Secrets of Speed: Unfair Advantage (Segment 1)

pulp is good, life is good

Co-Built in PB, Me in Sideburn, and Sideburn in Dice. watch out Hustler!

I went camping for 5 days and all i did was build this stupid jump.

 At least that is all there was on my camera.

We raged DIRTBIKES, mini bikes, bikes, electric bikes, rc cars and planes, a certain lovable XR650. In remembrance of the late 808 we crashed the shit out of everything.

whooped out raging is all the rage. team wor.

DIRTBIKES!

through the desert whipping sand
with only a throttle in my hand
back and forth the earth will bend
I burn up another top end
punishing clutch
stretching cables
I would go faster
if only able
I shoot a hole between the trees
make that bitch get on her knees
whoops become washboards
distant dreams
only chipmunks hear my screams

all this jibberish aside
Its just another trail ride

Arlo Guthrie "The Motorcycle Song"

i want to ride my bicycle, i want to ride my bike

Travis got a new bike. Despite rumors of a heavy, skatepark-related contusion in the scrotal region, I think he likes it.

Got steaks on the fire, cakes on the griddle... LIFE AINT NUTHIN BUT A FUNNY FUNNY RIDDLE...

Thank Fuckin god! damn! Only fuckin way to live. highs, lows and in betweens. Fuck the corporate world beeotch. All you need is home grown, home made, home raised. friends and wrenches and a hammer.

....someday  a home brewery.

tighter than a nun's cunt

After squeeking high dollar forged,uber compression, ultra heat making pistons to cylinders more than once. I have gone through a period of mass inebriation, deep engine philosophy,  much time with bicycle and not internal combustion. Reading books... becoming one with my dial bore gauge and emptying pockets, checking and savings accounts and even selling some of my old bikes. then torque wrenches were calibrated, brief moment of sobriety. then high speed supermoto neighborhood testing.(back off the wagon) a high speed pursuit with a ranger. and finally the fastest 450 I have ever built/ ridden/out run a federal agent on. for now. for now.

Finally finished!!

Mr. Geoff Cain

One of my favorite fellows.  More here

SS Honda 125

Im thinkin solo seat, megaphone duel exhaust and clip ons. If you are interested in the SS hit me up, I need to pay for expensive fucking race pistons that keep seizing on me... FUCK!

747 book club. 'What is Dirt Track?' TOP DEAD CENTER -by Kevin Cameron

What is dirt track? Is it a pillowy oval of loose agricultural loam, thrown up into cushy berms from which rear wheels can fling flashy rooster tails into the stands?  It is not. The track is what is left after the heat races have blasted and polished away everything loose that can possibly be removed by 90 horsepower high speed grinders. Whats left is hard packed, clay-rich pavement, topped with a blue black line topped with the softest and grippiest  tire rubber. This stuff makes real traction- in round figures, dirt track bikes travel at 1 g around the Mile ovals--more traction than you are ever likely to see between your street tires and hot strip of summer asphalt. The tires howl as they slide against this stuff. It's hard. No nurturing Earth Mother cradles the fallen here. This is left handed, two-wheels-sliding, high-speed roadracing competition.

808 MEMORIAL TIME!!!

symbolism in this picture blows me away.

Levi knew how to crash em

Levi was a good dirtbiker, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors... and airplanes, and as a dirtbiker he explored the mountains of Northern Colorado, from  Mt farwell to the san juans and... up to... claifornia park. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Levi. Levi, who loved dirtbikes. And so, Levi Donald Klapperich, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Colorado river, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.

Its that time of year again. 4 years ago. big fiery airplane crash. celebrate the late great. The cove in Burns by the colorado river. one week from today. Motorcycles, airplanes, booze, debauchery, hot chicks (hopefully), guitars, beer and the best of the best company. See you their me amigos!

Less than an hour from home

Stevie D making art

This is western colorado. fuck you.

Here you go Travis....

Finally got a couple crappy photos...will post better ones later on.  Lots of work to do!

spiderman spiderman

This is lord Mick and his jerky shed with a lock on the inside

This is Brandy, lord Mick's bike. Brandy is such a fine girl.

van power

I am not one to brag... but I have the coolest sponsor in the world.  FTW company

 over the line!

so close but so far away

FOR SALE

I am not happy to post this but i must. She is my oldest steed. 10 years and 13K miles of good times. let me know if you know of a good home for her.

welding willy

Thanks bro!!!

workin for a livin

I did some work on this mini chopper and in payment got to drive this wheelie machin 57" wagon. cooler than shitcicles!

cat is out the bag

show us more pics of your new wheels willy

Tootie Fuckin Fruity

It's weekend time!