R.I.P Krazy Kevin

Photo stolen from the White Knights blog

Sadly..... Krazy Kevin passed away early this Saturday morning. Most people probably don't even know who exactly Krazy Kevin is..... but I largely credit him for the resurgence of period choppers which seem to be ever so popular these days. In a time of easter egg pro street machines and fat tires Kevin stayed true to what he knew and passed his wisdom on to guys much younger than himself. After breaking out of a New York jail in the 80's he spent a good amount of time in California. He shared his knowledge with fresh blood such as Rico Fodrey, Jason Jessee, Tom Foster and so many more in the area. These are all guys that were "cool" before it was cool all because of a man named Krazy Kevin. Even right up to current day where he was a major influence on the young guys in New York who are now building some of the most amazing bikes I have ever seen.

Kevin.... you will be greatly missed and you are a legend in my book

For more info stay tuned to the WHITE KNIGHTS IN THE HOUSE OF KOLOR

Chris Laurin's Shoebox

We took turns shooting each other on this afternoon. Chris is a great kid and can squirt some paint as well. I'm loving his Ford more and more every time I lay eyes on it. It's the perfect season to own an old automobile and I'm wishing I had one right about now.












Check out his work here...... Chris Laurin

Self Indulgent

It feels a bit weird publishing a post with a bunch of pictures of myself but it seems the photographer is like the drummer in a band. Nobody ever takes pictures of the drummer. Last weekend I was at my good friend Mike's house and he was up my ass about getting some good shots of me on my bike before I tear it apart for the winter. Chris was on his way in from the south side of Chicago so Mike drove and Chris hopped in the back with my camera in hand. Maybe he should think about picking up photography. He got some great shots and I'm very greatfull to have some good snaps of myself in motion. Thanks guys

All Photos: Christopher Laurin

May 29, 1966

FTWCO

I think I'm still trying to recover from Jeff and Fatty's last visit to Chicago. They are like a well oiled party machine and also know how to document their good times. These men are jack of all trades and excel at everything the put their minds to. This is what they captured while they were in Chicago.

See more at FTWCO and CHURCH OF CHOPPERS and FTW RACING

Rallye Bob

My uncle Bullet bought this Olds Rallye 350 brand new in 1970. He still has it to this day. He went from drag racing illegally at the end of North State Road in his teens to racing it for glory on the Dragstrip now in his 50's

I'm sure there are a few empties kick'n around the floorboards.

Bullet getting down....

Pit Stop

It's all fun and games until your sack gets wet........



It wouldn't be the mile without rain.

Wes Lang

I met Wes in Sturgis a few years back. We tore the place up on 70's Superglides.

While I was in New York I visited his studio.

I've always admired this photograph.... but it never occurred to me that the two handsome men in this image is actually Copeland and Lang.

Brooklyn

After some tacos we booked it to the studio so Chopper Dave could get the worlds fastest tattoo before catching his flight back to the west coast.

Wes and Dave

The Cold......

........ cuts deeper and deeper into my cheeks with each passing day.

Small town Halloween march.... I didn't mind waiting this one out.

I visited Blackhawk Saturday

Tonight... headed home without a headlight.

Come on California

Legalize it so we can take a permanent vacation. Vote your asses off tomorrow, if only so we can have a good time while they insert the computer chip. Not to mention we are sick of hiding shit on our motorcycles.

Ride'm If You've Got'm

The light is fading fast.

She wont look like this to much longer.

Goodbyes....

..... are never fun but this ain't no Mickey Mouse bullshit. Max, Chris and Ken had already completed 3500 miles on two Slab Sides and a BSA. The show was done and the road was calling their names once again. I made it over to Ray's shop in time to bid them all farewell.

Max and Ray

Ken

Ray, Wes and Chris

Chopper Dave

Chris' beautifully fermented shovel

BSA ready for another 35

Maxakickin

Right in the tail pipe

When you're plagued with dreams about vehicles like this,

and you finally see the one that would fill the void

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You want to run right up to it and nail it.