Monday, September 27, 2010

Kemosabe and The Lodge Iron-Ons

Here they are!!
Full color, iron-on transfers. They look great on any color fabric. Get em while they are HOT!!
(domestic only for the time being)
Apply professionally with 375-385F for 6-8 seconds.
Remove paper immediately while garment
is still on the transfer machine

Sunday, September 26, 2010

A kind of second childhood falls on so many men. They trade their violence for the promise of a small increase of life span, in effect, the head of the house becomes the youngest child. And I have searched myself for this possibility with a kind of horror. For I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment. I did not want to surrender fierceness for a small gain in yardage.

-John Steinbeck

Jaw dropper

Irish Rich made a post about the beauty of extended original springers and this bike has been blowing red lights in my head ever since. Not to mention I really wanna hang out with this dude. Read Irish Rich's blog and educate yourself.
Less is more

Thursday, September 23, 2010


JJ's pal Stephanie White painted it up for him.

What happened?

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Cook Party

Pre wheelie fail


Coming through the gates at the Cook Customs party. Thanks as always to JP, Colleen and Dave for the good times and hospitality.

Photos: Colleen Swartz

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Monday, September 20, 2010

Come over

and kill some braincells with us! Shows gonna be stellar and the after party is on the streets.


Beer from the Dutch Rogues MC was kind enough to get me some info and pics on this shovel I posted awhile back. Apparently it's got a bit more stretch and a bit more rake to it now but as it sits in this picture the bike blows my mind. Thanks Beer!

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Less smug is what they say but I'll be damned if shit wasn't meant to be.

Friday, September 17, 2010

The line

Country Mile IV

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Bill fell in love immediately, went home, got his clothes, said goodbye to his wife and children, and left.
"It was the only honest thing to do," he said flatly.

They raced through the streets on Bill's barking machine like two close-coupled feral dogs.
From "Sweet Williams Story"
Sleeping Where I Fall
Peter Coyote
unknown photgrapher
Posted with respect

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Tightened up to Lighten up

Maximus and his thigh tie
Chris and the Crystal Myth, paint is always better with miles on it
Ken, words just don't do him justice.

Jeremiah Smith photos

3 dudes from Oakland

Found these three on the sidewalk when we got back from the mile.
Max gots wheelies
Stories and laughs for hours. These guys are doing it for real, I know because they don't stop smiling. Best of luck, see you on the flipside.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Country Mile IV

Gonna get lost with some friends for a few days, see you next week.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

White-collar conservatives flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me.
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high.

Davenport to Milwaukee

The skies parted so we headed Northeast until we hit Milwaukee. We followed the river north until an angel warned us of Demon road blocks performing "safety" checks to the north so we crossed the river and floated through the wilting corn due East. This ride wasn't without it's hard times but it didn't matter because we were all on high times. We didn't even make it out of the Quad Cities when funny guy Brad threw his empty chocolate milk bottle at Eugene. It found it's mark right were Eugene was most vulnerable... his belt drive. A quick belt change and we were back on the road. Brian was next with some distributor issues but Joe was hit the hardest when a rod blasted through is engine case. Although it couldn't have happened in a better place.... we chilled out for a few minutes at the Trading Post and had some Beers and Ice Cream. Joe hopped on the back of Milwaukee Mike's barge and we all waved good bye to 27 cents. Our journey took us through Oregon were we smoked a peace pipe with Blackhawk, passed on some meth from a tweaker on the west side of Rockford and some of us found ourselves in Lake Geneva were we had a blissful conversation with some Wisconsin County Mounties. Jerimiah shorted out beneath the Basketball in Hebron which was quickly fixed but the pack was split. Slippery Pete, Eugene, Brad and Myself waited until some cherries and berries rolled up on us. They weren't gonna leave us alone until we got moving so we all met up at a Mexican joint in Milwaukee. The word around the dinner table was that Jerimiah went down really hard in a construction zone. Caught a lip and did a flip.... I guess his years of skateboarding taught him a lot about crashing..... I didn't witness this particular cash but I did however witness the crash the following night. If it were anyone else I would have said the dude must be dead.... but I didn't even run over.... I just said to myself.... It's Jerimiah... He's all good. Two gnarly wrecks in two nights and the sum bitch doesn't even have a scratch on him.

Brian Searching
Corn and Weeds

Dream Surfing
The all mighty Mississippi

Jerimiah loves him a nice caboose

The Mule

Milwaukee Mike is always kind enough give friends a place to lay their heads no matter how dirty, drunk or fucked up the may be. Last year Slippery Pete pissed all over his coffee table but Mike is the type of guy that can see the humor in events such as these.
Mike also took us to the most amazing custard place. It hasn't changed since the late forties. Best custard my tongue has had the pleasure to taste.
Bobby Sundae's Chilax'n
"I Love Chocolate Milk, Hot Dogs and Banana Splits but that got damn bee can get fuct"

Tony Latona and his oh so sweet Junk Wagon

Headed to the Cook Customs Cook Out
Cook Out