Love and a .45

Got out to the shop and got my mess from last weekend cleaned up. My swap meet special early model sportster tank won the voting and it's going on this bike. The voting was simple as I'm the only vote that counts. Fortunately, I'm not one of these weak-willed fags that has to post a pic of the tank they want to use on their bike online first to make sure everyone else thinks it's 'cool'. Anyway.


Final drive sprockets are installed, thanks in part to the easy to use kit Zipper's produces to help with the belt to chain conversion on Sportsters. I got the sprockets aligned and the wheel centered up nice.


Shop dogs. They don't work too hard, but they do a good job of keeping the right mellow mood in the air.


P.S. Remember the words of a wise man: "Son, the only two things you need in life are love, and a .45"

Jimmy Bortles, the Grouchy Master

I was lucky to enough to work with Jimmy while I was at Carolina H-D. Easily one of the best builders that most people have never heard of. I learned a lot of things from Jimmy about the right way to build a bike when I was just getting started. Every custom bike Carolina H-D ever had featured in a magazine was built by Jimmy, even though I don't think he ever got the credit he deserved for his work.

Glad to see he's still putting two wheels down in the NC backwoods. A great, laid back guy who doesn't give a damn about all the trendy bullshit in the custom bike world. A guy who still does the most badass, surgically clean wiring jobs on his bikes. And I'm not talking about simple 7 wire choppers that any dumbass can wire up. I'm talking about fuel injected, twin cam, sensors everywhere, electronic everything bikes with a wiring job that looks better than any factory's work. Jimmy's the man.

Don't Point that at Me!

Ok, you can point it at me.

The chick on the front of the latest issue of the Horse.

Rhymin' and Stealin'

Monica's out in Seattle for a few days for her little brother's funeral, I mean wedding. So, I got some shit going in the shop. I'll get some pics up, but I got a new air cleaner set-up fabbed up for my Evo so I can finally give Roadside his back (thanks brother!), in the process of making some super narrow apes for the Evo. Also got the rear wheel-trans. sprocket alignment done on the sportster and finally made my mind up to run the K Model turtle tank I got at the vintage swap on the bike.

Overall I mainly just made a fucking mess out of my shop, but sparks were flying and wrenches were spinning. It was good.
Until pics, here's three dudes. (Try to guess which one's a hermaphrodite!)

Rebel Ridin

This beast rolled into the shop as a trade in on a '76 Ironhead basket case that was for sale. Strutted, NO sheet metal, and a rabbit's water bottle for a gas tank. Hard as fuck, 250cc of absolute pissed off machine.

Thug Life

A good shot I found of me, Roadside, and my Pops at the overlook at the top of Deal's Gap. Great day riding.

Satan's Slingshot

I finally got my Sportster project back up on the lift and spent some time fucking with it. I'm anxious to really get into this bike as it will rule the world when it's finished.

One of the Few Good Things About the Summer Heat

Of course, I'm pretty sure these pics are from a beach in Europe somewhere, but you can't have everything.

Yes, yes, yes......

Always a classic, Vida Guerra and her turbocharged ass.

O.G.

Ice Cube and the cuddle bunch, back before he started making a bunch of shitty movies.

South Dakota?

Nope, South Carolina. There's a farm a few miles from the house that has a small herd of buffalo, about 40 or so. I hadn't seen them in several months so I'd assumed they were buffalo burgers by now, but while riding past there a few nights ago there they were. I had to pull over and check them out for a couple minutes. Pretty cool.