it was one of those amazing
days. the rain stopped. the sun
blasted through crystal clear skies.
The annual 49 mile ride was filled
with anxious folks on all types of
bikes from all different walks of life.
The ride was a blast. Thanks Pete & Kim!
Had time to make it back over the bay
to skate for a minute too. As ice cube
said " today was a pretty good day"
early in the a.m.
the beginning
the streets
dave's knuckle
the ROG Father
start your engines
super rad
not on a wall
57 pan. bang, pow, wow
golden gate
hundreds of bikes
twin peaks view
Narcs have been infiltrating
the chopper scene for years, still
are.
Now they've been spotted on local
vert ramps.
sunset -the end
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
tomorrow--- these are fun.
10th Annual
Antique Motorcycle Club of America, Yerba Buena chapter http://yerbabuenaamca.blogspot.com
San Francisco 49 Mile Ride
Halloween Sunday 31 October 2010
Start/Finish at BayView Boat Club
489 Terry A Francois Blvd, ½ mi south of SF Giants Ballpark
Ride leaves at 9:30 am sharp
Ride is FREE, T shirts are $15 All brands of old motorbikes welcome
BIKES MADE BEFORE 1975 ONLY Bring cash for BBQ lunch
Antique Motorcycle Club of America, Yerba Buena chapter http://yerbabuenaamca.blogspot.com
San Francisco 49 Mile Ride
Halloween Sunday 31 October 2010
Start/Finish at BayView Boat Club
489 Terry A Francois Blvd, ½ mi south of SF Giants Ballpark
Ride leaves at 9:30 am sharp
Ride is FREE, T shirts are $15 All brands of old motorbikes welcome
BIKES MADE BEFORE 1975 ONLY Bring cash for BBQ lunch
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
- tools for taking you there-
these pictures are doing a number
on my brain right now. The tools and
the machine. This is the formula that
took me cross country. I also had one
of those cruz tool kits rolled up in
my battery box and an extra 7/16,1/2,
9/16,5/8, crescent wrench, and screw
drivers in my jacket pockets.
I know many people have done it
with less and many do it with more.
But to have peace of mind on a 40 year
old rigid homemade machine, these are things
that i needed. Along with the cash for gas,
the occasional camp/motel food/beer and parts.
Two pairs of wool sox.. wash one pair in a sink
or at a gas station while the others being used.
I also opted for modern camping shit. I know
the old green army bag looks cool on your bike
but that thing takes up way too much space. Modern
shit folds up small and usually works real well.
Thanks the lords that i didn't need to use those
head gaskets. Put your extra master link in safe
place so you don't loose like i did... or swallow it
everyday and dig it out of your shit in the morning.
That little lantern almost didn't make it in the bag
and i'm so glad it did. This city
boy forgot how dark
it is out there in the middle
of nowhere...especially
when your broke down on the side
of the road at night
it also let off enough light
for everyone to set up camp
too. That little 3/4 blow up pad
was key too. Kept you off
the cold ground and annoying rocks. I didn't
bring one change of clothes and i would do the same
next time. You can by cheap socks and underwear on
the road. Long johns were key. I'd always rather be
too warm than too cold. I'm not gonna go through
every little thing but this is what i brought.
I look around my house at all my "things" and
it's trippy... To live so simple for a month
was amazing.
And the friends... my travel buddys and
the people that let us crash at their houses,
use their tools/shops and basically blew wind
into our sails.
on my brain right now. The tools and
the machine. This is the formula that
took me cross country. I also had one
of those cruz tool kits rolled up in
my battery box and an extra 7/16,1/2,
9/16,5/8, crescent wrench, and screw
drivers in my jacket pockets.
I know many people have done it
with less and many do it with more.
But to have peace of mind on a 40 year
old rigid homemade machine, these are things
that i needed. Along with the cash for gas,
the occasional camp/motel food/beer and parts.
Two pairs of wool sox.. wash one pair in a sink
or at a gas station while the others being used.
I also opted for modern camping shit. I know
the old green army bag looks cool on your bike
but that thing takes up way too much space. Modern
shit folds up small and usually works real well.
Thanks the lords that i didn't need to use those
head gaskets. Put your extra master link in safe
place so you don't loose like i did... or swallow it
everyday and dig it out of your shit in the morning.
That little lantern almost didn't make it in the bag
and i'm so glad it did. This city
boy forgot how dark
it is out there in the middle
of nowhere...especially
when your broke down on the side
of the road at night
it also let off enough light
for everyone to set up camp
too. That little 3/4 blow up pad
was key too. Kept you off
the cold ground and annoying rocks. I didn't
bring one change of clothes and i would do the same
next time. You can by cheap socks and underwear on
the road. Long johns were key. I'd always rather be
too warm than too cold. I'm not gonna go through
every little thing but this is what i brought.
I look around my house at all my "things" and
it's trippy... To live so simple for a month
was amazing.
And the friends... my travel buddys and
the people that let us crash at their houses,
use their tools/shops and basically blew wind
into our sails.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
old gold
Hey man,
This is my tattooer Greg's old knucklehead from back in the day. He ran with the okie Outlaws in the 60s/70s,
probably the raddest dude I know, completely humble with every right not to be. Showed me these pictures the other
day and blew my mind. Said he built 4 or 5 other bikes, gonna try and dig up some photos. Thought you'd dig
these, only picture left of this street-murdering knuckle. He was telling me stories about how things used to be,
neither of us could keep from smiling.
-Luke
thanks luke
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
david robert jones - bowie
my friend jason does cool stuff
check his GLOB here
A T R
he's short, almost chubby, makes cool stuff,
has a mean backside tailslide, is very good
at being lackluster about everything, is my
friend.... until he get's too much attention
then i'll turn my back on him and claim that i made
him what he is and talk shit behind
his back. but never.
his daughter
A T R
he's short, almost chubby, makes cool stuff,
has a mean backside tailslide, is very good
at being lackluster about everything, is my
friend.... until he get's too much attention
then i'll turn my back on him and claim that i made
him what he is and talk shit behind
his back. but never.
his daughter
Sunday, October 17, 2010
--go to this--
support these guys 100%
this should be fun. check it
out. friends. future. feel. past. present
KEMOFUCKINSABE
right here
this should be fun. check it
out. friends. future. feel. past. present
KEMOFUCKINSABE
right here
Friday, October 15, 2010
too live crews and pocket pool t shirts
the 4Q store
got this one again.
changed the red to purple.
sooooft.
black on black attack
and white so right
STORE
got this one again.
changed the red to purple.
sooooft.
black on black attack
and white so right
STORE
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Bedazzeled Dagger or Bedaggerz?
Monday, October 11, 2010
--chuck close--
random inspiration
by jon marmor
He was big and clumsy and not very athletic. Because he was dyslexic, everyone considered him dumb and lazy. He was told to forget about college. He couldn't play sports because he couldn't keep up with his friends.
But that wasn't the only pain Chuck Close had to deal with in his young life. His father, a sheet metal worker, plumber and on-the-side inventor, was always in ill health and moved the family from Monroe to Everett to Tacoma to Everett in search of civil service jobs with health benefits.
When Close was 11, his life became pure hell. His father died. His mother, a trained pianist who in the Great Depression gave up her aspirations for concert career, got breast cancer. They lost their home because of medical bills. His grandmother was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. And Close, an only child, spent most of the year in bed with nephritis, a nasty kidney infection.
One thing did help him cope with the mind-numbing agony, sadness and misery: art.
He always liked to draw. At age 4, he knew he wanted to be an artist. At the age of 5, his dad made him an easel for his birthday and got him a set of oil paints from Sears. In an attempt to win friends and "get kids to be around me," he also did magic and puppet shows. He drew and painted. People noticed.
Little did Charles Thomas Close know back then that he would indeed to go to college, graduating not only from the University of Washington in 1962 (magna cum laude) but from Yale as well. Now, at the age of 57, he is one of the true superstars of art. His works hang in the world's most prestigious museums, he is considered by ARTNews magazine to be one of the 50 most influential people in the art world--and he is so big he turned down a major retrospective at New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art because promises were broken. He chose the Museum of Modern Art instead. No one can recall an artist ever turning down the Met.
But this is much more than just the story of a local boy who made good. On Dec. 7, 1988, at the age of 49, Close was at the height of his career as a portrait painter when he was stricken with a spinal blood clot that left him a quadriplegic. Many thought his career was over.
As he came to grips with life in a motorized wheelchair, unable to move from the neck down, with little hope for improvement, his biggest fear was that "I was not going to make art. Since I'll never be able to move again, I would not be able to make art. I watched my muscles waste. My hands didn't work."
But like the previous tragedies in his life, that didn't stop him either. He not only returned to painting, but with a new style that has kept his place as one of the great American painters of our time. This month he will receive a new honor to add to the mantle of his Manhattan home--he becomes the 1997 UW Alumnus Summa Laude Dignatus, the highest honor an alumnus of the University of Washington can receive.
by jon marmor
He was big and clumsy and not very athletic. Because he was dyslexic, everyone considered him dumb and lazy. He was told to forget about college. He couldn't play sports because he couldn't keep up with his friends.
But that wasn't the only pain Chuck Close had to deal with in his young life. His father, a sheet metal worker, plumber and on-the-side inventor, was always in ill health and moved the family from Monroe to Everett to Tacoma to Everett in search of civil service jobs with health benefits.
When Close was 11, his life became pure hell. His father died. His mother, a trained pianist who in the Great Depression gave up her aspirations for concert career, got breast cancer. They lost their home because of medical bills. His grandmother was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. And Close, an only child, spent most of the year in bed with nephritis, a nasty kidney infection.
One thing did help him cope with the mind-numbing agony, sadness and misery: art.
He always liked to draw. At age 4, he knew he wanted to be an artist. At the age of 5, his dad made him an easel for his birthday and got him a set of oil paints from Sears. In an attempt to win friends and "get kids to be around me," he also did magic and puppet shows. He drew and painted. People noticed.
Little did Charles Thomas Close know back then that he would indeed to go to college, graduating not only from the University of Washington in 1962 (magna cum laude) but from Yale as well. Now, at the age of 57, he is one of the true superstars of art. His works hang in the world's most prestigious museums, he is considered by ARTNews magazine to be one of the 50 most influential people in the art world--and he is so big he turned down a major retrospective at New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art because promises were broken. He chose the Museum of Modern Art instead. No one can recall an artist ever turning down the Met.
But this is much more than just the story of a local boy who made good. On Dec. 7, 1988, at the age of 49, Close was at the height of his career as a portrait painter when he was stricken with a spinal blood clot that left him a quadriplegic. Many thought his career was over.
As he came to grips with life in a motorized wheelchair, unable to move from the neck down, with little hope for improvement, his biggest fear was that "I was not going to make art. Since I'll never be able to move again, I would not be able to make art. I watched my muscles waste. My hands didn't work."
But like the previous tragedies in his life, that didn't stop him either. He not only returned to painting, but with a new style that has kept his place as one of the great American painters of our time. This month he will receive a new honor to add to the mantle of his Manhattan home--he becomes the 1997 UW Alumnus Summa Laude Dignatus, the highest honor an alumnus of the University of Washington can receive.
rumbling rose rambling ramona
when i was 12yrs old i would have never believed that these moments
laid in the future,
cab me hosoi
mike burnett over at thrasher
did an amazing job of photographing
the happenings at Ramona. thanks mike
i stole these from thrashers site.
photos here
video here
where's the photo of Germ???
Jay Adams
big Jer
Div= amazing
mikey
Grosso
this dude was killing it
lucero
laid in the future,
cab me hosoi
mike burnett over at thrasher
did an amazing job of photographing
the happenings at Ramona. thanks mike
i stole these from thrashers site.
photos here
video here
where's the photo of Germ???
Jay Adams
big Jer
Div= amazing
mikey
Grosso
this dude was killing it
lucero
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