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CRAZED SUNDAY POST–DAYTONA REPORTS, BAD JOKES AND NEW FRAMES Life is nuts, but goddamnit it’s spine tingling. Never a dull moment, is one of my creeds. There’s too much shit going on to mention. We’re moving. I’m writing this surrounded by boxes, the garage is a mess, life is in turmoil. We’ll report on the […]

RAINY SUNDAY POST–KID ROCK, WILD RISERS AND SEX–NOT BAD FOR A QUICKIE Here’s a rare shot of Jesse, Hugh King and Kid Rock during the filming of Motorcycle Mania III in Mexico. Watch for the article I wrote in American Rider. The rain broke momentarily. Another front is on a collision course with the coast.

SUNDAY POST VALENTINES DAY HANGOVER–RIGHT-OF-WAY LAWS RULE FOR RANDY SCOTT Here’s a Hal Robinson classic from the ’70s, submitted by Mustang Jack. Happy Belated Valentines Day. My night wasn’t packed with wild sex, unfortunately. That’s what happens when two women don’t see nipple to nipple. I suffered through with hot chow from a local hole-in-the-wall

SUNDAY POST–125-INCH TWIN CAM, JANKLOW GOES TO JAIL, AND SLICK SHIT Hey, it’s fuckin’ beautiful on the coast. I hope some bros are on the road. Layla completed and passed the motorcycle training course yesterday and we’ll test her skills and desire on a 1200 Sportster on Tuesday. Time will tell and shit will smell.

SUPERBOWL SUNDAY POST–HUDDLE UP Here’s the kinda SuperBowl huddle I like. It’s nuts today. We’re wrappin’ up the Post, then running to the new Harbor Kick Boxing Dojo to help complete the gym, then I’m riding to Berdoo to watch the SuperBowl with my down and out son is spends his time in a Biker

SUNDAY POST–ROADSTER SHOW WEEKEND I’m drifting from project to project. The shrunken FXR is flying together. A Horse deadline approaches next week. The new year is underway and now that the holidays are long behind us the women are crawling out of the holiday mode. My eyebrow tilts and so does hers, as I scan

PLAYOFF SUNDAY POST–IT’S BETTER THAN ANY HALFTIME REPORT Rare duck photo…from Ramon The year is just beginning and already the line-up for events is spreading. You’ll see the Smoke-Out, Donnie Smith’s bike show, The Honolulu Build-Off and the Charlotte Run For Breath represented here. That doesn’t count all the major Laughlin to Daytona weekend events.

SUNDAY POST–SUNDAY RIDE AWAITS No wonder I don’t ride much on Sundays. The goddamn Sunday Post, women and … Well, you know excuses are like assholes everyone has one. Pablo wrote that very same sentiment regarding his flow bench articles. He’s behind. Thursday we’ll post news on how to build your flow bench. In the

PLAYOFFS SUNDAY POST–300 AVON, JOSE FOUND AND NEW PAINT REVEALED SUNDAY POST PLAYOFFS The first weekend of the playoff are rocking the screen. I don’t watch much television or football, except Monday night games and the playoffs. It looks as though we’re moving the headquarters to a larger facility in stinky part of town. I

SUNDAY POST HOLIDAYS–SOME SIZZLING NEWS It’s already Sunday after Christmas. Man, life rolls along. Hope everyone had a terrific Christmas. Now, kick back and relax. Get some sleep and prepare for New Years. I’m not much of a major party attendee. I’ll just hang and hope for wild sex. Speaking of half dressed women, watch

SUNDAY CHRISTMAS ACTION–THE BEST PRESENT A 300 AVON FOR WIDE TIRE FREAKS I’m hungover. Christmas partying on a swaying sailboat while a parade of glittering yachts circled us. We didn’t notice. We were drinking, fondling women and stuffing our faces. What’s this got to do with bikes? I hauled along the editorial staff from Hard

CELEBRATING SUNDAY–SADDAM DOWN Couldn’t be a better day in so many respects. Last night rocked with a warm Holiday dinner with good friends in a home built in the mid ’20s. The food and folks were perfect reminders of what Christmas stands for. Earlier in the day we hit the Moon Eyes hot rod Christmas

SUNDAY POST CELEBRATES THE HOLIDAYS WITH A HANGOVER I’m hungover. I didn’t drink that much, I swear. My babe’s oldest son turned 21 and we took him out for a couple of drinks. I warned him of barroom evils and treacherous women. Don’t know if it will help. I made all the mistakes twice and

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–HOLIDAY TERROR I’m trippin’ today. Too many pancakes backin’ up the Jack Daniels from last night. The sugar high is buzzin’ my teeth. What a nuts day yesterday was. The Amazing Shrunken FXR is about ready for paint and chrome tear-down. The Beach Ride Bike rolled into the headquarters yesterday with a broken

SUNDAY MADNESS–COOL WINDS, CHOCOLATE DOWN, BAD COPS AND A BROTHER’S HAPPINESS DISCOVERED! There’s good news and bad. Don’t ever shop at Penny’s again. I dislike Malls. They’ve become something out of third world madness. Crap everywhere, crowds clammoring for racks of clothes made in Indonesia. As we arrived we were met at the corroded door,

SUNDAY MADNESS–WOMEN, CHROME AND CIGARS It’s a morning after a night that curled my toes. I don’t know about you, but there is heaven on earth, even during a time of terrorist attacks and political bullshit. Sometimes I truly believe that there are entire countries that don’t get it. Give me a woman with the

SUNDAY POST INSANITY–BOAT RIDES, LOVE RIDE AND GIRLS Rachel Price, Mr. Samson’s daughter. Love Ride Weekend is winding down. We threw a small party last night after Kenny Price of Samson’s boat ride around Balboa Island in Newport Beach. Good to see some of the pals. The night before we pre-viewed the goods at the

SUNDAY POST PARTY–HALLOWEEN JUST WON’T STOP It’s just a day after Halloween, but the mystery hasn’t subsided. There’s still the hint of evil, sex and blood in the air. It felt good to tinker in the garage all day and wonder what Saturday night would bring. I’m still hanging on. Yep, I’m wailing through the

ASH SUNDAY POST–WILD FIRES ERASE SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA A shot of good coconuts. I’m not going to ruin your day with the opposite shot. As the forest fires blazed in Southern California, the fires heated up at the headquarters. Damn, give a woman a massage and she melts. We took advantage of the time change and

SUNDAY POST RIDE ALERT–PACK YOUR SHIT AND HIT THE ROAD See the new Cyril Huze Creation on the Home Page. Hey, I’ve got to run. The martial arts master is rolling over for a putt. He rides a ’62 stretched Pan, and we’re rolling out at noon. I better rock. Don’t miss the new Life

SUNDAY POST INSANITY–YOU’LL GET A KICK OUT OF THIS ONE Who the fuck came up with the notion for a Sunday Post? I’m hungover, it’s my 82-year-old mom’s Birthday, I’ve got deadlines, projects and places to ride. Besides, goddamnit, It’s Sunday! Ah, but last night was a dream, an example of how every night should

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–NEW TECH BOOK, BAD ACCIDENT REPORT AND SICK JOKES Watch out. Don’t pass out at a Bikernet party. Just returned from San Jose and the CCI Dealer show. It was good to see old pals and sense the progress in the industry. Hot stuff in every booth. Bike lifts are cool and Kendon

SUNDAY MADNESS–TOO MUCH WHISKEY It’s one of those survival mornings. You know, the type when you wonder how you survived the previous night. Yesterday kicked off as calm as most, then went all to hell. After the El Camino Antique motorcycle swap meet we returned to the headquarters to face one mix-up after another. Then

SUNDAY POST MAYHEM–INDIAN DOWN FOR THE COUNT Biker chick of the week from Bubblehead. I’m in a daze. Life is fuckin’ amazing and women are the icing on the cake. I can’t describe how I feel just now. It’s good, so damn good I’m not sure which way to turn. There’s been a series of