Well Here Are The Holes..........

Been a little crazy this week but I had the final pics of the rotor to share. I am fairly terrible about taking pics while stuff is in progress. So just like magic here it is all done and set up with the new brake. Looks about a thousand times better and will actually work better as well.

Junk For Sale

 One of my buddies in the club has a 72 Ironhead Stroker motor and a pile of parts for sale. Motor is complete from Carb to Generator. Came out of running bike and I think the pile of parts is everything but a frame. He wants around 2000.00 for all of it. If you are interested hit me up and I will pass his number along. If I wasn't having to rebuild my rebuilt shovel motor I would have already bought all this stuff. Damn the luck

Top 5 Saturday......

Well just like a blink it is my daughters birthday today. She is 9 and almost to big for me pick up anymore. She is a very smart arty type girl and she has been turning into her own little person. So shop stuff went well and Drews bike is fully operational and I will hopefully get it dropped off today. Noot is plugging away on the shovel stuff and I am gonna pull the S&S off the sporty to clean it real good and maybe rejet it as well. So Top 5 memories from my childhood.

Number 1. It was sunny and a little chilly the first time I rode my bicycle. I will always remember the feeling of flying and being free. My mom ran behind me for a bit then just let go and let me ride alone. I now know with my own kids what it feels like to let them have little victories and let them taste freedom as well. 

Number 2. I think I was 5 or so and my dad had come back around for a minute or so. He was a truck driver that week and he took me to work with him for the day. We talked on the CB radio and ate terrible food like a real truck driver. He had to drop a load of something at a oil plant and I stood on a giant pile of gravel and threw rocks off into the abyss. One of the last times I saw him for a few years. 

Number 3. First real kiss was at 12 and it was from the neighborhood redhead. I'm telling you honestly and brutally truthfully I have had this redhead thing since day one. Anyway there she was all cute and silly and we hid in her back yard and dared each other to kiss. I thought it was still kinda gross but I knew that at that very minute everything I thought I knew about girls had just been flipped on its fucking head. It's been all down hill from that warm summer afternoon. It was awkward and like smashing two heads together rather then kissing but I tried and she was so cute I had to try you know what I mean. Well over the next few weeks she ended up kissing damn near every boy in the neighborhood. Got my second lesson in the way of girls. They can and will rip your fucking heart out if you let them.

Number 4. First job was a real eye opener. Being that my brother and I were being raised by my mom alone I would say we were pretty broke. So up to the point where I got my first job I only had what I needed. She did a great job but for a young teenage kid I needed some shit. Like punk rock clothes and new skateboards not to mention records. So I worked with a family friend all summer and saved all my money so I could save up for car. I was 14 and knew at 16 I needed a cool car. Well let me just say by the end of summer I was just as broke as the beginning but I had some fun. Bought myself a new bike, skateboard, vans and started my thrift store shopping ritual. I remember buying bags of cool plaid shirts for like 5 bucks. Dickies for 1 dollar and then just hacking them off at the knee for shorts. 

Number 5. The day I moved out on my own. I was 18 and had just graduated high school. God that was 22 years ago now and even the thought of it makes my head hurt. I knew I was gonna fuck off that summer but to what degree I had no idea. Mom said I needed a job if I was going to stay at home and pay her rent so I said F that if I'm paying rent I am moving out. One of the scariest times in my life and it was something I had to do. From that moment on I did all kinds of crazy shit from living with 6 people in a 2 bedroom apartment  to sleeping in a friends car just so I could stay on my own. Had a ton of shit jobs and generally just wasted the best years of my life. For a short time I was free and honestly living in the world not letting the world own me. Fuck

Wild Child Bomb Drops.........

Justin Greene son of the OG Kansas City Wild Child dropped off a little treat for me tonight. Holy Shit almost every copy of Roths Choppers Magazine. I have seen a few of these but never in this good of shape and so many. The flier is from Wild Childs first show in KC in 1967. So freaking cool along with a shirt from the shop. I promised to be extra careful and you can guess what I'll be doing in all the free time I have for the next week or so. We talked about how timeless these bikes were and how out there they are. These guys rode these bikes which seems insane to me. Pretty neat stuff and I posted a picture of Sonny Rogers with my boy from World Of Wheels so now I have the bike that was in Choppers from 1968. Crazy. Justin is super legit and has a good head on his shoulders. This is probably one of the coolest things ever. Thanks Justin.. Lots of KC bikes from the era as well as articles written by David Mann and surrounding areas. Lots of club bikes and there are a couple of how to books as well that Roth put out. So insane that some of these are 45 years old and the bikes look so perfect. Choppers are forever and as basic as breathing.

Spring Cleaner.......

Today was the first truly nice day we have had since Nov. So heat cycled Drews bike 5 times and did all the tweaking to get it road worthy. Starts first kick and sounds mean. Nothing sounds as good as a really tight motor. Went over every part of the bike except the front end. Guess what is not worth a fuck? The front ends is basically rigid do to the fork legs binding up because of the rake, and just being used and abused. Not gonna deal with them unless he wants me to. I would buy a different frame and go stock rake but he likes the chopper glory and honestly it rode alright if you like your prostate touching your tonsils. Got the crack pipe out and rode it on the highway with the new carb. I think it needs a good cleaning but does killer around town. Moved all the bikes out of the shop and did a proper cleaning corners and all. Looks kinda neat with all the Harleys, a Norton and One Honda just chilling out.

Looking For A Reason To Believe.......

Guess what folks it is gonna be 70 degrees tomorrow and you know what that means. Riding in a t-shirt hot damn. So I will go get some miles on the 77 of Drews and then take the crack pipe out for a spin. I put some new bars and a S&S Super E on her last week and let me just say Accelerator Pumps are SICK. So now you are going to hear me wacka wacka all over the place. Pulled a wheelie today not even trying. Good times and I will sing some boss songs as I travel along the road. Hope all you fine folks have a running motorcycle and the need to clear your head. I know I do. Justin lets make this happen I almost shit when I saw all those rags.

In The Trenches, Behind The Radar, One Step Ahead, Two Steps Behind.......

 I use all these terms to describe how I live my life. See I know that I am in the middle of the country. As for a bike scene there is not one to speak of so that is all I can say right. I have my little shop and I keep myself busy knowing full well that I am on a island far away from anyone that gives a shit. My personal bikes are built with almost no time or money restraints so the end product is top notch. I will sell, work, barter, hustle anything my bikes need so the end result is what I envisioned and followed through. As for my customers I don't think I have had a single one that has handed over a blank check and said " Go Ape Shit Like You Would Do If It Was Yours". Fuck why not. Seems like most of my customers are young and broke but want a cool bike to ride. So when the fad burns out 5 years from now on the coast and all the midwest hipster kids want Period Correct bikes I am gonna still be here doing what I do and loving it. Same goes for my music. I have never been in a band that has been big. Like record deal, touring non stop, fucking money. I truly think doing it down and dirty keeps the soul in it. If you are handed shit then you don't respect it. Being a aging punk rocker does have its advantages I just can't remember any right now because I'm so old. What I am really trying to say is I couldn't care less if I am known or not known all I do know is I do what I do and if people notice my bikes, my music ,or even the ability to make beautiful children then I am stoked. As my vision for building motorcycles gets more refined , my ability to actually build them also grows. I have pretty much giving up on painting and really would like to just focus on the build up of a motorbike. Rock solid fab work and style for miles. Another Anchor asshole service message.

As a side not my show is about a month out so please check out the side bar and make a effort to show up. Same deal as always a down a dirty Vintage Iron Show.