pretty soon....

i'm gonna have to start calling this the brit and flatty board.

the milwaukee rally....

has begun.


break out your tassels and fringe. throw on that cool doo-rag. make sure you shine up your vest. there' s bros to look cool in front of.


it's like a circus around here.



and to make matters worse, their playing the movie "Wild Hogs".
pathetic.

FL to Milwaukee

on these two machines.

hope...

so i was at the shed last nite as usual. it was muggy outside. nasty, hot, and sweaty. couple bowls and a couple beers. not nearly as much excitement as the igniting of a half stick of dynamite like sunday nite, but still a good nite. go-kart blasting around the block pissing off the neighbors. firecrackers keeping everyone on their toes. always a good place to be in the summer. it wasn't till last nite that i think i figured it out. standing there looking at a twin cam softail, i realized what needs to be done. i realize what's missing. i realize how the company can save face. save their name. regain the respect they once held amongst all of us guys. and the only way i can figure out how to make them realize this is to tell them. so i'm doing it. I'm headed to the top of the heap. fire me from my job if you have to, i'm gonna say what should have been said long ago. spoken from a parts counter guy to the lead designer who's company's name is his own.

maybe i'll finally be proud to work here.

flatties.

one of my favorite pans from japan.

let's see....

1400 miles to go.

2 guys.
2 1/2 functional legs.
$120.
1 f-ed up kickstarter
1 bike running on 80/90 gear oil.
0 oil filters in use
1 bald tire.
1/8 oz of weed and 2 pot brownies.
4 really big balls.

like i always say, if you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough.

holy shit...

they made it.

if you think you know rock and roll....

...you don't till you've heard CLUTCH.

i miss my brit.

someone from the JJ board scanned these from a magazine. i stole them from him.

mondays blow.

stolen from JJ.

wow....

so I'm looking around on myspace and happen to see a friend of mines page has a link to her dog.
and not just her dog. her dog's myspace page.




seriously?

c'mon. you can't seriously tell me that there's nothing better to do than make a myspace for your dog? what's wrong, Aqua Teen Hunger Force isn't on? your room doesn't need to be cleaned?

it's funny to watch what happens as technology becomes more advanced. our society will opt to sit home in front of a TV, or computer, or video game instead of actually going out and doing something.

ah well.

i bitch and moan a lot about my job...

but i think i would have to shoot myself if i was a waiter. i'm sitting at breakfast this morning, enjoying my country fried steak and eggs, hot cup of coffee, and newest issue of "the onion" when i see this large couple walk in the door. I overhear them at the table next to me talking to the waiter and they're going on and on about what they want to substitute for shit on the menu. of course, being a cheap diner, subbing pancakes for blintzes is out of the question... that extra stuffing in the blintz is too valuable to sub for a pancake with a scoop of butter! so the lady gets all huffy puffy, then the drinks get there. she sees her juice, looks at her old mans cup and asks the waiter to take back her juice and get her the same as her husband. "i didn't drink out of it, i swear." yea lady, like that's gonna help. he's just gonna put it back in the refrigerator and serve it to the next person. some people. i would have had to smack the bitch if it was me.

well, it's friday and if you sat through that rant you deserve a look at some good shit. here's some from oakland's finest: Max Schaaf. (disclaimer: yes, i stole these shots. no, i don't know where from, but credit goes out to whoever shot em.)

i love this kid.

2 weeks man, 2 weeks.

still....

one of my favorite panheads. ever.

i'm done.

i'm tired of this. this company is hopeless.

there's just something about a flattie...

shovels.