some twisted shit

So i was riding thhrough a parking lot at the beach with Dennis. As i was turning, leaned over pretty far, the side of my back tire found a patch of sand. Next thing i know im picking myself up off the ground. I low sided it and the bike spun a 180. After my knee tried digging a hole in the asphalt i evidently somersaulted over the wreck.

Worst part was this was at a VW car show and there were like 100 people watching the whole thing. i felt like such a fool. I wish i could've crawled into my helmet. But i picked up that bike like a lunchbox and rode out as fast as i could.

This is not a trick shot. Thats how bent my grape hangers are. I'll get em' straight though.

Heres my fucked up knee. Super concentrated road rash and very swollen. But other than a new gangsta limp and a bruised ego, no bodily harm.



This fucking shiter was so hard to move what with being stuffed into the primary and all.

But now moving along this is whats next on the list. The rear rockerbox on my ironhead is leaking bad. Thing is, a couple of the bolts are under the frame backbone. And so the whole cylinder head is coming off. Then i can get the rocker box off.

Bryan really hooked me up finding the ONLY one at the entire Stafford Springs swaps the last time we went.

So all in all i had a great time last weekend. The weather has finally broken around here and Bryan is getting closer to finishing the Dirty Girl. Pete has a WAY to go on his scoot, and Dennis' evo-knievo has some reassembling he has to do, so hopefully everybody will be up and running soon enough. After all, the point of doing all this shit is to ride them.

picked up a new tank this weekend

scored it for 75 beans 5 mins into the first row.

Ground Floor

I posted a pic of the Chevy over the weekend. That's the "before" picture. Today i went and had u-bolts made, then bought the rectangle tube. It's three inches tall and the right width for the spring. I had to drill holes in it and put an allen head bolt for the little peg that centers it on the axle. Easy breezy.

There you go. 3 Inches lower and i'm a lot happier.

yesterday

My 1950 Chevy

i been out riding

CJ took his bike apart to paint the frame (the ironhead is for the wooden bike)