Friday, July 30, 2010

steak n eggs


A man is entitled to a good steak every chance he gets, just the way it's written. I ended last night with a club sandwich and started the day with a skirt steak and eggs. It's what happened in between that's got me all right. Was it the hot tub, the Middle Eastern girl or the Australians with the bubble bath, or does it even matter. Been awhile since I put it on all night but glad to know it's still out there and that people are willing to get as nuts as you can convince them to. I forget how influential humans can be with the help of chemicals and a confident mind as a tour guide.

I love a beautiful woman or two and every sweet crack that the good lord graced them with, but cover them in suds and I'm a fool for what life is supposed to be.

laid it down and laughed it alive again just in time to strap on the napkin, what a good sport. damnit Janet.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

In One Week.....

.... I'll be in Sturgis. I really wasn't excited about going but it isn't until I look at the pictures from the previous years that I think to myself that I would be retarded if I didn't go.



I typically lose 5-10 pounds by the end of the week. I only eat at the VIP parties cause it's free.... but I'm a loser and get rejected at the door most of the time. So it gets hard to keep my pants up by the end of the week.... especially after some whiskey. My camera and bike usually take a good beating too.

Depression In Color

These images, by photographers of the Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information, are some of the only color photographs taken of the effects of the Depression on America’s rural and small town populations. The photographs are the property of the Library of Congress and were included in a 2006 exhibit Bound for Glory: America in Color.

Homesteader and his children eating barbeque at the New Mexico Fair. Pie Town, New Mexico, October 1940. Photo by Russell Lee.

Worker at carbon black plant. Sunray, Texas, 1942. Photo by Worker at carbon black plant John Vachon.

Mrs. Viola Sievers, one of the wipers at the roundhouse giving a giant "H" class locomotive a bath of live steam. Clinton, Iowa, April 1943. Photo by Jack Delano.

Children asleep on bed during square dance. McIntosh County, Oklahoma, 1939 or 1940. Photo by Russell Lee.

A store with live fish for sale. Vicinity of Natchitoches, Louisiana, July 1940. Photo by Marion Post Wolcott.


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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Thanks Vanessa

Vanessa in Brooklyn was kind enough to make this for the shop. Thanks a bunch lady, we will definitely take you up on those beers.

losers

Tuesday, July 27, 2010


still see this kid in the halls everyday.

home and back

Favorite burger. closed!
New pals, it makes sense after you get to know them.
I left before she could finish so that I can I always wonder. and I didn't want to interfer!

Monday, July 26, 2010

SummerTime At The Hostel


Stolen from Jerimiah Stephen Smith

Wet Weekend

The Midwest got pummeled by rain this weekend. It was actually a refreshing break the sunshine and humidity. I love riding in this type of weather. You never really know if you are going to get blasted by a rain cloud but the cool bursts of air, the uneasiness of the clouds and the sweet smell of rain is something i refuse to pass up.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Combination Cold Start

1. KEY OFF
2. THREE SQUIRTS
3. FOUR KICKS ENRICHENER ON
4. RETARD
5. KEY ON
6. NO ENRICHENER
7. TWO SQUIRTS
8. QUARTER THROTTLE
9. ONE KICK..... FIRE!
10. ADVANCE

NO FIRE.... Curse Words....... Revert straight to Step 1.


WHAT IS YOUR COMBINATION?

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Do you know what you want out of life?
Are you fumbling around with the daily ho-hum;
doing this and doing that, each day bleeding
into the next, till a whole week, month, or year goes by?
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It's easy to just go with the flow and do what it takes
to get a paycheck and fill your fridge with groceries.
You sit in your cage, in traffic for an hour or so each day,
Get to work and warm a chair for 10 hours.
Or maybe you're workin your ass off with nothing to show for it
but busted knuckles and a sore back.
Or maybe your struggle to conform has left you without a job.
You tried to do the "right" thing, but the corporate promise
has left you with a raw asshole without even the added benefit of a reacharound.
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When was the last time you painted a picture of yourself?
A picture of where you want to be.
Not where you have to be?

Handlebars

Slowly but surely I am turning the Panshovel into something that is my own. Free time during the summer months in the midwest is strictly used for riding but a rainy day will sometimes help push along the evolutionary process of a bike. I was tired of looking at the bars that came on the bike so I grabbed a few bars out of my pile of parts and started cutting.













Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Beneath The Sky Line

I stepped forward and rode east Friday. The plan is always to leave before the rush hour traffic gets to thick but it never fails.... I always end up smack dab in the middle of it. It's not bad on a bike if you are into splitting lanes but drivers in Chicago will straight up try to take you out with their cage. I had one dude wait for me at the toll both and try to run me down..... I proceeded to give him a big smile which pissed him off even more.

I was doing pretty good as far as the watch was concerned until I suddenly noticed violent vibration. My front end was literally jumping off the ground. Thought my frame may have broke. As I pulled her to the sidelines I quickly realized my rear tire felt squarer than it did round. I rode it five miles to the oasis while it jack hammered my kidneys. I grabbed some Ice Cream and waited for Meesha and Eugene to show up with a truck.

Meesha

Delamintion

I grabbed a well used tire from the Bravetown loft and mounted it up

It was a splendid night and we were about to smell the cold waters of Lake Michigan. There's is nothing like a ride down Lake Shore Drive on a summer night. Deep black and a cool breeze from the left and bright lights and never ending energy at your right.

Aja





Danny's Trike


I-94 north is a great place to leave your mind behind at 2 am

Haley



HIGH JINX

ONE TWO F U

Sean fixing the things Brain broke.

The St. Paul crew showed up at Bravetown's doorstep so we kindly took them in. They were just getting back from a swap in Ohio.



Blasting the interstate

Brad is always kind enough to share his bed when the ladies are not.

Brad and Amanda

North headed East

Split'n... Shift'n... Shoot'n
all the way to North Beach. A crazy storm had just passed leaving behind lots of sunshine and a bucket of humidity. The beach sounded refreshing. Parking was nil so we parked in a questionable area then waded the waters. We must have looked like a scumball rolling across the beach. It wasn't long after we noticed two coppers looking at the bikes like "really close".... Shit..... Me and Eugene thought it would be better to confront the coppers in a friendly manner and offer to move them before they were towed away for ever. One cop said... "That's funny... this kentucky plate doesn't come back to anything" He told Brad it was a computer glitch and that he might as well wipe his ass with the ticket. Eugene walked and I was the only one to get a ticket... But the coppers were cool.

After Brad wiped his ass with his ticket we headed over to Remis' place where he was having a birthday party for his son.



Trailer Park CupCakes

Getting big








Slippery Pete








Celisa