The Cat's out of the bag...

And according to Big D and Mike, the boys at the swap meet seem to like cats...

Our big news keeps getting bigger! Expect more in the next week as we get closer to launching this beast!

By the way... Gummo is the WORST movie ever. Art chic faggots can eat a bag of dicks. That was a waste of a couple hours of life I'll never get back. 

So close...

Yet so far! The US made it to the gold, but saw it slip away to Canada 3-2 after about 7 minutes into overtime. Great game, with some amazing turns. The US tied it up with only 24 seconds left in the game and I thought they had it! Great run though, wouldn't have thought it possible a few years ago. Best US effort since the Miracle in my opinion!

Zach Parise with 24 seconds left... sends it to overtime, but we couldn't pull it out!

Super secret projects...

Need vans. That's a fact. So... when we got our own super secret project around here, I knew the first step was to get a van. Dude I called understood the need and respected the super secret part, so I was down with the cash. This is the hookup. '73 Econoline. Super shape. Super secret. Keep it to yourself...

Keeping up the tradition...

Of no motorcycle posts in a while! I'm psyched on the USA hockey team right now, so just deal with it. The boys beat Finland to advance to the finals against Canaduh! The game against the Finns ended before it even got started pretty much... USA scored 6 goals in the first 7 minutes. You don't come back from that.

As for the rematch with the Canucks... it's anybody's game, but I think the upstart (and undefeated) USA can put them in their places! Game's tomorrow around noon. Good way to end the swapmeet don't ya think??

Bring on the Finns!

Yep, the US team took another win today vs. Switzerland in hockey at the olympics. That makes us the top seed headed into the semi-finals against Finland. I'm not getting too excited, but this is a good run so far!

Hiller and Miller... Miller won, but Hiller's a duck, so that's ok with me.

Is Baker Drivetrain trying to tell us something???

I was scoping out trans stuff and ran across this little tidbit under the King Kong Klutch page... hmmmm

I had no idea the KKK had an actual instruction manual... or that Baker would be so blatant about their endorsement of said organization. They must be high up the chain of command, because further investigation revealed that they have a registered trademark for KKK... who'da thunk??

I don't know about you...

But I'm stoked on the US play in the olympics! Haven't watched a ton of hockey this year... you know, having no television makes that tough... but I still keep up and think (hope) the USA can put it to the world this time around! They sent the home team packin' in the last game and now have a quarterfinal game against Switzerland today. Let's keep the home team pride swelling and root for the boys whether you know the difference between puck and fuck or not.

Ryan Miller taking a break after putting on quite a show against the home Canucks...

Jamie Langenbrunner stuffing it passed Martin late in the 3rd to clintch it!

Don't winning feel good?!

Alright goddamnit!

Chris over on the BlueCollarMoto blog ran a track by Toby Keith called "never smoke weed with Willie again" that's a definite classic, and it made me remember a couple that I used to sing with my pops while cruising down the highway in the old step van headed out to the wilds of New Mexico... Here's one of 'em.








Glad I still have a ton of memories of long nights watching and listening to Willie in Kerrville!

Big D will say...

"It ain't long enough!"... but who gives a crap what that guy thinks? This CB is right in all the right places! I'm not into the whole cafe style, but DAMN! The boys over at Whitehouse sure know how to treat old Jap iron...

Tuque'fer Tuesday...

Here's a man after my own heart... Jose Theodore sporting the tuque even when at work. I wonder if I wore one on the ice if I could stop pucks like Theo? Hmmmm...

Now we're talking!

I've totally found a new directional inspiration for the knuck! Think about it... the more you fire that damn thing, the lighter your payload = more gas mileage! It's actually a damn good reason to shoot shit! Count me in. Destruction and Suicide machines... a match made in... well... you get the picture!

I ain't just hard and scruffy...

I can be a softy too.

My nephew William was a hoot! Good to see Sis and Carter being perfect parents. They're gonna make this one a great kiddo.

It's good...

That I have friends armed with shit like this...

Otherwise, that fuggin clutch / sprocket would have never come off. Mike rules. His pile of junk rules. This tool rules. Now I can get back to working on my ruler application.

Weekend Wonderland...

For those of you that live in caves, let it be known that I am here to shine the light of the world upon thee! If you plan on spending your weekend fucking off like usual, you should take a trip down to the OC fairgrounds to check out Musink - Tattoos and bands galore. Check the site HERE for more info. I'll be there at Fabian Iezzi's booth taking up space and cracking lame jokes, so stop by and pretend to be amused.

Alright...

No more tom-foolery here boys! No siree! We're back on track and only talking serious shit! Like new toolboxes and benches! I scored a Classic 78 box from big Vic for a song and he tossed in a bitchin stainless-topped workbench as well for just a little more. Can't beat that with a well-oiled buffed-bodied romance model... oh... wait...

Ok, just to be fair...

I have to admit that I too, have been moonlighting in the Romance Novel cover model thing... it's hard to keep away. Seriously...

This one is kind of a vampire meets porn stars thing...

Get big!!

Well, it turns out that not only are Mike and Duane bulking up for summer, but they seem to have found a way to turn their new-found workout routine into a money making opportunity... romance novel cover boys! Geez, who woulda thunk it?

Dashing Duane in Desert of Dreams

And Mike in some Hot Jungle Love shit... 

I don't read this trash, but I may have to buy a couple copies just to have the boys sign them...

I promised to show you...

That Judas was better than Satan... at least in a taste test. Many of you know that I haven't been drinking in a while, but the boys went to a pub in Amsterdam that had like 300 beers and many were crafted in the name of the devil. Many were poured and I sampled a taste of them all. I have to say that even though I'm not drinking, I would definitely keep some Judas in the fridge. Good shit Maynard!

The Dutch National Guard...

totally hassled me at the show in Amsterdam. I was scared. I did what he told me to do...

It's different over there...

Sneak peeks are good...

SO, here's one for ya!

The fortyseven getting naked and changing clothes... probably won't look anything like this in the end, but who knows? Next up is a trip to Rico's with the powerplant to get it all dialed in and strip the frame... maybe chrome??? Oh yeah.

Tuque'fer Tuesday...

Look at me... got in under the wire for your weekly dose of tuque goodness... and goodness is right!

Who says tuques are only for haggard old seamen and crazy Canucks?? Even scantily-clad female types enjoy the commanding nature of a good tuque from time to time!

By the way, I said "seamen". 

No pics... just rant!

I'm gonna blow off some steam here. Deal with it. Today has been a comedy of errors - read: everybody around me is fucking up constantly. It started when I had to go follow up on an apparent attempt at cloning one of my bank cards. Talked to the bank last week about it and did the merry-go-round of assinine questions with them before deciding to just cancel my current card on said account and ordering a new one. Today, I took a look further back on my statement and found another transaction that looked shady, so I called to have that one added to the complaint list. Rather than just simply adding the amount to the list, the wonderful Wells Fargo rep decided that I must need my other accounts frozen and have those cards cancelled (all of them)... what the holy fuck??

Of course, I only find this out when I'm at the Depot trying to purchase 220V gear for the shop and plumbing parts for my kitchen sink so I can, you know, have running water in my house again and actually be able to use my shop tools. No go. Nothing works. No cash, no pipe fittings, no breakers, nada. I had 20 bucks on me, and realized that I was screwed in this day and age of "ATM or Nothing".

I call the bank yet again, only to have little miss customer service proceed to tell me that the other rep I spoke to must have determined that all of my accounts might be in jeopardy. I asked how the fuck (yes I said fuck to the startled woman on the phone) they could be in a position to decide such things without speaking to me about it. I was told that they were sorry for the error, but that they can't reinstate a card after canceling it. Huh? So what are my options?

She says "Go to the branch and get a temp card. They'll be happy to issue you one and you'll be back to normal."

OH, YOU MEAN THE BRANCH THAT'S FUCKING CLOSED ON PRESIDENT'S DAY???? THAT ONE??? YOU GOING TO CALL THE MANAGER ON HIS/HER HOLIDAY AND HAVE THEM MEET ME THERE? YOU'RE GREAT!!!

She was trembling on the other end of the phone after my abusive rant at this point.

See, I don't like credit cards and the bullshit that surrounds them, so I only use cash and ATM at this point. My bad. I figured that I was covered since I have THREE FUCKING ACCOUNTS THAT I COULD ACCESS. Nope. Not enough mister Craze. We decided to shut them all down. Have a nice day.

Wonderful. I hate banks. I hate people. I hate people at banks. I hate that nobody these days gives a rat's ass about doing an actual job. They just want you off the phone and click whatever buttons make that happen. This combination of buttons has forced me to be locked out of any of my money. You may think it's only for one day little miss "go to the bank on a holiday", but in fact, it's more than that. It's an entire day that I've now wasted because I can't possibly do any of the things on my list with the 20 bucks in my pocket. Not to mention I need to eat and have no groceries since I've been out of the fucking country.

So to anyone out there that is in the business of customer service (which should be everyone except serial killers and even they need to listen in), make sure you actually listen to the problem before determining a solution, because the solution you pick might just be a bigger problem than the original issue if you don't.

People like me have maps and internet. We will find you.

Don't even get me started on the granite people...

Time for my serenity prayer moment. Please hide the guns.

End rant...

You know how I know my friends are gay?

Speaks for itself...

He's here, I'm leavin!

My newest nephew William has graced us with his presence, so I'm outta here to do my best uncle impersonation in Colorado! Freakin cute kiddo.

I miss her...

The car, not the betty model... this is from one of the photoshoots that I did with the 31. Roy Varga on the cam. Forget the model's name. Bad ass fretless. Even badder beast of a death trap that I'll wish I hadn't gotten rid of somewhere around May / June. Oh well... love and loss.

I wasn't lying...

I really am looking for a good, usable Super E carb. No need for cleaner, but will take if you got. Show me the goods and I'll show you the biggest IOU ever! Ha, just kidding, I'm sure I have some canned goods to trade... or old chopper shit... or cash if you absolutely have to have it. I am trying to change the world by having kindness be the new currency though, so good deeds are available too for a limited time only!!

Tuque'fer Tuesday

So, the last to grace these pages was the legendary Jacques. Not to be outdone, we now have his arch-nemesis, Steve Zissou. You can't beat the confidence with which ol' Steve manned the tuque!

I am feeling it...

Yeah, feeling the effects of a fucking cantankerous panhead! Bastard carb and clutch put me on the side of the road no fewer than a dozen times yesterday. Damn-near crippled from all the kicking to get her going again. Whine, bitch and moan... I know. Suck it up! Maybe the patron saint of motorcycles will heal me and make me the better man, before I go out there and blow the fucker up today. Either that, or send me a super E. 

Big thanks to Mike D for hooking a brother up with a lift home!

Monday Music and Motorcycles...

All in one! Holy crap... this is the exact vision I had for the knuck! So bummed that this guy did it first, and now I have to go a different route.

Oh well. Snooze and loose or something like that. I'm gonna go cry in my lack of milk.

Super What?

More like Super Lag... I'm still not back on sunny day time, and fighting off sleep like my life depended on it. Hoping to be back in the swing of things by tomorrow, but we'll see...

This post...

Is here, because I got nothing else, and I'm too damned tired... so I present to you, the Jesus Lounger from Slab city. This is the true throne of geebus I think... no, really.

Judas is better than Satan...

You're going to have to trust me on this one... I can't get my camera to give up the goods to post yet, but seriously, you have to trust me... Judas rules, and satan drools... really.