can i hear a fuck you........... stolen from church of choppers. i hope they`re not mad at me......

"what are you growing a beard for?"
" every man wants to grow a beard before he dies. it`s one way of saying fuck you to everybody. look, i`m nearing the finish line. i want a beard. it cheers me up just to look at it in the mirror. i`m not doing any trimming for at least another two weeks. if at all. if at all..................."

keep on pushin........ highjacked photo

Literature Lesson # 7?........... White Noise

hello folks.........it`s been awhile since i pontificated upon some of my favorite contemporary authors........ so here goes. white noise, written back in 1985 but still quite relevent today is absolutely absurd... quick overview; professor of hitler studies, married 5 times to four women, petrified of dying, infidelity, drugs. fuckin good shit. quick and easy read. you might be disappointed because most people think i`m a fuckin nerdiac that reads too many books. but i`m tellin you, you`ll like it. alot. go on, read some boooks.............

can you dig it?

......i heard a sound and when it grew louder i could guess what it was, motorcycles, a low throttling growl from that distance but coming closer now, rumbling and cracking, and i knew there would be more then two or three. i went to the window and then they came down the street with a sound that seemed to rip and sunder beneath the tires themselves, cracking off into smaller sounds which were then snapped apart by the next set of wheels and then the next, and i counted ten, now twelve bikes, the riders went past screaming something as they went, eighteen now, an even twenty, dressed in silver and black, the colors of their bikes, and they went past screaming into the sounds of their machines, shouting a curse or warning over the empty lawns. they were gone in seconds and it was a though a hurricane or plague had struck the town, we were all in one piece. but now, as silence began to fill in the holes left by these marauding bikes, i could almost feel every man and woman in town looking from windows down that street and experiencing a strange mixture of longing and terror. we were all in one piece. but we were not quite the same people we had been ten seconds before............ (PUT YOUR FAVORITE PICTURE HERE)
keep your day open september 26th, more will be posted soon as the information arrives
be cool..........................

Dead Weather @ the Wiltern

a friend left 2 tickets at will call for me and my favorite concert partner (noah, my son) was too tired. (we surfed for about 6 hours earlier) well about 7:45 i said fuck it, got fired up and rolled out my bike for a trip to hollywood. it was 82 degrees, the sun was going down, i finished my vodka and it was time to roll.......... i had to stop by the smog cutter before the show, medicine to recover from the ride......jack white has the gift to make anything he gets involved in to turn to gold.... this band was no exception. they fuckin killed it. everybody lost their minds when he got up on guitar for a couple songs. for whatever you think about jack white and the white stripes, he is one of the most talented and entertaining musicians out today. full blown rock and roll, real rock and roll.

when the show was over and i exited out onto wilshire blvd., the temps were still up and it was a great hollywood night. i went back over to the cutter for a night cap with some folks i know, jumped on me sickle and headed back down south to the O.C., home sweet home. fun, but crazy motherfuckers. i need to get some new friends........... such is the case.

stole this from M/C Art.............so sue me.

jayme@ blue moon kustoms...........solid.

desert fun.................

knuckle madness..............

now who`s gonna paint it? the plot thickens. stay tuned as this mystery unfolds to this nail biter.............. or not.

king of new york.....................and an englishman at that

so jim jowers, a limey i know that lives in new york is leafing through his favorite little m/c mag (dice) and yelps out, `i know that fucker!` well he drops me an email after contacting a mutual friend of ours, `hey, that nash fuck is in a mag......` jim sent me some pics of a few of his toys.......... jim`s words: `being an EX-photographer, i despise the camera. as far as i`m concerned, are you gonna live it or take pictures of it! that being said, here`s a couple snaps of my disgraceful condition...................

and this is my darling lil` fitty that i`m dying to get back on the track with a bunch of other old guys on fitty`s.

love ya..........cali. in december sounds like an invite!

jj

thanks jim, mcgill sends love and kisses.......................

M.I.A. i`m back and better for it.........

........a full summer in a southern california beach city can be a slow and frighteningly loud howling death...watching the masses leak like pus from an open sore leaving their sickness in every possible crevice......... draining your spirit little by little, dropping in on your crystal lover with a rented foam what`s it called. bicycles spinning in all which directions chaotically redirecting energy in all the wrong positions throwing all that is aligned into utter disconcert.

escape is the one and only savior and escape is what i had achieved this past week. my fleeing mind pointed north and my ass went following. my achievment brought me slowly rambling up the california 101 away from the used ass-wipes that seemed to never be flushed accordingly. (should there be a photo of a motorcycle placed here or a robot or large lucious breasts with enticingly succulent nipples lending to the beauty of the orbes?)

san francisco, she was gently calling, whispering lies probably but none-the-less i reached out to her and let her bring me down into her worldly delights. and her delights is what i needed to wash the shit away.

thank you sweet love, san francisco, for all your beauty and for your unwavering shoulder to lean on. i took your beauty, i hope you don`t feel used, i don`t normally go talking about my conquests but you were exactly what i needed and i thought you might be flattered.

thank you for all the passes left at will-call windows, window jockeys wondering who the fuck i was.......... thank you to all the bartenders with the heavy pouring hand, sliding one glass of elixir after another with but a smile and wave of a hand when i went to reach for legal tender for the kind indulgence.

"A", you are looking healthy and very alive again and for that i`m grateful.

josh, thanks for trekking all the way into town for some esoteric banter resembling long conversations of past while finishing your qualifying paper for your dissertation. (do you really think you deserved that piece of bragging paper for that utter pile of shit you wrote... honestly , you really pulled the wool over the eyes of the fucking pretentious campus fucks. tenure be damned.)

thanks mike d........... slo was pretty neat. we`ll head back up there in october........

i had to move, staying in so.cal. was putting me into a state of sleep that was diminishing my possiblities; i didn`t want to fall into a coma and retire to a dream......i enjoy breaking into my mind and finding new light....walk, see, feel, listen to the inner silence called peace..... i`ve decided she will be called amphetimene dream.(did i spell that drug right?) harpoon, can you do lettering?

well anyway, my pussycat and my kids had a blast and my head seems clear for what it`s worth....all will return tomorrow, back to what is, but for the time being, i have lost my urge to go on a homicidal murder spree.......all of you know who you are, you`re safe for now. i rest.

p.s. dynamite, get your bike running and ready.... we`re going farther in october....

mooneyes japan

Les Paul R.I.P.

legend.........94 years young.

tanks tanks tanks..........................

helmet coloring contest......we could have the big winner......(someone wants a hug)

had it since the day he built it.............

triumph chopper frame...........for sale

straight, blasted the rear looking for any cracks, didn`t want to mess with the custom molding up front. raked neck, cool molded fin, molded forward controls mount or hi-way pegs.

it`s just sitting here, who am i kinding, i can`t even keep my bike clean let alone put one together.......such is the case.

email me if interested..............mailto:interested..............nashpill@yahoo.com

peterson car museum........ they are always changing the cars so there is always something new.......

unfortunately my buddy had a couple of his cars there and i missed them....they switched them out for new ones.................such is the case...............

you don`t got one? i`m sure the born loser has had 2 or 3 already...............

this is my daily rider...........i`m all about practical cars...............

family van?

Pop.............

my old man still thinks he`s a chick-magnet.................................

George Barris.....cars are something i normally destroy.....i`d take care of this one.........

COOK`S / HELL`S KITCHEN SOIREE............

Nice to see Will...Grant being a social butterfly, just a wonderful host. our `OTHER` host had some lame excuse about `wife having a baby`. i hope the divorce papers are waiting on the table for when she gets home with her `baby`. congrats Mike........i`ll see you guys when you get home..............

30+ bikes fueled up out to Hell`s............... about 15 more signed out before we left Cook`s................ these are all the pics i`m showin`....just go next time. there were alot of guys missing and hopefully we can get everyone back together for an even bigger ride. (remember people, `when we understand, we cannot help but love`), be peace.....................

i rode up and Jason was waitin`....fortunately he appreciates a soothing cocktail in the morning. Jason, thank you for your kind hospitality.............

stolen picture..................i love this bike.

i love this bike....................everything about it................made to ride all day.

the "Tujunga" tank

custom gas tanks by gary littlejohn.............................