Rollin 1 oh 1

Back on the 101 today out of Rohnert Park, up to Crescent City. Made my way up the highway, through rain, cold, traffic, construction, fog, and wind. It was miserable, but probably the best day I've ever had on a bike in the almost ten years I've been riding. This trip keeps getting better as I move further north. Sure, I was drenched and freezing my ass off all day, but the last 100 miles of my day made up for any weather that could have been thrown my way. I don't mean to sound ridiculous, but I still have goose bumps from the day's ride. Fog was rolling in and out of the forest and coast. The trees up here are massive, like none I've ever seen. The final twenty miles of my day made me feel both eerie and like a girl at a Beatles concert back in the day. Like a cross between a twilight zone episode and an old school video of teenage girls going nuts when the Beatles first came to the states. Words just can't describe how I felt leaning into the curves with the night rolling in along with dense fog in the tall trees. The last six months of work could have nearly killed me and I wouldn't have noticed it one bit. We'll see what tomorrow has in store for me...

PCH - Hwy 1

Camped out in Big Sur last night. That area is about as rad as it comes. I'm thirty miles from San Fran and the fog is rollin in. Staying with Kirk and Lisa Taylor(Custom Design Studios) tonight, then I'm off to the Redwoods tomorrow. Bike's runnin great and the weather has held up. No cops either, all has gone well so far...

The Road Goes On Forever -

On the road to Born Free. Good weather, minor issues, but the chop is runnin like a champ. The Hard Rock in Vegas tonight, then SoCal tomorrow. Rich and I are having a blast, blasting across the desert...

Ladies and Gentlemen

Mr. Kaisler -



What a guy...

See you in a few days Frank.

Forty Years Go By -

Here's a picture of my parents back in late June of '71, my dad had just turned 21 years old and my mom was just about to turn 19. My dad's sporty, packed with camping gear, ready for take off. Where were my parents headed? Their honeymoon. Story I've gathered is that they took off on a motorcycle camping trip, only to get hit by huge storms along the way. One storm was so crazy, they thought their tent was gonna tear to pieces and in the morning all of their shit was completely soaked. Probably from being on a bike, no one would help them out, except for a nice lady in a camper. She let them in, helped them dry their gear and fed them hot coffee. I don't have all of the details, but for the most part, that's how the story went... My parents lived this kind of live for years, before my older sister was born in '75. My dad had multiple bikes in that time, a couple that he chopped(the bike at the bottom of this page is one of his old ones). I can't believe my mom agreed to this, a good woman for sure. After my sister was born, my dad sold his bikes and took a hiatus from riding for 15 years until he bought his used '86 Liberty FXR(an old Milwaukee Police Bike, siren buttons and all) when I was 10 - I clearly remember the day we went to look at it and my dad bought it. I have that FXR now and it means a whole hell of a lot to me, and it handles like a champ - it's an FXR. My dad is the main reason I am who I am and why I love the lifestyle that I live. I'm a wrenchin' and ridin' dirtbag who slings drinks in a kick ass dive bar to support my addiction and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I owe it to my dad.

So, Pops, Happy Father's Day. Hope this brings back good memories and I'll be riding with you before too long(little over a month).



To celebrate, since I can't spend the day with him, I'm firing my chop up for the first time in over 6 months - finally done, just the spark plug and coil/ignition wires are left to get hooked up on the re-build and I'm off, breaking it in the next few days before the long haul through the Rockies and across the Desert . I think he'd want me to spend my day that way.

Almost There...

It's coming together. Getting to the wiring today, should be all ready to roll this weekend. Just in time to break it in, four or five hundred miles, then it's off to Born Free next Wednesday. Rich and I are riding the bikes out for it.

Nothing like tearing through the desert after breaking in a new top-end. Gonna be a 3,000+ mile trip for its first journey...



It feels as though I've lived at the shop the last three or four months -

Chicks and Ink

Ink on a woman's body is about as sexy as it comes, unless it looks as though a five year old marked it on her -









Don't know about you, but throw some quality ink on an attractive female, she automatically becomes ten times hotter in my opinion... Damn. Double Damn.

Coming Together -

Starting to look like a motorcycle again - waiting on my paint...

Chief Mojo Riser

Had a pow wow with my machinist and this is what I came up with -

For a One Night Stand

Come to Colorado...

This weekend in July is gonna be one to remember, or forget, depending on how the altitude affects your tolerance.



Get here, and allow some time for Rocky Mountain roads.

Do it -

- in the dirt