The Weekend Roundup

SUNDAY POST LATE–VIRUS ATTACK, CHINA FLU AND HANGOVERS ARE BEING INVESTIGATED Hey, just when I think the Headquarters projects are manageable I’m hit with a half dozen more. I’m sure you can dig it, if you have ever bought a fixer-upper or your girlfriend started riding, and you now have two bikes to build or […]

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–NEW GANG LAW, TEXAS HARRASSMENT AND NEW FRAMES I’m still shaking from last night. I took my mom out for Dinner and a walked through downtown Long Beach’s art walk. I tripped on the buildings, art deco architecture and the House of Hayden Bar. Got my juices flowing regarding the Cantina and the

SUNDAY POST CELEBRATION–IT’S MOTORCYCLE MONTH ACROSS THE COUNTRY It’s a warm Summer like Sunday and the road is calling. The other night Spring clammored in the air. The Cantina partied with six woman and three guys out front while I hid out in the shop with the woman of my dreams. We listened to the

SUNDAY POST–LAUGHLIN SURVIVES, KEN MILLER PROJECT, BILL FURR HURT AND UPS TERRORISTS Helluva weekend. Non-stop, we hauled ass to Laughlin on Thursday at 5:30 in the morning escaping the city. We ducked most of the traffic, some mist but not the wind. I leaned the King over as we entered the desert and cut a

SUNDAY SUNNY POST–THE LAUGHLIN FEVER GROWS My new anti-stress mouse from S&C Wish I knew where to start. We fired the Amazing Shrunken FXR yesterday. It’s a bad-ass little hot rod. It sparked right to life, 88-inches of street fighter. I’ll try to run a report on my wiring job next week. Giggie from Compu-Fire

SUNDAY POST EASTER REPORT–IT’S GRIZZLY It’s Easter and the sun’s glistening off the harbor. We should ride. Here’s the report on the headquarters. New high-tech florescents were installed, mirror installed in the gym and I popped for a Muffler Masters 3-inch tube bender which I’ll roll into the shop tomorrow. Tomorrow the electrician installs three

SUNDAY POST–ARIZONA RAIN, NUDITY WRONG, RED LIGHT LAWS AND NEW BELT DRIVE I wasn’t expected to roll in until this afternoon. I hit it for Arizona on a 2004 Victory Kingpin and started dodging rain within the first 50 miles, a bad omen. I hooked up with the rest of the group in Yucca Valley

SUNDAY POST ROCKS–NEW PARTS, OLD SCHOOL, H-D COLLEGE AND COP CAMERAS ON EVERY CORNER My to-do list just broke all records. Fixin’ the heads, runs to Home Depot and planning a run to Arizona tops the list. We’re launchin’ the Jose Daytona Report this morning and I’m going to wire the Shrunken FXR this week.

SUNDAY MADNESS, PACING THE DECKS, NEW FRAMES, HELMET REPEAL AND A DOG DOWN Strange times at the headquarters. We’ve been packed and ready to rock for (it seems) weeks. We’re at the far end of three escrows and the first one was held up last week due to incompetence. We were stuck dragging our feet

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,