Arlen Ness
The Infamous Arlen Ness. My Brother Greg and I ran into Arlen when we were checking out his facility in Northern Cali. My Brother, the Machinist that He is! Talked shop with Arlen while I discussed Bikes of course! Arlen took us on a tour of his Machine shop as well as his Bike assembly area. You can imagine what it was like to be be in the presence of the Legendary Bike Builder and actually be amongst His Bikes in Progress! There's a quote of Arlen's I take to Heart "Just Say No To Stock Bikes" Right On Arlen! When at Arlen's check out His Bike Museum, you'll see many of His Custom Bikes that have graced the pages and covers of many Bike Rags for decades! {:{}
Cone Head Biker
Well, You just can't take me anywhere! Even over the 90 miles of Gravel Road between Cougar Lane and Galice Oregon. This is coming down out of the Forest into Galice on the Rogue River. Some 100 plus miles back we were watching the waves at Gold Beach. Gods Country! {:{}
Skullman and His Ride - Coos River Run
Just eliminated for putting my foot down in the Slow Race, but It's Ok, I'm entered in other Bike Games. Numnuts looks pretty good Eh! The Bike you Dummy, Not Me! Check out the Skull Art on the A/C and Timing Cover from those Infamous Zambini Brothers, The Brothers made me a One Off Derby Cover that matches the timing cover. Lookin' at this pic it's time to polish them, and that front hub! Ah, the down falls of Riding on the Coast! A nice blend of Art and Chrome with the Custom set of White Brothers Porker Pipes with out being to much of a "Chrome Anchor" or "Lead Sled". Always Flying our Countrys Colors, as I always say: Love My Country, Fear My Government. Support your local ABATE!
Up the Smith River - Oregon
What's this, Skullman Lord of the Fire? What a Goof Ball !? Always haming it up! "What do you mean the Wood's Wet?" Always carry a Fuel Cell. On the way up to the camp that night we spooked a Black Bear which bolted across the road right in front of us and climbed a shear rock cliff, what a sight! On the way down the Smith River while passing a farm, 3 Large Bulls broke thru a fence and ran the road in front of us, obviously spooked by the Sound of the Porkers, Thunder Headers and SE Turnouts coming down the road. Damn, what a Sight!
Hey! That's my Bambino
My youngest Justine, my Little Angel Baby! "Bambino" She's not so Little anymore, she's turning into a Lovely Young Lady! Dad still has his Hugs for her. This was taken at my Bro Mikey's Ranch up the Old Morro in Atascadero. This was the night we saw "Mysterious Lights" in the Sky!? It's a Good Thang I had my Foil Lined Cap and Underwear On! Beam Me Up Scotty! Ah Hell, just pour me another Shot of Jim Beam! {:{}
Dunneville
Dunneville - aka "Four Corners" just north of Hollister, Breakfast on the Patio (Thanks Sandy) after playing with the Three Wheelers (Sparrows) at Corbin. Mikey the Best Riding partner a Bro could have! We've logged many miles together and many more to come. Get the two of us around a fire with a bottle of Jim Beam and the stories will flow! We have a lot in common - Bikes, Women, Ridin', Women, Runs, Women, Campin', Women, Music, Women, and most of all Women! Yeah, I'm Real Cool? Check out the Gum on my Boot! Did I say that I really really really Like Girls! {:{}