Saturday, July 4, 2015

Happy 4th of July

America still fights on several fronts for ideals we hold dear. Back home, Americans buy cheap Chinese shit, formally built and manufactured in the USA, and then wonder where all the jobs went. Be part of the solution, don't choke on a hotdog. 

July 4th, 1942. POW's in Japanese prison camp celebrate Americas independence. 

Friday, July 3, 2015

Sonora Bound

A couple photos from Fanch of the crew heading back to Sonora. In the heat of course!

Jonathan's shovel was donated to Jeremy for the ride home.

Eat it!

Machu Pichu

Thursday, July 2, 2015


The weekend was coming to an end. The heat, and the hangovers, were kicking in. Our destination for the night was Ventura again. But once more, we faced a couple hundred miles of hot freeway. 
After some of the crew visited the Born Free site again for some last minute crowd control, we hit the road, bellies full of hamburger, and pants in full on swamp mode. 
Better late than never!

The Euro Crew quickly adapted to the Southern California riding style!

Finally getting close to the ocean...


After a refreshing swim in the pacific, it was back to the secret camp spot, where I think everyone successfully slept for close to 11 hours each!

Monday, June 29, 2015

Born Free

We headed south Friday morning towards cooks corner and the Show Class preparty. Road was good, bikes were good, and compared to yesterday, the weather was mild. 

Wolf with our shirts for Show Class party

Our international sales team

Cruising around Silverado


The only other photo I took of born free. 

Let the games begin! Paul with our trash can ice chest 

Jeremy breaking in our rental bikes!

No caption needed

Friday, June 26, 2015


Some people have no idea what 109F/43C feels like. I actually think, up until yesterday, the Euro crew was part of that group. Not anymore. 
Another late night Wednesday, forced us to catch up on some desperately needed zzz's, but also put us on the road in the middle of the heat. As we left Sonora, temperatures were already climbing towards 100F/38C, and it was only going to get worse as we rode south. But like the true champs they are, both the Euro crew and the bikes, rode on through the miserable heat. 

Getting close to the Grapevine

Jimmy on Baby Clint's bike

Nose picking

Finally heading west towards Santa Paula, and into the setting sun. Got down right cold for a little bit!

Campspot for the night. Secret spot!

Fanch messing with a dilerious Jimmy!

Good morning!

Thanks for letting me use a pillow last night, dick. Pretty sure they go under your head...

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

More Visitors!

The next wave of Euro travelers have arrived. Jimbo from Italia and the Gasstation House, and a bunch of the Chopper Kingz and friends from Brittany, France. 
First things first: finish wrenching on the bikes we all have to ride to Born Free this week. 

Shovelhead getting loaded up to finish at the shop

Jimbo sleeping

After picking up the French connection from the airport

Next day wrench session: Jimmy and Jerom

Jimbo and Fanch


Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Vise Grip MC

As most of you know, Vise Grip MC is another badass motorcycle club, still killing it on mind-blowing choppers, based out of Austin Texas. What some of you might not know, is that some of their members were recently wrapped up in that huge bullshit down in Waco. All of their members were their supporting their club, but were arrested and charged under blanket laws which require no real evidence of individual crimes or actions. All of their brothers were released under bail, and strict terms, but this is only the beginning of the circus show for them.
For more information, and how to help, check this out:

Cicero, crazy good photographer and all around good guy, is also doing his part to spread the word and help out with the insurmountable task ahead of VGMC. Check out his site and buy a print. 100% goes to the brothers out in Austin.
This is one of four prints of VGMC for sale

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Riding through the Oven

Jason and I took a little ride the other day through the foothills. Not going to lie: it was fucking hot! 

La Grange for lunch. Grass fire going on down the street. 

Finally some old school air conditioning!