Kio @ Garage Company

Special thanks go to this man for helping put my ideas into reality. Keep an eye on him not only because he is a great builder but because he gets all the good shit at the swapmeets.

Setzer`s old bike, "M. Nash, B. Setzer... Where ya been? Wait till you see what i got. There is this japanese fella in Culver City that builds the most amazing bikes. Built me a pre-unit. (his indian had been in some guy`s shop for about 7 years) This bike is so clean..........Call me."

CB 750

I think this is what you call a bobber...............the word bobber is used quite alot......

Thank you Yoshi @ Garage Company. Check them out...........

Bansky.....

graffiti: a rude scribbling on a wall.....Pure Irony.... graffiti is the people`s art.....

`49 Flathead... kinda neat...
oooooooo Charles Manson....... Radical.....

Pre- Laguna Canyon Collision...........

Noah gettin` a feel for the bike, ten months later it was laying down on laguna canyon with yours truly in mission veijo trauma center...... and NO, before i get any comments, I`ve always been this ugly. My helmet saved my head, face and teeth. The body was torn up abit. Don`t you love it when they take that scrub brush to all your open wounds to get all the asphalt out to prevent infection...... no pain-killers..... they stop and give you a break once they see you start to faint from the pain. It was hard getting the gravel out from under my fingernails, luckily most of my nails were ripped off my left hand. Lucky huh? (always wear gloves)

Down for three months, summertime, sucked big time. (doesn`t even remotely look like this anymore)

Thanks go out to everyone who gave up alot of their time and helped out immensely starting in order of rebuild... Ian Barry, miracle man in his backyard melrose garage/Power Plant/Falcon Motorcycles, Meatball, Hell On Wheels for tinkering and putting together all the loose pieces, Keith Moore at Moore`s Cycles for all the parts and info and laughing at all my dumb questions, and between all these commas I`d like to thank Mike D. and Dynamite Joe for putting up with even more dumb questions and at least not laughing directly in my face. They both helped me with all the major stuff in between, just ask them, they`ll tell you. (They`re both so arrogant) This isn`t some kind of fuckin` testimony, just something that I`ve been wanting to say for a while. Thanks alot guys, that`s fuckin brotherhood.... I rest.....

Still one of my favorites. No frills, sign says it all. It would be nice to see them add "Nude Girls" to the sign but you can`t have everything ......... Life isn`t perfect.....

Quote #1; Don`t succumb to fear.....

Paraphrasing: Those who choose security over Freedom deserve neither....... Benjamin Franklin, february 17, 1775
come election time, vote with your conscience, not from your fear........

Lesson #1:Subversive Literature

The Mysterious Stranger by Mark Twain...............

This short story was published 6 years after Twain`s death because alot of people in the world are a bunch of pussies and are afraid to be held responsible for their decisions or actions. (money grubbing publishers were wimps and afraid people would judge them for backing a great author and publishing his "subversive art"). Mark Twain was an American radical .

Also read (or re-read) Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Huckleberry Finn had to make a choice between obeying the Law or doing what he knew was morally right. BREAK THE FUCKIN` LAW.

So get off the "Horse", toss the "Dice" and read the mysterious stranger. Only 65 pages, read it...... If you don`t like it, you might be an idiot...... I rest.....

Joe`s Knuckle

Dynamites maiden voyage to rooster freakshow..... His knuckle was so quiet and smooth. New tires, adjustments and I think new bars, fresh from Chica`s. Bike was running amazing. Good job Joe........

Joe has it all..... I have nothing........ Two-Wheeled Tuesdays.......

SURPRISE!

Rode back to Mike D.`s to guess what? Of course for some welding of the Nash`s bike because I can bust the weld off of anything. You don`t believe me, bring on the challenge. I`ll shake your whole fuckin` bike apart in under a half an hour.

Now it`s all pretty again... Thanks D.

rooster cafe

I always think I`m gonna take more pictures then I start drinking beers for breakfast...... damn it

Finally at the Rooster......

First ones there besides that T-Bone fella....... good guy, cool kid. Big cycle zombie crowd came thundering in. That sounds so sweet with all that growling rolling in. Alot of sexy tight pants.... yeah. (Scotty, see you at rodium tomorrow?)

Zombies bikes looked nice, I`m impartial to Will`s bike, he has a great eye for balance and style. Pretty sick, hope he doesn`t paint it.

Another guy with a pretty cool kid. ....I`m afraid to bring my devil`s spawn.... maybe next time. I filled up my tank this morning and the total was $6.66, coincidence? I think not......
That Zombie sure has a pretty helmet..... Blue Moon Customs.........

Rooster Freakshow

Swung by to get Mike D. Of course he was pacing with a cup of coffee in one hand and dirt devil vac in the other. Slow the hell down Brother D. Here is one of his newer creations ... well done...... something different from all the clones.....
another maiden run. He wasn`t sure if he`d be able to stop the bike.........Always tinkering with something... there has to be a pill for that......... mindpill...... fuck it....

Uncle John is Dead at 89

A few weeks ago my Uncle John died and left a pile of great pictures for me knowing i loved that kinda shit. Uncle John was a bachelor his whole life but said every weekend he would propose to get married. By monday he was gone. He would start off his day with a rum and coke, and a big black cigar. He just started to go down about three months ago then went to sleep and didn`t wake up. Not a bad life but a life of amazing stories and adventures. He liked to take pictures of everything.

These are pics of my dad`s bike. I think John said it was a `37 or `38. My dad hated talking about his cycle days and the last thing he wanted was for me to ever get a motorcycle. John asked my dad if he could ride it and since he was famous for fucking everything up my dad said that he could kiss his ass. But enough bugging got him on the bike and my dad explained everything, so John jumped on the bike, jumped a curb in an empty lot and ran head-on into the only tree on the whole dirt lot......... John said that when my dad and his buddies drove into the city from Jersey, like brooklyn or the bronx, the puerto rican chicks would fall like rain on their dicks to be seen on the back of their bikes. (I don`t have a scanner and the pics are pics of originals) He said the more lights and mirrors on your bike the better...... This is Port Elizabeth, down at the docks 1951-1953?
When John retired in Florida, he was known in the local strip bars as the `Captian`. I`d tease him about all his chicks and he would say, "They`re after my money" and just give me the best smile. Stay outta trouble Uncle John, I miss you....

Thank You Japan........

this helmet sold for $560.00. I almost wet myself, I thought it was some kinda joke that my friends were pulling on me. NO JOKE.........

`57 triumph

Spotted this flying down laguna canyon.......

ALMOST FINISHED.......

This guy liked edwards paint on his bike.........

SLOW DOWN.........

slow down be careful.... yeah right

Welcome to Jamestown, Tennesse.......

NICE

I stole these pictures from the nostalgia on wheels blog. Front brakes, if you`re not running front brakes you aren`t riding fast enough, sissy bars with license plates mounted to them. I love this look. I rest.........

YouTube - The Black Keys - Thickfreakness (Live)

Saw the Black Keys last monday at the House of Blues.....
You like the blues, you like southern fried rock, you like Rock and Roll?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKXlgISd3iA

Francisco "Frank" Lentini - KING OF THE FREAKS

Finally I have someone to look up to..... someone to be an inspiration to all of us FREAKS... The Great Lentini, he was born with 3 legs, 2 sets of genitals and one rudimentary foot growing from the knee of his third leg. So, in total, he had three legs, four feet, sixteen toes, and two sets of fuctioning male genitals. He married Theresa Murray and they had four children. I bet his wife had some great stories. Frank died on september 22nd 1966. We miss you Frank......

Tom Mullen`s AEE Choppers Trike