Tanks, Tanks, and more tanks {Part 1}

I have a friend that swears he can't tell what kind of bike he's looking at unless it's spelled out on the tank. He's usually pretty confused.

I LOVE this bike

Of course, my camera battery died and I only got this one shot.  So rad. Gold, baby, gold. Look at that pipe! If this is your bike or you know who owns it, email me...I want to know more. And, I want more pictures!

Pimp-a-licious

I don't know a thing about Indians, but I liked this one

Talk about period correct. Boss.

Just imagine if you went 50...

I thought this Pan was real neato...

As I was snapping pics, the owner walked up.  Really nice dude. Said he had ridden down the day before from San Francisco. That's right around 450 miles on a rigid Pan. Sweet. He said his Evo and his Triumph both broke down, so it was his only choice. His biggest problem? Hoodie got eaten up by the rear wheel, but more in an add character kind of way, not a new shop rag way.

BF3

I'm going to start by thanking everyone that worked their asses off to put this thing together and all of the people that coughed up funds to sponsor. Also, thanks to all of those that brought out their vintage iron for all to see.

But, honestly, it just didn't do it for me this year. We've been invaded. I guess it was inevitable, nothing can stay grassroots/small circle/garage built goodness forever. The do-rags were out in full force, Affliction t shirts, swole up roid boys, fat tire horridness, Guido crotch rockets with 300 mm tires. Mean mugs were everywhere, up and down the vendor rows...yeah, I said it - rows upon rows of vendors. Selling seats, t shirts, you name it.

There were absolutely some wonderful motorcycles present. I'll be posting those up in the days to come. But from someone that isn't one of the chosen few, uber kewl secret handshake kids or a dude in a group of drunken 20 somethings, I felt out of place. Thanks to the Biltwell boys for letting me steal some shade and a quiet corner for most of the afternoon. These pictures actually make it look a lot better than it was.

I think this sticker, while a grammatical wreck, about summed up the day:

C'mon, you know you still rock this song...

Psst. There's an intimate little gathering of vintage motorcycle enthusiasts happening today...

Hit me up, I'll be the aging white guy with tattoos, vans, and a flannel.

Welcome back, my friend.

That'll do Pig, that'll do.

Here's what happened. Sheared all the bolts that hold the pulley to the rear wheel. No explanation as to why. Bolts are sheared way down in the wheel, not at the head. Destroyed the wheel, pulley, swing arm, and axle.

 

Looks worse in person.

Choppers rule

Are you ready for this???

A couple of teaser pics from BF2.

Check it

It's the thought that counts...

Wait, wait. No, it's not. I would never suggest such a thing. Bike rules. Garage Company.


Jonestown Massacre.  Google it.

I can't believe none of you called me on that brain fart. SNAFU (Situation Normal...All Fucked Up). If you didn't see it, it didn't happen.

Xoxo,
HATER

Yeah, man. Totally.

The Pan that inspired my swingarm Shovel...

There are still pictures of it hanging on my "Inspiration Wall". Gray Mitchell's 1960 (I think) Panhead.  He did a beautiful job on this bike and asnwered some of my very stupid questions.  Thanks, man.

Did you notice the dude can take a cool picture, too?