Jesse from Gasbox would have won the "Understated Luxury Knucklehead" class if there was one
Teach's bikes always look like a blast to ride, don't they?
If I had the winning ticket, this would've been my pick. -Bill
Brad & Ry's tidy shovelhead was killer
Kosuke consistently crushes it
Phares brought some "GO" to the show
I have no idea who Snodgrass is, but the urban dictionary says this: The hair on a mans neck (sometimes called neck pubes) which is a cross between head hair, and body hair. It is called snodgrass when it gets out of control.
I love Jeff's 45" racer
Lots of friends pitched in to finish off the Larry Special and it was heart warming to see Ashley get the "Builder's Choice" award
Randy "Lucky" Farjardo won this Small City Cycles-built knucklehead on Sunday
Paul Cox with his exposed rocker pan head. Is it still a pan head if it doesn't have the dog bowl rocker covers?
Cut Rate Oliver's bike is as narrow and evil as a motorcycle can possibly be.
Cook's Corner was chock full of good bikes Friday and Saturday
The next Nor Cal Cycle Swap is coming up August 10th. We're organizing a little ride the day before and you are welcome to join us. Nothing fancy, just gonna ride motorcycles all day and probably eat ice cream at least once. Here's all the details and there are a few more at www.biltwellinc.com/pines
WHO Of course weâ€™d prefer you ride an old or customized motorcycle, but we donâ€™t discriminate, so ride what youâ€™ve got. WHAT Itâ€™s simply an excuse to get out and ride some gorgeous country and hang out before the swap the following day. We donâ€™t have road captains and all that official stuff. We often get lost and are generally pretty unorganized and someone always breaks down. Print out the map and know where you are going. If you get bummed on the pace or shenanigans, you can always jump ahead, fall back, etc. We will stop for gas frequently since half of us will be on bikes with stupid-size tanks.
WHEN August 9th, 2014
DEPART: â€¨Kickstands up 9:00AMâ€¨ Awful Anniesâ€¨160 Sacramento Stâ€¨Auburn, CA 95603 LUNCHâ€¨: Bridgetender Tavern & Grillâ€¨65 W Lake Blvdâ€¨Tahoe City, CA 96145 DINNER: â€¨Old Town Pizzaâ€¨150 Sacramento Stâ€¨Auburn, CA 95603 WHERE: Check the map in detail here. Itâ€™s about a 250 mile ride so have your shit together, bike dialed, etc. We will start out headed south towards Pollock Pines and do the route counter-clockwise, finishing up back in Auburn at the end of the day.
This is the '47 Knucklehead built by Small City Cycles that you can win on Sunday IF you buy a poster/ticket
From invited builders pulling all-nighters, to east coast dudes prepping to hit the road any day now, Born Free 6 seems to be on everyone's mind right now. We are proud to say we've been there from the beginning. In fact, I'm pretty sure we sponsored the taco cart at the first one held in Tony and Andy's parking lot.
It's been neat to watch Grant and Mike have fun and struggle with it at the same time. The scale of the event must make it a real monster to administrate, but also what makes it so cool for spectators; nowhere else can you see so many hand-built machines of this caliber, meet the builders, buy stuff, party, hit on chicks in cut-off shorts and listen to Huber make fun of people all in one place. Oh yeah, or win the motorcycle of your dreams two days in a row.
In fact, there's the rub. This year is gonna be so big and so much is going on that figuring it out has almost become overwhelming. If you are like me with the attention span of a gnat, you look at a wall of text explaining fast passes, knuckleheads and pink wrist bands and you just start clicking on pictures hoping for some of Davis' vintage playboy models.
So, I thought it might be useful to break it down into bite-sized chunks. THE WEEK BEFORE (June 23-27th) There will be a shit ton of pre-parties all over. The only one I know for sure right now is the Show Class People's Choice shindig at Cook's Corner. Your best bet is watching the Blog Dump on Chop Cult for flyers and info.
THE ACTUAL EVENT (June 28-29) Saturday: 10:00AM - 5:00PM Sunday: 10:00AM - 4:00PM Note: Fast Pass riders will get in around 9:00AM
KEY TIMES TO BE AWARE OF Saturday: 4:00PM Invited Builder's Awards / Invited Builders Giveaway winner picked Saturday 5:30-7:00PM Biltwell Gnarbeque at Cook's Corner Sunday: 3:00PM Winners for Spectator Bikes, Best in Show, Born Free Award and '47 Knucklehead Giveaway will be announced
HOW TO GET IN Buy a Fast Pass if you want to park your bike inside the show area and be considered for Spectator awards. This also gets you in about an hour before walk-in spectators. If your BFF is on the back, he's gonna need a fast pass as well. Get 'em here atLowbrow Customs.Once this inside area fills up, no more bikes will be allowed inside the show area.
If you wanna walk in, you can just pay $10 per person, per day at the gate.
HOW TO WIN A FREE AWESOME MOTORBIKE Buy a ticket/poster from Lowbrow here. These will also be available at the event, but there is a limited number. Buy online so you don't get skunked. One ticket is good for the Giveaways on both Saturday and Sunday, you don't have to buy additional ones (but of course you can).
===================================================== RANDOM BUT IMPORTANT DETAILS
â€¢ You have to present to win either Giveaway bike
â€¢ Without a Fastpass, there is no guarantee that you will get to put your bike inside the show
â€¢ Online sales for Fast Passes and Giveaway tickets end Midnight (Eastern Time) Monday June 16th!
â€¢ The winner of Saturday's drawing will get to pick his favorite of 12 Invited Builder's bikes
â€¢ The winner of Sunday's drawing will go home with the '47 Knucklehead chopper built by Small City Cycles and shown at the top of this post
â€¢ Address is: Oak Canyon Ranchâ€¨ 4700 Santiago Canyon Road (at Blue Diamond Haul Road) Silverado Canyon, California
â€¢ More info on the Born Free site HERE We'll see you there!
Eric showing some style. Right before he hit the wall outside turn four and crushed his pipe. Doh!
Our buddies over at Sideburn Magazine were in town last week before heading up to Oregon for the first annual Dirt Quake USA. The crew at Deus ex Machina in Vencice, CA thought it would be a good idea to take these hooligans out to our local flat track raceway: Perris. Somehow they made a mistake and actually invited us. An excuse to ride around the track in a no-pressure environment and free food? You couldn't sign us up faster. We called our buddy Eric "Third" Ryke who races Open Amateur and asked him to meet us out there, loaded up the square bodies and hit the road.
We've enjoyed spectating at the races for the years, and of course I was interested in actually racing, but I'm also interested in being an astronaut and that's probably not real likely either. I have enough distractions, unfinished projects and poorly healed collar bone fractures already and the last thing I need is one more bike to work on and one more thing to suck at. But... even on my old beater TT250, I had an absolute blast on the track. Apparently I'm not the only one, because a week later most of us (Black Rob, Christian, Otto, EZ) are all talking about ways to find the time and money to actually start racing.
Gringo + Moto Goggles = perfect set up
So, that's the plan. It's not a serious one and none of us expect to be national champs any time soon, but it does sound fun. My take on the whole practice night was that it's super easy to get out there and have fun, but will take a lifetime to actually get any good at it. When Supercamp comes around there will be a couple new students on the track for sure. In the meantime, it's time to hunt down a couple bikes and get out for more practice laps. Thanks Eric for putting up with all my stupid questions after the fact, and thanks to Shandra for the snappies!
Even on a slow old bike, it's great fun to just go as fast as you possibly can. At least my number plate is a canteen in case I get thirsty
We should put a "stop" sign here for Ryke...
Otto leads the way on his FXR
Christian was flingin' knobs all over
Dorinda was a crowd favorite and I think she may have ridden more laps than anyone. Animal!
EZ-DT got some sick five minute flames an hour before
Classiest dude there: Kiyo. He had a blast and ripped on his CB750.
Style points for Sideburn!
Pretty much perfect, eh?
"So, you sure this thing is supposed to have oil in it?"
Gary getting' after it
Hayden runnin EZ's $200 bike through the ringer
One glorious Harley JD getting a hot lap with Ben as the lucky pilot
McGoo did an interview for ChopCult a few years ago with Rob "Rouser" Galan, and the Arousing One's answer to "What would be heaven on earth?" read as follows:
"A desolate beach with a good waist- to chest-high wave, add a 9-foot longboard, a sack of the Devil's Lawn, and an ice chest stocked with sweet tea and tasty treats."
Spicolli would be proud! Unlike most of us dreamers, Rob actually managed to pull it off. I was fortunate enough to take a family surf trip to Pavones earlier in the year. We were all excited to spend some quality time with our gypsy friend with his infectious smile and amazing girl friend, RL. Between sets we caught up on chopper gossip, who's doing what, who's no longer with us, who's still sticking it out. Rob was a very influential builder in the good old days of just a couple years ago, and his style is still evident in what a lot of people are doing with Sportsters. I thought it'd be fun to pick his brain and share the results with our friends who know him and introduce this fine character to anyone who's not already aware of him.
The Gimmick 2007
Ferris Bueller 2011
A Way Out 2007
Hello Moto 2010
Meekum Pholim Breau 2011
TFL 3.5 (different versions) 2005-2011
How long did you seriously plan on checking out before you pulled the plug?
In the early 2000's I started daydreaming about living south of the border. In December of 09 I took a last minute trip to Costa Rica, spur of the moment with no plan at all. I found my self traveling around the country by bus, visiting different surf spots on the Pacific coast. I separated from my traveling buds when we reached the end of the road in the southern zone. This is where I experienced a different way of life that had my name written all over it. I remember laying in a hammock with a notepad writing down everything I needed to finish, sell, and kiss goodbye. I made a plan and stuck to it, two years later in December 2011 I hit the road. It was a bit scary not knowing how things would turn out, but that's part of what I was looking for. Uncertainty was the draw, having to figure things out was the work, and the satisfaction of pulling it off was the reward.
Has there ever been a moment where you thought "Man Rob, you should fly home, buckle down and get a job, cause this just ain't gonna work"?
No, that has never crossed my mind. Why, does Biltwell need a janitor or something?
When was the last time you put some real miles on a Shomper?
On a classic old school chopper shomper bomper you say? EDR 2011, my buddy Reg and I rolled in a few days early and met up with the Bolts crew. That run was a memorable one, one night I found myself naked in the women's restroom of Kiki's Campo puking and shitting all over the place, it was a real fucked up mess. Sorry ladies...
What's your "Daily" moto these days and how often do you ride it?
I'm on a 2003 XR400R, and I ride it everyday whether its a surf check, mercado run, or just a jaunt with the wizard. There are two things you absolutely must have in our village, a surfboard and a dirtmoto.
You have built quite a few inspiring XL's. Any tips or suggestions to share with someone new to building/modifying these bikes?
Know that your name is on everything you do, take pride in your work, do it once do it right. And remember function and reliability should always trump glam and flare.
Ever get the itch to build another one? And, why always a Sportster? Why not a shovel or Ã¼ber-knuckle?
No, I don't have any urge to build again. But I do have a build file stored in my brain of what I would do if the opportunity arose. Building was just a small fraction of my "career" as a Harley mechanic. I will always be a wrench whether its Armando's weed eater, RL's Land Cruiser, or my XR, turning wrenches will be part of my life to the end.
As to why it was always Sportos and not Big Twins. It goes back to going against what your elders tell you, youthful rebellion is what they call it. When I first started working for Harley Davidson my shop foreman would always tell me Sportsters aren't worth a shit, and to stop investing money in mine. That would drive me crazy and just make me bond with my XL even more. As the years past I learned that Harley's XL was the hot rod of the family, they are nimble, fast, and reliable. When building came into the picture Sportos and Buells were the perfect base for me. They were cheap donors, and they were what I knew best out of the HD family. Plus at 5'8" with a 29" inseam, Harley's girls moto is a perfect fit for the petite man.
What do you think of factory adventure bikes like the big Beemers, Triumph Tiger, etc? Any interest in something like this?
Yes is what I think! Though I would probably fit better on one of the smaller displacement engine models. Take the 2007 KTM LC4 Adventurer, jeeze now thats the ticket. I have always liked the idea and looks of adventure motos. Dirt on the street and street on the dirt, a moto for all roads paved or not, how could anybody not dig that? Can you get KTM on as a supporter of Rouser South of the Border?
Tell us a little about Pavones; how'd you settle on the place, why did it stand out as the place to stop and dig in?
Pavones is unlike any other place I have ever been to. It's an hour and a half to the nearest gas station, an hour to the closest ATM, and more than two hours to a hospital. All dirt roads, with sketchy bridges that can and will wash out. Only one way in and one way out, its literally at the end of the road in southern CR. The power goes out regularly, and sometimes the water supply dries up. Crazy birds, sloths, monkeys, iguanas, poisonous snakes, and giant insects all around. Fruits and vegetables growing right in your yard. Whales and dolphins can be seen from the beach. The temps range from the mid 60's to the mid 90's depending on the season and the water is always around 84 degrees. It's truly paradise. About 200 people live in the village and surrounding area(not including the thousands of indigenous people that live deep in the jungle). Everyone knows everyone, there is a well established tight knit community here. Then add the world's longest tropical left hand surf break. To me Pavones has it all, even though it has very little.
This is what I wanted, a life not as easy but with greater rewards, Pavones gave this to me and for that I am great full.
What's a typical day like for you right now?
Pretty simple, wake up at 6:02, brew some organic coffee for RL and I, feed Elvis, take a shit, brush my teeth, do a surf check, stretch, surf, eat lunch, maybe surf again, check in with the wizard around sunset, feed Elvis, eat dinner, shower, peruse the interweb for a bit, brush my teeth again, then hit the sack around 21:00 to do it all over again the next day.
It's not all shakas and coconuts all the time though, there are days when there is no surf, or something needs to be fixed, or we head up the mountain to work on the farm.
What do you miss from the USA in general, or Corpitos specifically?
Ben and Jerry's Coffee Heath Crunch is what I miss the most, but I also miss shooting guns from the back porch, visiting my grandma and trying to get her to toke on a joint, yelling at Slovy for using a flat blade screw driver to change a tube, riding a dirtmoto in the mountains of Colorado, and going to Schlotzsky's with my mom.
I know you have innerwebs down there, but you've been pretty much radio silent except for a cameo here and there or a new surf video posted to Vimeo once in a while. Do you cruise the chopper blogs and whatnot or have you checked out of that too? Have you seen anything inspirational in Chopperland since you split?
Yeah I still check Church of Choppers and FTWCo video of the day every night. I'll creep Biltwell's Facebook from time to time, as well as the Bolts and Deus Instagram accounts. But other than those my moto interwebing is dead.
Got any tips for the intrepid traveller who plans to bail for good someday? Anything you would have done differently now that you've experienced it firsthand?
Do it and don't look back! Make sure you have a skill set that can help you survive in your desired destination. Blend in slowly and be a part of the community especially if its a small one. Small villages like Pavones can make you or break you. Every year someone new gets chewed up and spit out, having to hit the road with their tails between their legs.
Yeah I should have brought my KTM down with me instead of selling it. Trying to find a KTM 200 is turning out to be just about impossible down here.
How's the surf this week?
The first good swell of the season finally hit, buenas olas y mucho gente. We have been skipping
on the point and heading to Sawmills lately, so fun! The swell is still on and we are expecting some crushers to thin out the crowd.
You ever coming back?
My thoughts? I'm glad to have so many truly inspirational friends in my life, and riding custom motorcycles has been a conduit for many of these friendships. Rouser Rob is at the top of that list and I really do cherish the time I get to spend with the guy. Pura Vida, mi Amigo, I'll see you again next year. -Bill
EZ's bike is in pieces, so he got the short straw and had to drive the box van up the boring old 99 to Sacramento for the latest Nor Cal Cycle Swap. Otto and I teamed up with our buddy H8ter and did the 1100-ish mile trip on bikes.
Some people pack neater than others. Hanford Swap '14.
The portion sizes and quality really are superior.
Day one was a pretty boring highway blast up to Hanford, where we did some like pickin' and swappin'. Mostly we just ate ice cream at the truly superior, Superior Dairy Co. We found a few crusty gems and tossed 'em in the van with EZ and agreed to meet up again in Sac.
Ran into a cool customer on the way out of town. I shared an electrical connector with him and was stoked to see him get it going again and jam to the swap. Always stop. Always.
When in Sonora, a stop by the Sportsman is mandatory.
Turning off in Merced got us off the '99 and up into Gold Country where we dicked around on HWY49 with a stop in Sonora for chow. Have you noticed we don't really bar hop? We mostly ice cream hop with a burger or coffee thrown in once in a while to even things out. Otto and H8ter are sober dudes and mostly avoid drinking and riding, so ice cream has kinda become the deal.
Ian's bike makes my pants feel funny.
Terrible pizza in Sacramento the night before the swap was made better when we got to molest Ian's Indian. This bike just shits excellence. Hanging with Steffan, Gabe, Mike and crew was cool but 3:15 comes early...
Gaycee and John ride real choppers.
The swap itself turned out great. Talking to vendors and spectators from all over proved the point: there's gold in them there hills. Chopper gold, that is. A lot of crusty old junk traded hands and that's what it's about. Running the swap went smooth enough that we let people in about 30 minutes early and it was on! One thing we gotta ask, is please leave your dog at home. I know you love it, and your dog is super special and amazing, but the venue doesn't allow 'em and we have to stand by their rule. We were a little lax on this, but next time if you have a pooch with you, be ready to get turned around. Legit service dogs are another deal of course.
A little glamping in the redwoods is good for the soul.
After shutting down the swap we split lanes from Sac to the city. Man, I thought that was a little closer. Stopping for gas in SF, we chilled with some crack heads, watching 'em swindle scared tourists into enough for a rock and then hit the road for the coast. It'd been pretty warm up to this point so it was a nice change to get some into some cool air and scenic views. We camped in Felton, just outside of Santa Cruz for the night. Nothing beats Redwoods. We didn't bring much gear since it had been super warm on the way up, but the camp host graciously let us use one of his "permanent" tents. Thanks, Hayward!
Ride to eat. Eat to ride.
Once we bailed on Santa Cruz Sunday morning, it was pretty much just trying to kill the miles and get home. Since we try to keep the pace tight and calories high, a stop at Marshall's Bodacious BBQ in Ventura was a must. The tri tip was glorious but trying to stay awake for another 150 miles of lane splitting through LA traffic was another thing all together. Ol' FXR airlines delivered me home in one tired-ass piece with not a single hiccup in over a thousand miles of hauling ass.
Thanks to everyone who came to the swap, we appreciate it and hope you had fun and bought or sold (or both!) some motorcycle junk. We'll see you again Aug. 10th.
This year Ron decided to race his bug in the NORRA Mexican 1000 from Ensenada to Cabo over four days. It's a little weird since it is run in a rally format, not the traditional balls-out desert style of racing we are used to. What that means is there are transit stages at 60mph on the highway and you actually get to take some time for fuel stops and even sleep in hotels every night. The idea behind NORRA was to get as many vintage cars and bikes out of mothballs and back into the boonies. For a 67-year old Brant, who's been trying to quit racing since about 1989, this sounded like a great reason to prep his pre runner, gather some friends and do some racin'.
I don't know the official results yet, since we only pitted for the first day and then bailed and came back for work, but the most recent results I can find show him leading his class and running 10th overall in a field of 85 or so "Vintage Cars". I'll update this once solid results are available. (Today is the last day of race).
What's this got to do with choppers? Everything. Desert cars are full of inspiration for custom motorcycles, and not just fab stuff. Superfluous junk doesn't last in the desert and cars naturally evolve into exactly what they need to be and nothing more. Just like a cranky old bike, the desert will humble even the richest, most talented people and it rewards preparedness, good design and a level head. Sounds familiar, eh?
So thanks Ron, for letting me scrape skid plates as a dumb kid, it helped send me off on a lifetime of gear head adventures both on and off road, on two wheels and four.
The Edsel is definitely a bad boy machine.
Inside the Galaxy command center. Last I read, it was on it's roof somewhere south of Bay of LA.
There were several early Fords, and all were hauling ass.
Some of the best and worst days of my life were spent in a Class 11 car. Much props to these dudes.
The Galaxy getting' it.
Old school is cool whether it's choppers or buggies.
The Manx club followed the race with legendary 88-year old Bruce Meyers riding shotgun up front.
And you thought the Iron Man always drove Toyotas, huh?
A friend once described racing Class 11 as "A thousand mile long car accident"
Back before ugly wraps became the graphic of choice, cars were hand-painted with cool shit like this.
My favorite of the old Class 6 cars. This Nova was made to boogie!
Schwackofer's old '57 Chevy. Yep it's a steel body.
Last year, Mike & Otto went out to Deal's Gap for the annual Sportster-powered event, the CQB Bash and fell in love with the riding and vibe that the area has. While hanging in the parking lot over beers and Sporties, they heard a wild sound comin' down the Tail of the Dragon at full blast. It was some kook on a StereoGlideâ„¢ and he jammed that shitass Kenny Loggin's song Highway to the Dangerzone all the way into the parking lot and kept it on once he parked. It was in that magic moment that the name for a new event was coined and the our dynamic duo conspired to get back to the Smoky Mountains as soon as possible.
Like most of our events, the SW2DZ14 was pretty simple and centered around actually riding motorcycles instead of using them for instagram props. (Though a fair amount of selfies were admittedly taken...) Friday was a day for riders to get in from all over; Ohio, New Jersey, Florida, Maryland and all over the southeast and familiarize themselves with one of the finest riding spots in the country. Hell, maybe the world. Friday night was mellow, we grilled some wieners and drank a bunch of beers while hanging out around the big fire pit.
The weather turned out to be perfect on Saturday which meant the conditions for carving corners was just right. We headed down the 28/74/19 to Maggie Valley where we visited the Wheels Through Time Museum. It's often called a "Running Museum" because Dale and his son Matt are more than eager to prove that nearly every motorcycle in the building runs, and that's saying a lot because there are a shit ton of bikes in there, and everyone of them old! It's neat to see a bike from the teens with a drip pan under it and fresh lube on the chain. It's also neat to see a big patch of floor with hundreds of burn out marks on it. All from Crockers, I'm told. Ever done a burn out on a Crocker? Me neither. This place rules, the people are friendly as can be and obviously love motorcycles to the core.
We headed back out and hit the Cherohala Skyway (see what we did there?) and cruised the countryside until we got back to the 129 again, where things turned a little more serious. I've long read about the Dragon, what with it's 318 curves in eleven miles and all. Let me tell you, it's as good as all the hype. Since we got there early on Thurday, I personally rode it about half a dozen or more times, and every session was glorious. We lucked out and never really got too bogged down behind traffic, and most people we did come up on moved out of the way when they had a chance and let us get it on. My single brake chopper didn't care for coming down the Dragon much (ever seen brakes fade and smoke roll off a caliper?) but going up was slightly less taxing on it and we all jammed about as fast as possible, given the nature of our silly machines. Our group wasn't entirely together the whole time, so afterwards a few crashes were reported, but thankfully none fatal. Our own Mike D. lowsided in a corner after he got a little too used to dragging that frame rail and it finally spit him off. His scuffed Biltwell Gringo was proudly hung on the Tree of Shame.
Huge thanks to everyone who came out for this first-annual event. We may shift around the exact camping location and dates, but at this time we are planning on doing it again for 2015 and we hope to see you there!