Sister Hazel Hair #16

Tonight's Gonna Be "Fun"...

Motor City H-D in Farmington is hosting a ride in movie night. Showing on an 18' screen under the stars tonight will be Larry Bishop's "Hell Ride". A homage to (cheezy) biker flicks. This is no "Loveless" but it will be fun as hell with a parking lot full of intoxicated deviants twisted and screaming - good people. Not sure how they will be able to show 90% of the film outside for anyone to watch since it's pretty much soft porn? The Movie, food, and drink is free. The film rolls at sundown...

The Purpose #18

"Look over there! A real biker!"

Double Wing

There is still affordable fine art to be had out there...this killer example of an early 2000's hydra craft courtesy of Mr. Hynson and is ready for a wall or a point break of your choice.

Apex

Shaving off a few ounces of unwanted aluminum back in'39.

That Time of The Season

I recently came across two of the pics above on my morning blog look-see. Both of the color shots raised the hairs on the back of my neck, reminding me of why I love motorcycles so much. The black and white shot just reminds us of how long the drug we call "the road" has had us in it's grips. I'll joke to my crew when I see some store bought bad ass profiling on his 35K road king laden with every tacky fringed golden widget he could afford from his local shiny boutique dealership and shout "It's about FREEDOM!" But the truth of the matter is - it really is. I know it's a tired cliche' and to some laughable but to me traveling long distances by cycle in America absolutely links me with generations past who did the exact same thing by horse. It's strong fuel for the soul and spirit. There is nothing else I have ever tried or experienced that gives me the same feelings. Packing up your bike and leaving home for an extended amount of time with no itinerary is earthen bound nirvana and leads to a limitless line of physical and spiritual doorways to be explored. It is true Freedom. So now it is officially that time of the season where we get out the maps and think beyond our current horizons. I'm could not be more stoked.

Thanks to Kemosobe and the Lodge & Greasy Kulture for the images. Both great blogs can be found via the links on the right.

Sister Golden Hair #18

Kick it Out

Tie and cardigan for the style points...

50 From the Mods VS. Rockers Run

I've been buried for the last couple days so sorry for the delay but here it is in a nutshell. Marcel and I took off on Friday afternoon for the Mods vs. Rockers show in Chicago - typically about a 4.5 hour ride from Detroit. It took us about 12 hours total even though we ran down the slab at speeds up to 140 with a general cruising speed of 100. We ran into two separate hellish storms Friday night heading West sending us for cover, the first time into Schulers in Marshall where we hid the bikes in an ally and then ate a great dinner. The second storm, about 100 miles down the road sent us ducking for cover into an ancient roadside motel that Kerouac probably got drunk in. After putting the bikes under cover we decided to do the same thing. Found a bottle of ok wine and after a 10 minute cork exstraction sat down under an awning and watched the late night strom blow in while finishing the bottle. 60+mph winds were being recorded as we slept off the basic white wine in our old creeky beds surrounded by 80 year old knotty pine. By the 10am the following morning our wheels had found pavment endorsed by Mayor Daley. We got to the show about an hour early after fighting through some horrible big city grid-lock on lakeshore drive. Delilah's was ground zero for the event so we parked the bikes out front and grabbed a table for the gig, ordered some drinks, sat back and watched everything happen. The bar had a great vibe as did the street outside as it filled up quickley with bikes and bike people of every type. We spent the afternoon half in the bar drinking and half on the street checking the bikes out and meeting some really cool people. By the time the party was supposed to move to another venue for the nights festivities I had to load up and bolt back to the mitten for a gig I had the following morning so I missed what I'm sure ended up being an epic night of bar hopping and loads of fun. Marcel ended up at Gennaro Sepe's shop (from the horse magazine) drinking and talking bikes early into the following morning. Thanks to everyone I met "Hey! Your the ZON guy!" and to PJ, Ann (congrats on your clean new/old Beemer!), Trish, Joel, Gennaro, PanShovel Josh and all the folks from the Ton-Up club for putting on such a cool event. See you all next year.