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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Freaks On Broadway - Custom Artwork / Tattoos / Piercings - Kansas City MO

Visited the fine folks at Freaks on Broadway (on the corner of Broadway and Westport Rd) today, where custom tattoos and piercings are performed. Each artist has their own station with it's own wooden cabinet. Each did their own wood burning / carving which I think came out really nice. The pics speak for themselves. Enjoy......








Sunday, December 8, 2013

F.I.D.O. Shovel from SOCAL

    On the Friday night before Greaserama, I rode the Red Shovelhead down to the Record Bar for the Pre-reg party. Planned on getting up super early and ridin into the show to work the gate, but blew a head gasket within a mile of the house. Fuck! At least I made it home. My dad gave me a call soon after and said he was sittin at the bar with a dude travelin from California that needed some help with his shovel. I told him to bring the bike by at 7am and don't be late.
    They showed up on time and dude explained that he had ridden this bike from SoCal to Sturgis and back the week before and now was on his way from SoCal to Cincinatti, solo. That's alotta miles for a shovel. He said he wiped out on a gravel road in New Mexico and crunched both exhaust pipes and his leg by sliding into a pole. He payed a dude at a shop to cut the front exhaust and half assed weld a new bend back on, just to get him back on the road. When he met my pops at the bar, the bike was runnin funny and the rear exhaust was still damn near pinched shut. I pulled the exhaust and adjusted the clutch and stuff and dude said it hadn't run that well in a while. Dude was stoked and offered cash, but I thought he'd been through enough and I'm always down to help a fella with the same "shovelhead sickness" I've got. We bullshitted for a while and I asked him if the "FIDO" on his plate was the bike's name. He said he usually just says yes, but told me a crazy story of he and a buddy gettin in a bad situation in the past. They made the best of the situation by saying, "fuck it, drive on!" He said it's kind of a life motto now and it rang true in his New Mexico experience. I was offered lodging in SoCal for life and think I may take him up on that someday. Super cool dude. F.I.D.O.


Sunday, November 17, 2013

Custom Fantasy Football Trophy.... In All Of It's Glory!

Been wanting to do this for a while now. My league is in its 7th season and I finally got the time and motivation to throw a trophy together. Thanks to my friends at Ed's Trophies for the labels and small figurines. Thanks to my buds at Quality Autobody for sprayin some paint. I searched for months at swap meets, junk stores, and antique shops for the perfect topper. I was super stoked to drop 5 bucks on this carved, classy, busty beauty! I've seen guys use these Harley baffles for table legs, ash trays, scrap metal, etc., but I must say, this is the best use I've seen so far! Overall, happy with the results.


Friday, November 15, 2013

First Friday, Day of the Dead, etc....

Did a lil cosmetic work to the 4x4. New bumper and painted everything on the grill, that was primer gray, satin black. Been meaning to do that for a while now. I dig it.

 Started out in the West Bottoms on First Friday to see what treasures I could dig up. I usually find myself checking out the building itself more than the things that are in it. It blows my mind how things were constructed in the late 1800's - early 1900's.


 Just happened to run into a Day of the Dead celebration in the West Side on our way to downtown. Everyone was attentive and respectful, but check out the dude in the crowd in his Blades of Fury outfit! Hahaha!

Saturday, November 9, 2013

NW Trip 2013 - Part 4 - The Bonneville Salt Flats

    So, we're in Northern Cali. We check out the map and decide we want to make it into Utah, which would make it a 700+ mile day. The Bonneville Salt Flats are just over the border, so I figure we'll get close then get a pic of the salt flats in the morning on the way out. We pull into camp just west of Bonneville, just before dark, the place is packed, and I notice the folks next to us have salt all over their ride. HOLY SHIT! We just happen to be passing through during SPEED WEEK! FUCK!
    After interrogating our neighbors, we follow their advice and head down by the casinos for some dinner and to check out the parking lots, which turn into make-shift car shows. It was basically a bunch of rich guys with bad ass toys and the younger women that follow them. I'm cool with that. We had an early date with the flats the next morning, so we tried to get to sleep at a decent time.
    Got up before the sun and ate at the legendary Salt Flat CafĂ©, where we got some more good advice from eccentric old dudes. Rode our motorcycles 7 miles out onto the salt to get to the pits, hung out there for a while, talked to some guys workin on their speed machines, watched some passes, saw a couple of nasty wrecks, saw some 400mph passes, hung out at the starting line for a bit, then took off. The whole experience was so surreal. It's incredibly addicting to see a person in a machine on wheels go by you at 400+ mph. This was the coolest thing I did on this trip, by far, and we were only there for part of one day. I will go back someday soon and I'd bet a substantial amount of money that I'll run something on the flats within the next 10 years.
    Overall, it was a pretty epic trip. I could tell you stories for days and promised not to tell some others. 5400 miles in 12 days. Doin things like this on a regular basis is my spice for life.