slideways in the city

Sam Wheeler: Race to 400mph (episode 1)

peanut corn on a steamy log coil

One bitchin poster deserves another. On the wall at Highland Cycles

Where the fuck am I going to hang up my new lighted sign letters? Baja says the front of the house. Cant wait till my mom visits, she is going to love it!

popa wheely on the hill. two weeks away...

Late great Levi took this pic at the AMA supermoto in Copper Mountain. Smoke show.

FTW -make me go pink to purple!

Slash Zero- My Father's Photos.

shit it in the shop

At Home on the Chrome

Timerider. The adventures of Lyle Swann

Find a copy and watch it. the DVD is edited. the VHS has titties and a fellow getting a hair cut from a helocopter. TT500 is the coolest movie bike ever!

meanwhile in western Colorado

under those clouds is Telluride, and brew pubs.

full throttle up and dead engine races down. shit gets a bit hariy

it was monday, technicly a work day so we did some marketing.

rain left the gravel roads better than most flattracks and the trails more slippery than a booger coverd turd.

this is where they filmed true grit. i know what it feels like.

Yesterday I woke up early after a few hours of weekend recovery sleep. I geared up in the stinky closest where i keep my gear and the cat relieves it self when i forget to let it out when i go racing. met up with all the local dirt bike nutters who have license plates and with in minutes we were gaining real altitute heading out of town. This is the annual crazy as fuck anarchy dual sport ride. People usually get big tickets from johny law. sometimes bikes slide into cars on the Red Mountain Pass sections. Multiple jeep and mining roads. 13,000 ft passes. high, high high speeds. I cut the hairpin corner and showerd a mini van cager with gravel. this year we had up to 15 riders at one point. I got a construction worker directing traffic so pissed he tried to knock me off my bike with his little slow/stop sign. fuck them for doing road work on my favorite tarmac section. apperantly the cops were called. I passed on the left, I passed on the right. I passed a state trooper and pinned it. what the fuck is a crown vic going to do when we hit the trails. Shit gets real at the front of the pack so the fellows in the back have to deal with some angry people. the pack thinned to 6 near night fall and we hit some super slippery single track. pushing bikes up tree root infested aspen forrests. 5th gear and i missed a deer by not much, I think it had a tick on its ass. 250 miles. 14 hrs of saddle time. HONDA XR 650 is GOD. I live in western colorado and it is all that. come visit. bring a helmet.

sunday fun day at love thy chopper

Rode the bikes from Willy's house to the shindig. The girls brought sandwiches and we were treated to hospitality at the Speed Merchant tent. dont get much better.

Long overdue gigantic constipated steamy pyle of regeratated photo dump

Teva sandals

stickers

marijuana

role model

black and white. dog and wheels.

seeing red

drunk brother

art

obsession, addiction

jungle snake killer

smoking header pipe

mexican pillow

home

Fast things
Guitar strings
Angle grinders with out a shirt
Arc welders in sandals
Howling tires
Forrest fires
Empty gear oil bottle noises
Empty whoosky jars morning after
Life at the races
Familiar faces
Tire irons
Smelly rags
The breeze on my knees
Yes fucking please

Domestic work

 ready for love thy chopper. whos says house work aint fun.

Yay!

vandemonium

Time for a good back end lovin.

Blow outs, burnt gear oil, groovy roters, super swampers, goggles. stand by your van.

This van ate bird for lunch. get her a tooth pick eh.

This van said "The Bike Doc" couldnt get the whole enchalda in the pic. Love the New Mexico car port!