Friday, November 30, 2012

2 Stroker fever

With two RD350 potential racer projects sitting in my garage I am finding it hard to concentrate on being my own boss, but how esle am I to pay for such projects than making money with other peoples projects that pay my bills that build my projects that saturate my thoughts and dreams like a freddy kruger nightmare 24/7. And of course pay my medical bills. I better brake it down and prioritize my expenses on a spread sheet like business man bill before the Pikes Peak entry deadline comes and goes. Speaking of which- allow me to vent on how pissed I am that the Pikes Peak hill climb entry has nearly doubled. I wrote them a ticked email and because of my language (what the FUCK?) they threatened to bar me from competition and the thought it best for me to not be the spokesperson for my group. Well who the fuck is going to speak up then when they increase entry from $400 to $700 and practice days from $200 a day to $350 a day. And what does this extra cost bring? - nothing! in fact they dropped the vintage class, dropped the 750 class and made the rule book so confusing that I cant even figure out what the fuck I could race in a senior class to my 450 class. Well fuck em! If I have to come up with $1400 dollars to race with a weekend of practice I will make it happen and even if I cant swing enough for the practice you better bet your beef that I will put my junk yard monster honda on the fucking podium once again! Any hoo... how about them 350s, lets race em!

vintage porn

Yamaha RD350

goin down on Haley

38th Avenue. Wheat Ridge. Colorado. Earth. Check it out. Fuck the corporate world beotch!

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

FTWCO and Church of Choppers Knoxville AMA Flat Track 2012

Baja and I made our first appearance in an FTWco video. Stoked! Even got my van at the end when he says "there's your guy"
Was a fun night. I made the Vintage twins pro main and finished in the top 10. Got super bombed and puked... and rallied.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Trophies don't come without crutches

Finding balance, riding the ride, sliding the slide. reality is real.

With a van you can

This post is my art movie post:

Just fucking watch the video eh!

Friday, November 16, 2012

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


He push too hard.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Friday, November 9, 2012

All in your Mouth

 Whose giving the death grip now?
that dude in the social D jacket is my boss. i like my job.

Thursday, November 8, 2012


 The ballad of the Elsinore was shortlived, as the welds attaching the exhaust pipe mount broke free on lap one, causing a top end failure within minutes. That lap was glorious however, dicing through dozens of C riders on modern bikes who began on the line ahead of me, and somehow outlasting Guy Cooper, who must've had worse luck on his bultaco.
 The pit bike race was most excellent, and though i finished just off of the podium, my sparkly helmet and alcohol induced boner-airs were enough to win the "style award" and a photo with 4 artificial breasts attached to 2 real life chicks.

 I drew the lucky number one for the main event on sunday, and after a 2nd place start and decent lap 1, a fellow racer and i had an unfortunate convergence of race lines causing a violent 5th gear tumble. the other dude had some kind of leg injury and i got the pleasure of learning how its feels to become a ktm 350's bottom bitch. a kind onlooker wrestled the bike off of me and i went on my merry way aboard a twisted, yet fully functioning Brandy. The overall results have yet to be posted but according to my calculations, the effort landed me right around 10th.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Down there at the bike shop

What a nice day.
The birds were chirping, along with my tires.
I could smell a reefer cloud over the whole city, along with my tires. 
Shop is open. Obama is in the house. Pot is legal. Word.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Build it!

My pal Joe who races Pikes Peak and has a Bonneville BUB speed record on his harley XR750 is building a new bike for the salt flats. It will be powered by two Buell XB9 engines he is fabing together. He is: JOE, the myth, the man, the legend.