pits and as always getting drunk as fuck. Cheers to new friends. Flattrack is where its at. FTW.
More of the same Sunday. Great racing and holy fucking big baby jesus do i love my new bike!
Hit the road after the races last night and made it to a homo friendly rest stop in the middle of bum fuck nebraska and slept in 20 deg frigid as witch titties cold with Baja dog inside my fart sack. it was so cold thier wasn't even any creepy rest stop poofters poking around the van. yay. woke up, made tea, ran out of stove gas, drank cold tea and drove the last12 hrs home.
Their is another one in two weeks in houston tx. only 18hrs away. I cant hardly fuckin wait.
I forgot my brain bucket but my buddy Bomber had a spare child's that fit like shit. perfect. |
For sale. hit me up for contact info. she wouldnt fit in my van. |
Nice looking can am champion framer. |
one of the best working (not looking) shoes i have seen. |
My beloved condo. everything a man needs in my home away from home. |
Friday, November 25, 2011
Tattoos are fun
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Spike shreds
Five years ago i met Eric (spike) Rhoten at a WORCS race. I was three weeks away from moving to vegas for a job at a motorcycle accessory shop and he talked me into staying in coloRADo and moving to his home town of montrose and he set me up with a job at the local dealership. since then i have done a lot of chasing his dust and his ability to shred lightning quick through any terrain is always amazing. Last week he won the night race at the AMA Enduro cross in vegas for the second time. He has had Enduro X national number 4 and also worn the WORCS pro number 8. so its purdy cool to see his Team WOR stickers on his hand guards. Next week is his last week at the dealership i work at so work will suck even more. Happy trails Spike! buuuuraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
works on absolutely everything |
Never been big on HD but this shit looks bitchn |
And every other form of social god damned networking! ...except moto blogs and CLITer. fuck off society. stolen from the splendid arsehole customs blog |
Thank fuck its friday!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
tuesday night in the shop.
Sometimes in these cold worthless winter days i feel like the only time spent doing anything at all worthwhile is in my shop after hours. its a sacred place for shur. fuck the corporate world beeeotch!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
What happens next?
If only taking pictures was equally as fun
Our dirtbiking plans got rained out on sunday, so after youtubing and garaging all morning with my homies, I went to the bike park to see if there was any chance that the special granola eating dirt had dried out enough to be ridable. In the end, I proved overly optimistic and instead of shredding any gnar, I tiptoed around with my trusty pentax to capture a good angle of the booters to savor in my mind until another day. bummer. but for the record, a pitbike could have handled that mud just fine.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
true blue love
This little fire cracker is begging me to go racing. im ready to sell a fuckin kidney for gas money.
Look at them virgin grips for crying out fuckin loud! I cant wait!
new project
scored these flat spotted aluminum mags out of the trash bin. The 2012 Pikes Peak 450 class will be combined with the supermoto class now and since it is all tarmac now i might as well try and stuff these 17s up in my stead and rip the pavement up like a mad beaver in a tree farm. gona have to chop and weld in some crazy adapters. might be futile thrifty effort of fail but i gotta try. any one know if a 4'' rim will fit in the swing swangin swinging arm of a crf? |
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thank a Vet..
Thank you to all who have served past and present. If it weren't for you we wouldn't be sucking wind, enjoying our fat, lazy life's!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
beast of burden
I have said it before "i have said it before and i will say it again" and i will say it again. This mother fuckin big bad ass honda is the shiznit snit snat bam boozle of em all. if i could only have one steed in the stable....XR650R. does it all. Honda's best creation and most dumb ass of mistakes to remove from production. bring it back Honda! for fucks sake!
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