Christmas is cancelled.

it's been a while since i sold shirts or products. i've been busy moving, and they're not enough hours in a day...... and everyone sells a chopper shirt now. round logos are the rage don't forget to put your city on it. but the truth is... i got a cool thing coming, it's would have been perfect for the holiday season, but it just didn't all line up in time. mid january i hope to have it all done. so thanks for the inquiries and support. no disrespect, i just had bigger fish to fry. stay healthy, love those that need it, go for a ride, take deep breath of cool early morning air and bark at the moon. be well, max

medium format 6x7 by my friend Sam.

these will become precious memories and help my brain remember these times.

thanks SAM

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found these photos from what i think would be 5 years ago. from a day trip to the delta.

*99.69% positive i posted these before. oh vellll.


ken nagahara un leashing the power of the egg. all smiles.

the 69 when it was still tangled up in blue

toby treating her like a lady, lay down and grind on em.
i don't refer to bikes as her, because i think it sounds corny.
 but i just did.

toby has a pretty good lil John "whaaaaat!"
and i think that's what is happening here

not thinking about t.v. or food.

lets talk about this feeling........

alley oop indy in the corner.

sun's going down, you're with people

you respect and admire, everyones just

trying to get in one more..... fuck it, like

most pure things it's actually pretty indescribable.

Deaf Women, Meat Hook Sissy Bars, Melted White Shoes, Forgotten Women, and Life goes on.

Story and photos from Carey about his Dad.


 Carey... thanks man. I Love this kind of stuff. Not just a random
cool photo, but the history behind them. thanks for taking the time.  -max-


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Hey Max. Just listened to your radio show and got a good smile out of the stories of growing up and the simple things in life.  I thought id share my dads bike with you since I thought you would appreciate the weirdness of it being a swing arm hermaphrodite. My dad Shannon bought the 63 flh in the late 70s for 2400 bucks and turned it into the flying pan. He's told me a story of throwing a woman off the back at 40 mph in the late 70s  since her white shoes were burning on the pipes.  Fast forward twenty some years and all I knew growing up was that his bike was the best in the world since it had trophies and he told me it was the best. A few years back I was turned on to your blog and got really excited about the way your bikes looked and it got me really excited to fall back in love with bikes all over again. Anyways just wanted to share some old photos of my dad back when and a few from these days of it sitting in his garage untouched and thank you for being so passionate and building beautiful machines.

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You are more than welcome to post it on the blog. A little more info. He had browns gold plating gold plate the engine in 14k gold in 1981 and said his best years of being in a relationship were dating a woman who was deaf and he'd go out in the garage and rev it as loud as possible. The sissy bar is a meat hook taken out of a butcher shop. The bike has been up to 150 mph down Stark street in Portland, OR. The story of the woman as told earlier was my father picked a woman up at the bar. He's a firm believer that a woman doesn't belong on a Harley so he has no pegs and the meat hook sissy bar was to hook them in the gut. This woman insisted she go for a ride. Her white shoes started to melt on the pipes so he threw her off the back at 40mph and said he never looked back or saw her again.

can you hear that laugh? i can. my buddy brian "garcia" takes some bitchin photos.

this one is from when we rode out to the EFMC 50th party. in search of nothing but a good time, an open mind, and to pay respect to the dude that is constantly blowing minds. Tom Fugal.