Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Smokey Mountain Chopper Fest....

....Is this weekend. This is the purest event I have ever been to. If you are one of those people that debate on going to chopper parties, then this IS NOT for you. No bullshit, no egos, all fun. See you there.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Warren, Chauncey, Me. 2010.

This was an amazing Daytona trip. Maybe we'll go back one day.

Monday, April 18, 2016

Chopper 69.

That got sketchy real quick. As my friend Jub said, I'm glad we skate. I can't really explain how we head on collided with each other, we walked away though and that's what matters. 

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Monday, March 7, 2016

Live to ride, ride to Walmart.

I hate the critters in Walmart, but boy do they have the best prices.

Thursday, March 3, 2016

New Recruit.

Namaste Real has been down with weed since 2012. He's a fit for the team, as you can see from the images in this photo. That is all.

Monday, February 29, 2016

Safe Travels Hombre.

Yesterday I had temporarily say goodbye to one my best friends. Jerimiah and Stef had been living in Birmingham for the past few months as they got jobs and made a little bit of money before they headed back out on their camper life journey. I had always seen them for short periods of time, so I was used to Hi and Bye. Shit changes when you are together everyday, including work, for a long period of time. Your relationship grows stronger, and there are less words needed to be said when together. Come back soon, stay safe, don't plant your roots in California. I love you homeboy, see you when I see you.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

This Saturday!

This will be fun. I will also get bummed out. I am truly going to miss Jerimiah and Stef. I'm close with them, but having them stay here for the past 5 months really made them family. It will be a void that I will have to get used to. Other than that, it's our first party at the new shop! Get stoked!

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

New Recruits.

Meet Zang and Twang. This bad dude duo comes from the east side of Arkansas, always looking for a whoopin'. They ride the same exact bikes, Harley Davidson, not any of that rice burning crap.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

The Dojo 1st Annual Swap Meet.

Here you go, thaw out from that winter bullshit and come to our swap meet. Our yard outside of the shop is big enough to set up a decent amount of vendors. We'll supply the space and you supply your own parts, pop up tent, etc. Bring me all of the knucklehead parts. We'll have beer.

Monday, January 18, 2016

We have a new shop.

 The time had come to find a new Dojo. Our old shop was fine, fun, etc.... But for those of you that had been there, know how small the building was and that it was packed to the gills. I am impressed that so many of us built bikes out of there at the same time. We were there for roughly 5 years? Generally, most of us end up with more bikes rather than getting rid of one to make room for another. You can imagine how your patience gets tested being in a 900sf shop shared by 10 dudes with multiple bikes. So, it was time. I had been searching for property in our area for a while, but I really had to hit it hard and stop fucking around. After craigslist ads led me on wild goose chases, to people that owned multiple buildings, to owners that seemed stoked on what we do...... I ended up with an address:

 It's at the end of a street in an area of town that we are always in and somewhat affordable, so we pursued it.

This is how it looked the day that we got inside. Much needed space.

After paperwork, footwork, and all kinds of shit that I won't get into, we got the building and started figuring out spaces.

This is the old shop the day that we got everything out. This gives you a good comparison of size difference. Imagine this spot filled with tool boxes and bikes, and you can understand why this was about to mentally break us.

The new Dojo works like this: Each person has their workspace, and can do whatever they want to their workspace. If you want to be a slob, cool. If you want to actually work on bikes and be productive, cool. If you want to go to margaritaville and jam with Jimmy Buffet every afternoon, cool. Just don't let that shit flood into someone else's spot. Simple. This was the start of my spot as an example.

 Slowly but surely, we are getting the place in order.

I think the first major thing that we will host at the new place will be a swap meet. We literally filled a covered trailer to the roof with parts after cleaning out the old shop and a swap meet would be a good excuse to get rid of a lot of it. Welcome to the Dojo.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Matt's Old Workshop.

This was my favorite workspace ever. I'm using this as influence in the new shop.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Old Photos.

I don't do Facebook. I mean I have one, but I rarely get on it and know how to work it. I was looking at it today and I found photos that people have "tagged" me in, which is cool because they aren't photos that I have taken. These bring back some memories.

Friday, October 2, 2015

Dojo Party/ Barbers Weekend.

Next weekend is our annual Dojo party. Saturday, October 10th. After the Barber Vintage Festival. If you have ever been, I don't have to explain why you should come. Ask somebody. Be there.

My Panhead.

Kustom Jeff shot this photo of my bike. I really like my bike.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Just because they are so fucking good....

This is a repost of mine from 2012, but I love these photos.
Once again, the ever-so-famous Bill Ray photographs taken of the Berdoo Angels in 1965 for LIFE magazine that never made the cut. I don't know about the rest of you, but these never and will never get  old to me. I get chills every time that I go back and stare at them. It's the fucking epitome of what modern day chopper dudes emulate. Myself included. Take bikes for example, I try to put bikes together with a general goal of accomplishing a look from this era. I personally think that I do a pretty good job at it until I see these photos and notice the little raw details and parts that were put there because of cool factor and somewhat badass functionality, which end up making most other shit look like the chopper version of Payless Airwalks.  To sum it up, the bikes piss style. Bikes aside, these photos do such a good job of capturing the true spirit of being there. When I look at them I can hear the ticking of the pushrods and the motor-over-exhaust sound that is common with Harleys of this era. I can feel that early morning chill that is felt while riding at 6am, wearing a hoodie and long sleeve under your jacket and vest. The light shining off of the tanks and nicely worn Bates seats. The shot of excited adrenaline that you get from the first sip of cold beer at the destination after a full day of riding. These mother fuckers ruled it and so did the photos.