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2011 Greasebag Jamboree

 

My press junket to New England started at the crack of dawn in SoCal, but I wasn't the only motorcycler searching for java in Ontario Airport at 5:00 a.m. The San Berdoo HA chapter were heading east on my plane, and their president wanted coffee. Luckily, one duty-bound prospect was quick to get his leathery leader in the cut and cargo shorts a hot joe (four creams, two sweeteners) before the flight attendant announced last call for boarding. After some tussling between brothers for a window seat, The Angels and I took flight. Our final destination: Laconia, New Hampshire.

 

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Baseball Tavern thrives a few blocks south of Beantown's Fenway Park. This four-story brownstone played host to the DicE party that kicked things off Friday night

 

Of course, my mission in the birthplace of American freedom was much different than the 500 or so Angels who migrated to New Hampshire the same weekend. According to Walt Gemeinhart, an old friend who prides himself on knowing such things, the Angels were in town for their 2011 World Run, a board meeting of sorts for HA chapters around the planet. Since I have no affiliation with any motorcycle club outlaw or otherwise, I was heading to New England to enjoy some Yankee hospitality from CC member Rugburn in Boston, and to make s'mores for the riders on this year's Greasebag Jamboree.

 

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The HoJo's across the street from Baseball Tavern provided shelter for visiting chopper freaks

 

The Greasebag Jamboree is the brainchild of Grail at Knucklebuster.com. After taking a one-year hiatus from event promotion, Grail resurrected his bright idea for 2011. Our Yankee friend poured his heart and soul into this year's Greasebag, and it showed. Colored maps, live bands, free pizza, cold beer, cheap camping, great riding, friendly venues, happy guests, slutty strippers and a well-stocked swap meet and bike show… this year's Jamboree had it all.

 

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Jump-off point Saturday morning

 

To kick things off, Grail threw a punk rock extravaganza and magazine premier party with DicE publisher Matt Davis at Boston's Baseball Tavern Friday evening. Inclimate weather did little to dampen spirits, and good times were had by all. At said mixer I sidled up to a young builder named Rybo and his ladyfriend K2. Why K2, you ask? Because if you're not climbing on top of her, you're probably going down. After three hours of giving Krysten my best double-barreled bar creep, she still agreed to ride shotgun in my chase car Saturday morning. Wicked smaht and handy with an iPhone, K2 was as good-natured and unflappable as chicks come. Thanks for letting me take you for a ride, sugarpants.

 

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The man with the plan: Knucklebuster Grail

 

At 11:30 a.m. Saturday morning, 100 hooligans and a high number of chase vehicles pulled out of a grocery store parking lot 30 minutes northeast of Boston. Grail wisely chose a secluded berg—not Beantown proper—as the jump-off point for his ride. Chase trucker Wayne Ahlquist certainly appreciated Grail's inspired bit of advance planning. There is NO WAY Acme's F-450 could roll past Fenway Park on six billet-alloy 37's without toppling the Green Monster.

 

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Fuck global warming. Acme Wayne drives The Biggest Truck Ever

 

One man who got to enjoy the lavish appointments in Wayne's Black Monster up close was MassholeMoto.com's Mike Painter. Thirty seconds before lift-off, the last wire on Mike's frayed clutch cable gave way, leaving the affable Internet outlaw's Triumph on the curb. After throwing his bike on the trailer, Wayne and Mike hauled ass to Laconia to service the not-so-faithful steed. K2 and I pulled behind the last rider in the Greasebag echelon, leaving a parking lot full of Dunkin' Donut wrappers and coffee cups in our wake. For the next four hours K2 and I swapped leads with Kickstart Cycles' '67 Ford on verdant, twisty two-lanes. When we arrived at White Birch Campground a few hours before dusk, Grail, his brother, and some resourceful Greasebaggers had already stoked the fire, iced the Stones and ordered pizza. While K2 pitched her tent, I combed the countryside for interesting people and motorcycles. Because it's the East Coast, I found plenty of both.

 

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The crew at White Birch Campground were as pleasant and accommodating as any innkeepers I've ever met

 

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Rigid Sporties abounded at this year's Greasebag Jamboree. The MoCo's diminutive big twin appears to be the 21st century highwayman's iron of choice

 

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The only handicap at this gas stop was a shortage of beer

 

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Rybo from 11th Hour Fab and my navigator, K2. Ryan's hand-built KZ400 rigid was wicked pissa

 

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No shortage of old iron on two wheels or four at this year's Jamboree. Walt's Ford Ranger was packed with parts and apparel for Sunday's swap meet, which was hosted again at Acme Choppers HQ

 

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"What can I say—it was the last tank top in my closet."

 

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Except for a few lucky Jammers, it was SRO at the Keith Stone hospitality table

 

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Black tape makes great grips in a pinch, but this guy used his last roll to hold the map on his tank

 

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Friday afternoon before the DicE party, CC member and Class-A firestarter Rugburn took Masshole Mike and me on a tour of Boston's finer pubs and underground chopper haunts. Thanks for your time and hopsitality, Jon-Michael

 

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If it's a chopped Sportster, chances are you're in New England. Live Free or Die!

 

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Bearded weirdos weren't the only thing on this year's Greasebag Jamboree. There were also some bearded clams

 

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Wake up, Nick—I need those bike specs for your ChopCult feature

 

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Fixin' shit on the shores of Lake Laconia. Ain't life grand?

 

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Sal's of Laconia crafted 60 pies for the hungry hoodlums who descended on White Birch Saturday afternoon. After dusk yours truly grilled s'mores while strippers entertained single gents beneath the white-hot glow of a dozen headlights

 

I skipped Sunday's swap meet at Acme Choppers, but those who attended say it was great. I've dug through Acme's stash before, so I know they speak the truth. Speaking of The Truth, it was the man from Choppahead who hosted Saturday night's live nude review. A lesser campground might have flamed out over such shenanigans, but not the good folks at White Birch. Mercifully, only kook felt the need to do a burnout. In dirt. Can you say anticlimactic?

Kudos, Grail for flexing your brains and brawn to make this the best Greasebag Jamboree ever. I don't know what the Hell's Angels did in Laconia, but I know 150 people who had a blast.


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Commented on 8-8-2011 At 11:19 am
 

Man really wish I was home for this one, all this in my back yard. Next Year...Next Year.

Commented on 8-8-2011 At 01:20 pm
 

It was a kick ass weekend. Thanks again to Grail for all of his hard work. Glad you got to make it out McGoo. Good meeting ya.

Commented on 8-8-2011 At 01:26 pm
 

Great meeting you and chatting. That was a phenomenal weekend. Well worth coming down from Canada. Grail and the sponsors put on a great event. And on top of a trophy for my Pan, I came back with a huge pile of raffle swag (the Biltwell Evel Knievel de Guadalupe t-shirt kicks ass!) Looking forward to seeing everyone next year!

Commented on 8-8-2011 At 01:54 pm
 

What do mean strippers don't take debit. Ill make sure to bring dollar bills next year. Great event. Can't wait until next year.

Commented on 8-8-2011 At 04:12 pm
 

Man,looks like awesome good times.I like these kinds of articles.If sportsters are big twins,what are big twins?Ha!!

Commented on 8-8-2011 At 05:56 pm
 

Great time!

Commented on 8-8-2011 At 06:08 pm
 

fuckin blast.

Commented on 8-8-2011 At 06:27 pm
 

looks like a hella good time! great write up

Commented on 8-8-2011 At 08:33 pm
 

Rofl @ ".....There were also some bearded clams"

Commented on 8-9-2011 At 01:23 am
 

great time

Commented on 8-9-2011 At 03:01 am
 

Wish we could have been there, glad it went over well, looks like a good time!

Commented on 8-9-2011 At 01:28 pm
 

Great write up McG. Thanks again to everyone who came out, it was STD-worthy good time.

Commented on 8-9-2011 At 09:58 pm
 

map taped to the gas tank haha

Commented on 8-9-2011 At 11:13 pm
 

I was on a family outing to Virginia and couldn't go. Practically in my back yard, sucks. Oh well my bike was there. I let Zack take mine cuz his shovel's still in pieces..

Commented on 8-11-2011 At 05:58 pm
 

That black truck is the equivalent of a bagger with a 26!

Commented on 12-29-2011 At 09:11 pm
 

eny date for 2012

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