Revenge Run III Video

The guys over at Death Science put together a video from their Revenge Run.  Looks like a blast!

Trip Report - Part 4

After the bad ass stop off at East Bay, I was stoked to have some quiet time on the road.  We headed Southeast toward Trinity and took our time.  I love Texas highways.  We rolled into Trinity and got to White's garage, our camp spot, around dusk.  Ric White is one cool ass motherfucker.  He mostly does cars, but hes got a killer '60 Pan/shovel that screams.  We took a drive through the pasture so Andy and Ric could talk to the Wizard by the pond and a HUGE fucking snake struck at my boot when we almost ran it over.  It was a sobering moment for sure.  As usual things got just barely below out of hand.  There was blood, there was lost boots,  keep an eye out for trinity 911 coming out soon on CMT.  There were no cops, but there was some bikini boxing.  You're gonna have to hit Tyler up for those pics, I didn't take any.  Pancho kicked off the following morning and we spent 4 days riding all through Central Texas, coolin' off in the river and bad ass Texas bbq.  Stanley bailed after 2 days to go to a "more sensible run" he called ours "a real black t-shirt affair" I also overheard him call my '66 a "late model bike" to one of his old buddies on the celluphone.  Fucker.  I had the pleasure of meeting a cool motherfucker named Jimmi from Florida, and re-meeting some great people i hadn't seen since the last Pancho i was on in 2010.  Outkasts and horrors are cool as shit crews.  I bet you could rent Troy, Keith and Tony for parties, it would be worth it (if you have insurance).  Lots of riding great roads, 335, 336 & 337 aka - three sisters was one highlight.  It's like riding an amusement park ride, where you could die. totally amazing.  I got some props from Cory aka: innocent bystander for handling those curves on my deathtrap, which means a lot to me coming from such a bad ass fabricator.  We went to an antique motorcycle museum in the middle of nowhere.  I drank so much Red Bull i should get a sponsorship.  We hung out in some really cool old bars, including one called Rileys that has been open since 1933.  First bar in Texas after prohibition or so they say.  We ate good too.  I ran out of gas twice but neither time was too much of a pain.  Thanks Rob.  Fuck Costa Rica man, you belong in Texas.  The word is that this is the last year for the Pancho run, but there's already some mumblings of what's coming next.  Maybe it'll be called something else, hell I don't care what its called as long as I can ride with such a bad ass group of people again I'll be fine.  Hasta la vista, Pancho.

After 10 days on the road, I ate this pork chop.  It ruled.  The following day I white knuckled it back home to Austin.  It's good to be back home.

Trip Report - Part 3

After a day and a half of sittin' around the bbq (and the vcr) we headed out toward Trinity to start the Pancho Run, but made a stop at Stanley's friend Dave's shop, East Bay American Motorcycles in Ennis, Texas.  I wasn't sure what to expect but to say I was not disappointed would be an understatement.  Dave has been running this shop forever, in a building that's over 100 years old.  Tons of amazing bikes and Dave was nice enough to take some time to show us around and give us some background on some really amazing bikes.  If you're ever in Ennis, do yourself a favor and check it out.

Trip Report - Part 2

 After a couple days of camping, we still had 2 nights to kill before the start of the pancho run, so we took our time gettin' down to Dallas and chilled at Stanley's house.  Apparently a few people know Stanley Miller, and even more know of him.  I can not begin to explain this dude, he is the real deal for sure and every time I hang out with him,  I walk away feeling like I don't know shit about motorcycles in comparison, but at least i know a little more than I did before.  His place is like a museum and it was great to get some insight into how the old dudes do it.  I got chastised for having "tractor parts" on my motorcycle and heard some new terms like "celluphone" and he even "fired up the vcr" for me and Andy when he had to take off for a bit.  I posted a couple of these pics already on Instagram but for those who didn't see 'em,  I'm doin' it again.  The top pic here is a picture of Stanley on his bike, taken in 1973.  The lower portion is the same bike, taken by me about a week ago.  It runs and he rides it regularly.  I'm still amazed looking at it.  It is really inspiring and to me shows the utmost respect for the motorcycle.

Digging around, I also came up with these tanks.  The last supper side I found first and later on I came across the biker side.  After asking him about them he informed me that the biker is him, taken from a photo in the 70's.  Amazing tank art, done by hand (30 or 40 years ago) with a rapidograph pen.  Totally amazing.

It seemed like every time I turned around I found another bike.  I've been on the fence about selling one of mine, but after a couple days with this dude I've decided I'm just gonna have to hold on to them all, and figure out another way when I start thinkin' like that.  Some highlights:

Oh and this one, hell yeah!:

Trip Report - Part 1

A couple weeks ago i took off on the 66 for a little bit.  Ultimately, I clocked in at 10 days and just under 2000 miles.  My bike ran great, and save for one afternoon of retuning my carb, had zero problems. From Austin, I headed north to Oklahoma, hooked up with my buddy Stanley and my new bro Andy from 'Bama at the just kickers show.  That show flew under the radar a little since it was the first year, but i strongly suggest you make it from now on.  TONS of bad ass old bikes, not a single thing "for sale" other than cheap beer and inexpensive bbq.  No attitudes, no ulterior motives, just cool old bikes and good people.

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