Supertrip 2017.

If you have kept up with this blog over the years, then I don't have to explain Supertrip to you. We did a small one this year, 11 days I think. We wore white to see how dirty we got. We slept in the dirt every night. We went to areas that we have never been to before. We got chased by cops. We had a fucking good time. Here are a few photos that I had on my phone, but I'm usually too busy living the dream on these trips to think about documenting everything. 

Warren, Chauncey, Me. 2010.

This was an amazing Daytona trip. Maybe we'll go back one day.

Dude, another angle.

No Caption Required.

Matt's Old Workshop.

This was my favorite workspace ever. I'm using this as influence in the new shop.

Just because they are so fucking good....

This is a repost of mine from 2012, but I love these photos.

Once again, the ever-so-famous Bill Ray photographs taken of the Berdoo Angels in 1965 for LIFE magazine that never made the cut. I don't know about the rest of you, but these never and will never get  old to me. I get chills every time that I go back and stare at them. It's the fucking epitome of what modern day chopper dudes emulate. Myself included. Take bikes for example, I try to put bikes together with a general goal of accomplishing a look from this era. I personally think that I do a pretty good job at it until I see these photos and notice the little raw details and parts that were put there because of cool factor and somewhat badass functionality, which end up making most other shit look like the chopper version of Payless Airwalks.  To sum it up, the bikes piss style. Bikes aside, these photos do such a good job of capturing the true spirit of being there. When I look at them I can hear the ticking of the pushrods and the motor-over-exhaust sound that is common with Harleys of this era. I can feel that early morning chill that is felt while riding at 6am, wearing a hoodie and long sleeve under your jacket and vest. The light shining off of the tanks and nicely worn Bates seats. The shot of excited adrenaline that you get from the first sip of cold beer at the destination after a full day of riding. These mother fuckers ruled it and so did the photos.

Things Lately.

Boogie Woogie.

Brandon. My bike. Sunsets.

Art.

Staying up to speed.

Sometimes the woods are a good hangout.

This is a midget.

Boat anchor.

Supertrip 2015 : Mindblower.

Unreal adventures, great friends, amazing scenery, campsites, stories for days. I've written about this sort of trip before, so I'm just going to keep it short and say if you haven't done something like this before, do your life a favor and do it. These are my photos from my phone.

Coming Soon.

My take on an 80's club / cocaine chopper.... Me and Duane are both in that cone zone this summer.

Mama Tried Was Fun.

Once again, Mama Tried killed everything. This show is the best. Non stop party, choppers, and good people. It's like a reunion for people that know what's up. I took none of these photos.