Friday, April 30, 2010

Friday!

Time to head for the mountains


Thursday, April 29, 2010

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Front Street

Bars, just what the Dr ordered. You won't buy better bars from a better guy.

Chicks Dig

Rockers

Monday, April 26, 2010

Saturday, April 24, 2010

June 19th

Classy

Fantastic '76 mono shock Beemer.






Metal work done by Meyerbuilt Metalworks Owned by One 1/2 of the Wilkinson brothers. These guys have an eye for style

Blind

Friday, April 23, 2010

Friday!

Time to start living the High Life

Randoms




Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Highs and Lows

of the OG Suicide Wheeler





Sunday, April 18, 2010

Anna's Army Day

Our buddy Justin (orange shirt) lost his daughter to Cystic Fibrosis last year, he has an organization called Anna's Army (web site) We rode down to show some love. Riding loaners cause our own junk is still in the shop... Good time about 200 mi check the pics









Stolen

From The ZON. I try not to snipe and post but this is too good not too

Thursday, April 15, 2010

FTW!

I'm sure you've heard of this place but don't forget about it, it's a killer idea and there's neat shit there. Planing a ride out of state? This is a must FTW Ride and my humble contribution FTW Ohio

TWT

Has a blog and makes neato shit. Check him out here come to R4YL to win some of his neato stuff

F100






Sunday, April 11, 2010

An I'm back

Try to get back in the rhythm this week give you peeps some good shit to look at

Vegas knows now

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Closed for a minute

Gonna go do some sinnin

Sunday, April 4, 2010

You know

Have a good one

Friday, April 2, 2010

Good Friday indeed

This morning when I got up it was 60* already. NICE! Grabbed a hoodie, one of my ever faithful Biltwell lids & a pair of gloves. Strolled out the door to hear the 6:15 coming down the line, pushed the sled for the day out the door & lit the fire. The exhaust note broke the silence of neighborhood. Roll on the throttle ease off the clutch & my world changed. Nice cool breeze in the face as I headed down the highway bike running like a champ as I dropped down into the low spots & back out again the temperature fluctuated in unison with my elevation changes. Ponds that were frozen 2 weeks ago now are smooth as glass with small pockets of fog rolling off them. The sky now is baby blue with pink streaks and you can just make out the shapes of the still black leafless trees. There are silhouettes of deer making their way from the corn stubble fields back into the shade & protection of the woods. Farm houses have kitchen lights on no doubt having breakfast before getting started on the days chores.
Work for the day was nice, moderate effort required but you don’t give a crap about that.
End of the day couldn’t come soon enough it’s 80 and light clouds. Pack the sweatshirt & gloves away strap the BW to the sissy bar and in the wind. Now the breeze is at temp where it’s nothing (you know not hot and not cold just perfect comfort) took the windy way home through small towns, over hills and through sweepers with yellow lines rolling under my left foot as if I were heading to see the wizard. In all the small towns people are out on their front pouches and swings, little kids are playing in their yards and the smell of grilles fill the air. Some boys run to the street & wave at bikes going by which leads me to wonder how many of those kids will grow into the kind of man who spends countless hours at night in his garage welding & cutting till he has the suicide wheels of his dreams. Farmers that were eating breakfast 10 hours ago are out plowing and spraying fields. The smell of freshly turned dirt and spray fill my senses. As I roll through town and stop at a light Joe dirt rolls up in his rusty ass Nova and yells over the rod knock “Nice Road King bro!” “Thanks.” I return (it’s my actual brothers Suizuki that I have at the shop to service among other things) As the light turns the air is filled with burning oil and rust dust as Joe dirt impresses me with the sheer awesomeness of his American muscle. Last leg of the ride are a blur I was in that mind clearing zone where miles fly by to the drum roll like note of the exhaust.
What can be better than riding on a suicide machine?
Good Friday indeed

Thursday, April 1, 2010

78 & Sunny

Time to hit the road