Dreams of shovels dance in my head

 

As Del McCoury plays in my head.

The bluegrass song "Vincent Black Lightning 1952"; "I've fought with the law since I was 17. I've robbed many a man to get my Vincent Mo-chine."

 

 

 

 

Softail Shovel

Here's a little gem Ahn's brewing up over at the shop.

 

pics from drinking last weekend.

 

 

 

 

EVO porn tonight boys...

OK, I know there are a lot of purists out there who wouldn't even consider anything newer than '84 simply because that's when the Evo came out and the Shovel went into the annals of MoCo history. But I'll be damned if I don't love the Evo. Look at what the MoCo did over time. When the Knuck first cam out that was a great leap in overhead valve design from the side valve Flathead motors. They then tweaked the top end and came up with the Pan. Again redesigning the Pan came the Shovel. The Shovel was again tweaked from the generator cases to the alternator case familiar with the Evo. If it wasn't for AMF the Evo wouldn't be around. AMF decided it was time to make a good product and make it better, meaner and faster without leaks. Hence iron cylinders, good bye. Hello aluminum jugs and with them came closer tolerances. Oil systems were virtually gone now with the new Evo oil pump and just general dicking around came NO LEAKS.

I know guys who say there's nothing like the sound of a Pan or Shovel but to me, my evo gives me wood. I embrace change, newness and better technology. I'll even commit blasphemy and say I like my Twinky motor in the Blank Slate '04 FXST I have sitting back home in Texas and can't wait to get time to hack on it with my sawsall and grinder. I will admit I messed up and bought that softail when over time I have come to the realization that traditional swingarms are the way to go. I think I might leave it alone and sell that badboy and get a Dyna superglide to hack up. On a side note I will always own a Sporty chop until I croak or them moto-sickles kill me.

 

 

 

 

Friday night Sporty porn...

 

 

 

And now a philosophy lesson from Cowboy BFMC 21

There are three basic types of clubs. The 1-piece patch clubs are primarily corporate sponsored, clubs like H.O.G. Chapters. The requirements for these types of clubs are simple, you buy a bike, you buy a patch, you pay your dues, and you go on rides. The 2-piece clubs are of a little different breed of biker, stuck somewhere in a foggy limbo between the 1-piece and the 3-piece clubs. The 2-piece clubs usually consist of people of the same occupations or church groups, things like that. With the incorporation of fines and stricter club by-laws the 2-piece clubs are a little more “old school” than the 1-piece. As far as law enforcement is concerned, the 3-piece patch signifies an “OUTLAW BIKER”. It’s important to understand that the people who wear these patches live in a totally different world from that of all the other types of clubs.
The 3-piece is the most demanding, time consuming, expensive and dangerous of all. Like other more well known clubs, the Boozefighters have never considered ourselves outlaw bikers or gang members but, no matter how we look at ourselves, we are still under the same strict guidelines and must survive in an outlaw subculture where respect and protocol is everything! One wrong word, one wrong move or even the wrong look at the wrong time can literally and instantly cost you your life, and possibly the lives of fellow club members…AND THAT’S NO BULLSHIT!!!!! …
. A clubs colors are, a reflection of who they are.
Unlike the members of other types of clubs we must realize that our clubs patch is far more than just an article of clothing it’s sacred. Our clubs patch is far more than a statement it’s our flag. A statement and a flag that all club members must be willing to defended to the death, that’s why we wear it.
Any group or club can come up with a clever, cute or ominous sounding name and get some cloth sewn into the idea. But what they don’t realize is, a seamstress can’t create what they’re trying to achieve, only a long history of respect, dedication to each other and years of riding within a brotherhood like the Boozefighters can any club achieve that.
The 3 piece patches of the old, long established clubs, clubs with legacy and history, like the Boozefighters, command a well-earned respect from most clubs. Unfortunately there are other clubs that consider the same notoriety we enjoy as target to make a name for themselves. These are usually smaller clubs with little notoriety of their own that feel they need to somehow generate respect from the biker community by standing up to the older, more respected clubs…
Recognition and seniority in this life style, not only carry great weight, but a huge also responsibility, a responsibility that anyone who wears colors must never lose site of. Your life, as you know it, changes completely and forever once you put on the patch of a motorcycle club like ours but of course that’s why the 3-piece patch has always been an outward sign of a man’s true inner spirit. An inner spirit that only gets richer and stronger with time compelling its members, without hesitation, to be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for each other and their patch. Be careful what you wish for!!!!!

I had plans for this....

But they were squashed when I found out the neck had no numbers on it anymore. I couldn't register it since the rules are strictly enforced in Korea with no room for fudging and I had dreams of making this a totally raw, loud, white lining machine. Oh well, such is life.

 

 

The coolest bike in all of Brittain

Nutrocker Pete's Ironhead.

 

Tusken Raider or Korean biker? You decide.

 

 

French Kiss Awesomeness!

Bobby at French Kiss Kustoms does outstanding work! I can't wait to get these back and rule all of Korea with my chopper powers, used for good of course.

 

 

 

 

Hollister In Anjeong-Ri

 

My brother Scott.

What's right in the world....

 

More, more...

 

I still like rocking the long bikes.

 

 

I think some pipes like this are in my future.

 

More Yokohama, again...

 

Chopper Dave making women and small kids flinch with the exhaust blat from the X-Wedge, what a ruler.

 

Of course the best shit of the show was out in the parking lot.

 

Bad ass.

 

I love the air cleaner on this.