Like the ghosts of old rednecks their club is named after, The Haints hail from the heart of what once were the Confederate States of America. Nick Resty is the spiritual leader of this mysterious band of hard-drinking and free-loving motorcylers, and his great attitude and quick wit conjure up good spirits wherever he materializes. On a sunny March morning at this year's Daytona Bike Week, Nick floated into Willie's Tattoo Parlor aboard his freedom machine and stole the show.
We could try to add context and relevance to Nick's show-winning shovel with a litany of specs and tech, but that's not what this guy or his club are about. Nick and the Haints are about having fun at any cost, social conventions and morality be damned. If that means stealing booze, sleeping in ditches and dancing naked, so be it. When I offered Nick's friend Navy Tim 20 bucks to do something stupid, he had his pants down and his junk tucked before I could say "Buffalo Bill." Creepy? That depends on your perspective. If riding old iron to get drunk and act silly with funseekers is a sin, Nick and the Haints look forward to seeing all of us in hell.
Read The Haints' musings here.