Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
The Mud Slinger
Todd's bike is off the stand. Sometimes. Thats how all machines go. We had a quick scoot Saturday and after a few times up and down the ramp, in and out the van... it saw the light of day again. Ride wrench repeat is an all too common cliche. It makes that time on your bike way better. I was stoked to get another picture this afternoon at lunch in the sun that has since gone behind the clouds. That's a big twin oil bag with quite a bit of re-work to fit snug in the sportster frame... 1000$ build. I did not reimburse him for any emotions shown in the images below.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Kingdom Come
Crazy what a looped beat will do...
Erin and Neil played last night and they had some good vibes.
Mike was on drums
Guns and Babies
Erin and Neil played last night and they had some good vibes.
Mike was on drums
Guns and Babies
Thursday, July 14, 2011
That's All
Thanks to Hiro for the scans... got me stoked.
There are parts to this song that I love and parts I hate
There are parts to this song that I love and parts I hate
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
CB to Seattle
Ryan sent me this pic today. It accompanied an earlier phone conversation we had about his trip up from San Francisco. We hadn't talked in a year or so and the whole time he was ranting about the ride I had a completely different image of the bike in my head. He blew this motor up in Centralia after averaging 90mph up the 5. He said he had passed a few cops and none of em bothered to give chase. I was stoked to see his setup when I clicked on the attachment.
Monday, July 11, 2011
One of These Days
A week full of rain isn't promising...
makes the few kicks I got in over last weekend seem like a long time ago.
I want to go east past the Cascades for some sun this one...
makes the few kicks I got in over last weekend seem like a long time ago.
I want to go east past the Cascades for some sun this one...
No Bust...
Nose Wheelie
I got the bike to work.
Good day riding in town.
Perfect night to skate.
Perfect spot.
I got the bike to work.
Good day riding in town.
Perfect night to skate.
Perfect spot.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Codice Da Incorprare
These guys disbanded in the summer of love.
Its grey in Seattle and my bike needs fixing.
Friday, July 8, 2011
No Stopping Me
Violated
You can feel the flash...
2 tickets 5 days apart to the tune of $124 each.
I hate checking the mail and doing the administrative shit that always accompanies the task... but got my magneto sent out to morris for a once over in the same effort.
$600 in these expenses each year over the past 2.
You can feel the flash...
2 tickets 5 days apart to the tune of $124 each.
I hate checking the mail and doing the administrative shit that always accompanies the task... but got my magneto sent out to morris for a once over in the same effort.
$600 in these expenses each year over the past 2.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
The Outsiders Art Bars and Ethan Fowler
No clue the band was Dutch...
Ethan Fowler Does Portland.
A late night stumble upon.
Flatground 360's are rad...
Ethan Fowler Does Portland.
A late night stumble upon.
Flatground 360's are rad...
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
The Long Weekend Picto Ponzi Scheme
Some independence was celebrated...
The pictures are posted in no particular order.
I don't think I could add any clarity to the events with text but I'll try.
Kia and I were pulled over near Duvall for riding too slow.
He was behind me - I knew the second he pulled off his glasses fore the cops had just told us we were driving like assholes and then threw a crack at him to the same effect for getting punched in the face.
Little did they know it was an upstairs neighbor hit and run.
All for throwing stones at his window because his girlfriend had the keys and managed to sleep through the incident, ambulance and time he was in the ER.
Seattle passive agressiveness at its finest.
At least my neighbors choose apples and eggs.
Kia could see well enough by this point to snap a few of the pics below.
Dennis got some sun blocks and swears to keep his bike in his roommates space.
Shit's still inside of the house nonetheless.
In the span of 2 weeks I've seen quite the parts lot amass at that joint and couldn't even smell the vinegar that tank is soaking in.
If you look closely at the sparkplug changing pic you'll come to realize that Dennis surrounds himself with intellectuals on top of 45 wassel tanks and 16 sets of flanders.
In my time in his hood I learned of a Book by the name of Dead Languages and don't mind taking the time to recapitulate the tagline: "His handicap comes to seem emblematic of obstacles to communication in general, and helpful in dramatizing them: "I thought it was my duty to insert into every conversation the image of its own absurdity," Jeremy contends, and his coming-of-age requires a comprehensive survey of the available means of verbal rebellion."
Right?
Anyway...
At some point Mackenzie and I made it to Boom City and back successfully with some sparklers.
And mortars too.
$90 of gunpowder and no tickets made for a pretty good BBQ.
The corndogs caught some flack inevitably.
The pictures are posted in no particular order.
I don't think I could add any clarity to the events with text but I'll try.
Kia and I were pulled over near Duvall for riding too slow.
He was behind me - I knew the second he pulled off his glasses fore the cops had just told us we were driving like assholes and then threw a crack at him to the same effect for getting punched in the face.
Little did they know it was an upstairs neighbor hit and run.
All for throwing stones at his window because his girlfriend had the keys and managed to sleep through the incident, ambulance and time he was in the ER.
Seattle passive agressiveness at its finest.
At least my neighbors choose apples and eggs.
Kia could see well enough by this point to snap a few of the pics below.
Dennis got some sun blocks and swears to keep his bike in his roommates space.
Shit's still inside of the house nonetheless.
In the span of 2 weeks I've seen quite the parts lot amass at that joint and couldn't even smell the vinegar that tank is soaking in.
If you look closely at the sparkplug changing pic you'll come to realize that Dennis surrounds himself with intellectuals on top of 45 wassel tanks and 16 sets of flanders.
In my time in his hood I learned of a Book by the name of Dead Languages and don't mind taking the time to recapitulate the tagline: "His handicap comes to seem emblematic of obstacles to communication in general, and helpful in dramatizing them: "I thought it was my duty to insert into every conversation the image of its own absurdity," Jeremy contends, and his coming-of-age requires a comprehensive survey of the available means of verbal rebellion."
Right?
Anyway...
At some point Mackenzie and I made it to Boom City and back successfully with some sparklers.
And mortars too.
$90 of gunpowder and no tickets made for a pretty good BBQ.
The corndogs caught some flack inevitably.
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