Seven celly telly pics. Spring time is super time

The last round of Del Mar was a shit ton of fun. Mike Ranum asked if I wanted to go a few weeks ago. He offered to drive his 1972 van the 20+ hour drive. "Sure, why not" I said. Never mind the fact that I have no money or that the van has never been on a voyage more than 100 miles from town since Mike rescued it from the weeds last summer. Sometimes in order to get a grip on life you must let go of it all, load up the van, and just have a little confidence in good times. The van gave us no issue on the drive down and we got there early enough friday to partake in impromptu practice with the sponsors; Rholand 'fancy pants' Sands and the always fun time Dues crew. The track was wet and slick and I could not even crack the throttle on my hot rod twin. The bare tire ice racing skills of the Ranum Bros (Phil caught an airplane ride with Ranum Sr.) were obvious as the effortlessly rode circles around every one else, including Roland who was going pretty fast on a bunch of crazy twin cylinder, hardtailed and street legaled contraptions. Saturday's racing was pretty good. I realized that Dimitri on a proper flattrack bike is a forced to be rekoned with. The Frenchman was flying! Bobbles, full bar lock high side tank slap to hooking rear tire rocket launching, super style slides, and leather fringed jacket. Scary fast!! Sunday I started to get my shit together on the sandy cushion track. In my last main I got a good start and came out of turn two in first place on lap two I was very relieved to see my buddy Dimitri picking up his bike. I was very worried about him being behind me. Then I realized that I was going to lap him and that would not leave me in any less danger. Thankfully he got going quick as ever and I was able to follow him to the checkers. I took a victory lap with the flag and stood the XS up in what felt like a wheelie only seen on the streets of Baltimore. I was stoked to get the win in the vintage 400cc+ class. I also took two 2nd place finishes behind Dimitri in the Vintage twins class. We celebrated in the pits until we were the last to leave. Shit, Van no start. A few hours, beers, and a beer box intake gasket and some rounded off spark plugs later and we found the culprit to be a cracked distributor cap. A few days later after some casino food fart induced out door sleeping we made it back home. Van and all.

When reindeers attack! BBDH Reindeer Tackle 2012

Amazing things are in store for this year's race to the clouds!!!

Sup peoples

Boner machine

definitely  yeah. yeah. definitely.

6 days with out a shower

The weather in Colorado this winter has been a bit manic. Many days of 70 degree sunshiny bike ride inducing mid winter confusion.
 The shop has stayed busy and before you say it; Yes, that is great. ..As long as you work to work and work and work and live to work and then work more. I like to live some when I can. So, despite being more busy than the village drunk at a free wine tasting festival, I decided to take a trip to the good old south west for some off road desert race put on by the Nitro Circus Thrillbilly redneck mormon motorheads at a casino in Mesquite Nevada.
I left early last Wednesday to stay over in Moab for a while and hang out with my old camper dwelling "I even have running water" of a beloved Dad. My Pops is not a conventional part of modern society. I value his insight and have learned much from him. Thursday's lesson was how to build bicycle wheels. I build motorcycle wheels  all the time and thought it would be similar. It was not. It took us the entire day. Luckily, as I mentioned I enjoy spending time with my Pop and his out door living room is a scenic and nice place to soak up some winter sunshine. As the sun sank I pulled out of camp/casa Newbold and met Lord Mick, His honey Hannah and Wallace the ever intoxicated philosopher of filth, substance abuse and vulgarity.  I transferred my bike and gear into the scary van and left my trusty old White Lightning alone, along the side of I-70 in the middle of the Utah desert. Whiskey, comradeship of  the best and weird smoking devices brought us through the night to our race destination. What the fuck is up with smoking from the electronic dildo things? What the fuck! I understand the world is becoming more eco friendly and that is fine with me but I still want my whiskey to taste like whiskey and my smoke, whatever kind it may be should never taste like cotton candy!
Any hoo, where the hell was I in this ramble of race tales.. Yeah, Friday morning. Practice session was at 10:30 am. I was glad no earlier. I have not considered my self an off road racer for some time but I have been riding the mx tracks this winter in training prep for Pikes Peak. One of the things about off road that burned me out was the evolution of the enduro X tractor tire, mud pit, boulder piles of matrixed logs that are as smooth and rythmic as electronic dub tripping techno dance music. (sorry if that is you cup of tea) LONG LIVE ROCK!!  Degresion... oh, I went over the bars big as shit after sticking my front wheel into a tractor tire blown out ass hole. Panic rev half front flip ending with my steed hammering me down with the force of a mike tyson bitch slap. I dont remember what else happened friday but on saturday I finished 4th in both motos behind the likes of Mike Brown, Destry Abbott and Rory Sullivan. So not being a factory pro I fucking won. Battling pros (getting passed and blasted like a dalmation drinking from a fire hose) will always be one of my favorite things ever. I tried to make love to my steering stabilizer with my chin resulting in heavy bleeding of the face. Wallace dislocated his shoulder. Hannah got mooshine bit before the sun went down and Mick won the back flip contest on a bicycle. I was the only ass hole in the pits that had no quarter million quid motorhome, van, or even a tent and my star lit luck gave up on me sunday morning as winter came back and I awoke feeling like a blown up bottle of pickles somebody left in the freezer mistaking for otter pops. Back to my van and then back to my Pop's for one more night of sleeping in below freezing weather. After five nights of it I actually started to not mind the cold toes, frozen snot in my beard and the black widows in my boots. actually the little scorpions didn't even scare me. As long as it is not scampering out form under some stupid man made enduro X tractor tire pile! 

Who the hell needs leg room with companions like these

Enduro X is so fun!!!

Says it all

My father; Mike the Bike

Two guitars, Two bikes, and one filthy hippy. With a van; You can. Sometimes two vans.

Roses are red. This bike used to be blue.

Bandit wheel, 520 drive train, chopped down the silencer, farm boy fabricated some linkage dog bones, wire harness, cam swap, busa pistons, oh and some new grips! Me want to go to the track!

Meanwhile back in the bat cave

Somitimes the going is good and easy

Sometimes it is not easy and the best way to deal with it is with a fucking cut off torch

Sometimes I will spend too much time making something that i could buy on the interwebs for 20$ But that is missing the point. The point is I like to make shitty drawings that make people smile and I am very much certain that the journey is the destination or at least that the doing of things is the thing that gets us to where we are going

SV is getting there. Even spent some good hard earned beer money on powdercaoting them there wheels gold. bling bling home slice. gang bang heaven at the candy store.

Why I'm me

Whoops!

Fuckingodamsumbitch mondays! ...At least there is one clean title.

Motorcycles and Making love.

So I have been thinking a lot lately. Thinking about the ying and the yang. You don't have to listen to the news for long before you start to feel like shit. What the fuck is wrong with people? I know that in my little hemisphere on this planet I want to be happy, Make the most out of everyday, and help quality thrive. It is a balance of achieving our selfish goals and still contributing to the greater good of our surroundings. Shit is what we make it to be. It feels good to make good shit. Especially after coffee on a late sunday morning. As long as the burritos were not habanero.

It sure is easy to take it all for granted.

Don't know the answers but I am finding good ones every day.

It is Friday morning, this the 23rd of January, twenty fif-fuckin-teen

Getting the SV a bit more in shape. Busa pistons and Gen 2 intake cams. F3 rear tire. Shift light from the land speed bike(dust collecting showroom ornament). Salvage parts only. Thinking about playing with danger and using a 4s 4000mah RC lipo battery for the total loss ignition and electric start. Shorting the dog bones to raise the rear and maybe some Krylon.

If it aint for racing then what is it for?

It's winter

Keep on rockin in the free world

New post.... same old bull shit

I am at a loss for new material to post so here are some old pictures. History is only meaningless if we learn nothing from it. -Sylvester Stalone

And when I get tired of talking to them I take pictures of them

Peace, grease, and polar fleece.

Remembering the warm season

I just had a roll of film developed that i took to the Kansas county fair 1/2 mile series. This would make a nice shop. It is across the street form the race track. Stockton has been holding motorcycle races on the track once a year for over 113 years or something like that. It is only used for bikes and only once a year. It is my favorite U.S. oval track.