Sunday, January 29, 2012

Another Iron Horse Classic

Flip's 1979 Shovel Jammer !

    I know what your thinking, Whats wrong with this picture? No Wassel tank, no ribbed rear fender, no Knucklehead motor?! This guy must be out of his mind!  I know , I here you..... That's all I see anymore Myself.  But you cant deny that this bike is just right. 

   This is from an old Iron Horse magazine from my collection. I love these old magazines. Its crazy, June 1997 issue 151.  Not one web address throughout the whole magazine, How did we ever get along without the web is a mystery to me.  I really dig swap meet specials.  Nothing real fancy, stripped down and straight to the point. Just a young guy with very little cash on hand but a burning desire to build a chopper and ride.
   Please, don't wait around for that next period correct piece to pop up on E Bay! Every thing will be O K no one is going to think any less of  you. Maybe just a little hazing , and they might put you in a different section at your local bike night.  But come on , your a Biker right ? Put that pile of parts in your garage together and RIDE!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Front seat mount

A little time with the drill press and porta-band

The fit was so good that it was scary

Here at the garage we have nothing but the fanciest and most expensive welding jigs

Wednesday, January 25, 2012


Keeping it going.

Sled Head

Another fine example of proper parenting. Seems to be a recent theme here.

We got some snow the other day and the old man didn't really feel like climbing the local hill all afternoon. No problem. Some rope, the sled she got from uncle Kyle and Aunt Cailyn, and an empty parking lot later... good clean fun. She kept telling me to go faster and didn't want to stop. I told her if it was my dad he would have tried to shake me loose by whipping around some corners and aimed for the curbs. She's just lucky I like her.

Her mom didn't think it was as good of an idea as we did. No one got hurt, we got to have some fun and laughs and we will always remember it. That's a real good day in my book.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

This one's for the Ax

Keep traditions alive.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Dealship Jam

I know what you're thinking. A show at a dealership... I know what to expect and I'll pass.

Well not so fast Sally. I myself am not exactly sure what to expect being their first show like this, but I know the guys putting it on and they are a down as the day is long. They're trying to mix it up a bit and do things that you wont find in the new catalog of stock factory clones. Pre-Evo chopper award? Bobber and Cafe? What kind of dealership in their right mind puts time and energy into this type of stuff instead of trying to pick your pockets to fill the register? This kind...

These guys must be a bit questionable, they were way more that cool with supporting our sleezy deal.

And I will personally give a free copy of Issue 5 of Show Class for anyone that talks Tracy into arm wrestling and doesn't lose right away. Wilmington John is disqualified though due to exceeding normal size limitations.

So, how long have you been a bad ass? whole life

So after reading Steve's post I was all fired up over the useless youth of today. Later on, I stumbled over some old baby pics of me and the old man when it occured to me why the youth of today is clueless in the face of challenge, unsure of identity, and somewhat fearful of reality.

I was four when I rode my first motorcycle and it wasn't a fucking video game. We dumped that bike that day and I ended up in the hospital. We were born in a time when you didn't need a five point race harness to put your child in a car. I was back on the bike in days with my pop and I haven't stopped riding since.

I was four when I shot my first rifle and learned how to handle one properly, again, it wasn't on a fucking video game either. It was real deal shit with real consequences. Kids today get to "play" around, and no one gets hurt. There are no consequences--- just hit reset. Now that can't be too much fun, no wonder they're all on meds to get through the day.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Show some Love

just got some Lovely new bits up in the Freakin store for your pleasure...

hey Jeremiah, either get some lady models or put some pants on those dudes. thanks brother

Slowly but Surely

Im not knocking it outta the park but I've steadily been checking things off the list. I was originally planning on setting this up as a comfy cruiser (pullback bars, king queen seat, etc.) but I think this is the way its gonna stay.

An evening at Q's

Q and The Axe have been slaving away on Friday nights for the past couple weeks. I went over one night to help out and offer my 2 cents. I ended up chain smoking, getting half a load on and slowing progress. I haven't been invited back since.

Ferris Bueller was right

Life moves pretty fast! Seeing these 2 pictures next to each other is a trip. 11 years in the blink of an eye.

Saturday, January 21, 2012


 Well, I usually like to keep things motorcycle or more so chopper related but this morning I woke up to the sound of scraping shovels and about 2-3" of snow.  I often start my Saturdays off by hitting the garage early, but not today. Snow removal was first on the list because I have to push out all of the motorcycles in order to gain room to work in the shop. Bundle up grab my snow removal weapon and hit it.
  I head out front only to see some young kids playing and only one other guy out there busting his hump like me. Only the other guy was knocking door to door trying to make some cash. He was a middle aged Black gentleman fairly well groomed and polite. Only to be greeted with closed doors and ignorance. I don't know if I look at things too hard anymore but, my block is loaded with teenage kids and young adults who are more than capable of shoveling snow or helping out by assisting the elderly with their snow. I don't get it. What happened to the youth of today? If you think about it for just a second, Its really disturbing.
  I don't know where I am going with this but, back to the black guy. He finally landed a job shoveling snow for my neighbor, who by the way is younger than me but I guess to Lazy to shovel himself. The snow was pretty heavy I know from first hand experience. After he was done the neighbor came out and started breaking this guys hump. Basically "you missed a spot". Wow! needless to say I was floored. Totally felt bad for the guy. I don't know him from Adam but, he showed a quality that many people of this generation don't posses. Hard work ethic and the willingness to do any job no matter how small or for lesser of a word demeaning.
   I can kind of imaging the youth of the block looking out there windows and saying "I'm not doing that,That guy is crazy!" I really don't think I'm that far off.  I walked across the street and handed the man 5 bucks. I told him" I totally admire you for what you are doing", and asked him his name. He said "Jonathan" He was super thankful. I said "have a great day" and we went our own ways. No moral to the story or rhyme or reason. Maybe the older I get the more tuned in you become to your environment.  What was Jonathan working so hard for?  Drugs maybe? or maybe he is behind on some bills or had to put food on the table for his family. 
 The world is a cruel place for some, Others don't know how good they really have it.  I'm not saying go give all your money to the needy or help out every one in despair, Reach out every once and a while, whether friend, family or total stranger. My hat goes off to Jonathan, maybe his hard work will go to good use,and maybe he will return the gift of kindness to someone else.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Real Deal

Hey not everybody has the skills or the tools to make cool parts.If your trying to bend up a sissy bar and it keeps coming out looking like a heaping pile of monkey shit head over to the Death Science site and click on Fingers Chop Shop and have him twist you up some mids or a sissy bar tall enough for you to pack up all your shit and take that trip to Neverland Ranch you've been dreaming of.

Monday, January 16, 2012


The swap meet was OK, I scored a cool brain bucket off of Duncan and its the exact same one as Flathead Jay's! Super excited for next summer when I wreak havoc in Jay's neighborhood wearing said helmet.  After the swap we headed to my place for some food and drinks, I wasn't expecting much but it turned out to be so much more. Its amazing when you have a good collective of friends to turn just another Sunday into a day that personally will never forget. My side still hurts from the laughter and still find myself chuckling off and on throughout the day.  Thanks to everyone who attended,  Murph, kyle and Cailyn for traveling so far to hang out. Judy and Jo for the pretzel tray. Mike Mc, Mike D,Christine, Jay,Wild Bill and Q . I love you all. Huge thanks to Michelle for the hard work and letting me get hammered. The only thing that sucked is I forgot to take pictures.    Long Live the Duke!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Moto Weekend

Friday started out with Bill,Mike D and Jay coming over drinking some beer and getting some more work done on Bill's triumph.Vander put me in touch with Bobby and I jammed up to Brooklyn on saturday.Bobby hooked me up with the glide front end,21 star hub front wheel and drum brake and a ribbed rear fender.Got home and had a package from Fingers with a set of his mids.Checked out a swap on sunday and capped it off with a get together over at Steve's.Got to see The Duke in person and it made me want to go get a triumph,super sweet.Thanks to Bobby,Vander,Fingers,and to Steve and Michelle for having us over.

Issue 5 Jam

The Lowside of the Timonium Show is coming up in a couple weeks down in Maryland. We don't get together too often so we figured why not make a thing of it. Two magazine release partys at one spot. The show should be worth the trip alone, and this is just kinda like the bonus money shot to the face.

Always a good time when we get together. This should be no exception. See you there.

Saturday, January 14, 2012


     There are a million stories in the naked city, This is the story of  The DUKE.  OK, I'm pretty sure we have all heard this one before, " Hey I have a friend with an old bike, I think he wants to sell it." If I followed up on every one of those quotes, I would never be home. But this one was different. He followed up by telling me " His name is The DUKE he lives in North Philly, He's the only white guy on the block"..... Interesting.......and judging by the small swazi tattoo on his hand, I thought it might be worth my while. So I grabbed his number and he told me we could probably check it out in a week or so.
      A couple weeks go by, a ton of phone calls with no answer. Then finally I get the green light for my meeting with The DUKE.  Me and his friend roll up to the house, we stood out like white socks on a black carpet, if you know what I mean. I looked at the house, Handle bars welded to the front gate, I knew I was in the right place. We get up to the door, give the special knock, and we were in!
    As we entered the house I was greeted with a prosthetic leg leaning up against the door, as I looked around the living room I saw kind of what I expected clutter, pizza boxes , news papers, clothing, well you get the picture. Upon further inspection I spyed out a set of cocktail mufflers near the steps, peanut tank on his mantle and what appears to be the silhouette of a motorcycle under a sheet in this guys living room. At this point I really think I'm on to something good. My hands were sweating heart racing thousands of thoughts running through my mind. then finally we headed out into the kitchen and sitting at his kitchen table playing solitaire was the one and only Duke.
  A brief but erie silence was in the room,the two of us staring at each other like some wild west gunfighter's at high noon. Then suddenly he spoke "You like Triumphs?" his voice sounded like his vocal chords were rotted out from years of smoking and substance abuse. I replied with a simple "Yes" after that The Duke unloaded on me about his chopper, His eyes lit up, talking with his hands, He went on for about what felt like an eterenty about all his wild times. Partying with the Rolling Stones, hanging out with Andy Warhol, all the way to selling weed to Ramona africa, hours before the standoff at the Move compound. Finally he ended with " Go get me my leg!" as he pointed out to the living room. After attaching his fake right leg we were off to the dining room to unveil The Dukes 68' Triumph Chopper! Well, what was left of it.
    The sheet came off, crusty rigid frame, dual carbs, flanders risers , Z bars all the chopper goodies! He never registered it since 69' The Duke didn't believe in that sort of thing. He started talking again but I could not here him, I was too distracted by the chopper that sat in front of me. I snapped out of it when I heard him say "And that's how I lost my leg". I'm sorry but I had to ask him to repeat the story , I knew it had to be good.
    Well it turns out The Duke needed some cash to buy a large amount of weed, and the only way to get it was to rob a nearby liquor store. The robbery went haywire when the owner of the store whipped out a shotgun and The Duke was on the business end of the barrel. No money, He bolted out the door! One shot was fired catching Duke in the leg. The Triumph was around the block. The Duke gave her one kick with shot leg ,got her running, and blasted off into the night.
   The Duke got home, In fear of the cops, him and his buddy lugged the Triumph into the living room and started to rip the bike apart. Badly wounded , The Duke layed low and tried to mend himself up. After infection set in and a trip to the E R , The Dukes Kicker leg was no more. As luck would have it, He told the Doctors he had accedently shot him self at some biker party. and never got any heat from the police. I could probably go on for hours about The Duke, but I will end it here. We struck a deal on the Triumph, collected all the parts and headed out of dodge.

  After some slight cleaning and reassembly, I bring to you The Dukes Last Ride!

Thursday, January 12, 2012


New build from Indian Larry Legacy.   Classic Larry style. Well done. Pretty damm sharp!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

improve yourself

"I used to be a 130 lb loser until I put the Kung Fu grips and old 6 bends on the ironhead, now people worship me. Thanks for the FOTS site!" -Jay Ray Russell

JR, you and miss sugar britches are very welcome.

I'm not sure but I think that's Jackie Chan wearing some oriental bedazzled denim and a shirt with the dudes bike on it, which I'm pretty sure locks down your spot in Asian heaven.

Monday, January 9, 2012


Ok, Sunday January 15th is the Antique Motorcycle Club of America, Neshaminy Valley Chapters annual Swap Meet  8AM to 3PM at the Newportville Fire Company. The address is 2425 New Falls Road, Newportville Pa 19056. It is indoors, rain or shine. Antique Bikes, Parts and memorabilia only please.
 After that, everyone is welcome to hangout at my place to throw back some beers, talk about our feelings and complain about all the money we spent on all these worthless chopper parts.  11700 Lanett Rd  Phila PA. 19154

family and friends welcome !


With the help of Q, Mike D, Steve(East Coast Machine), some Highlife, and a couple of mallets the front end and tank are on and it's starting to look like a motorcycle again.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Just because you THINK you can

Doesn't mean you should. Tried my hand at the art of handlebar making on Monday. I just wanted something simple so I ordered some .125 wall 1" stainless and gave it hell. Props go out to the the guys that are turning out cool bars left and right (Noise, Special 79, Front St., ATR and Pangea). I'm still on the fence with these, I may have to put a call into the pros.

New Years Eve in the Sticks

Decided to head up to see my brother and his wife for New Years. This is how we occupied our time during the day. I think I may be picking up a new hobby. Hope you all had a pleasant holiday.