Thursday, March 27, 2008

Here's some shit I had in a drawer . . .

Go out and buy this magazine


I'll go ahead and toot my own horn here for a second . This is an awesome little mag , and I am proud and flattered that I was asked to contribute to it . I think most of what I had to say is jibba jabba , but it was just random thoughts and memories from my childhood so it may or may not be worth reading  . I assure you , the rest of the magazine is deffinately worth it . Do yourself , and Guy a favor and run out and pick this one up . You'll be glad you did . 

Monday, March 17, 2008

Changed the bars and made some struts for the windscreen

Got it running , it took a few hours on saturday to take the carbs apart and rebuild them . I had to hand cut the float bowl gaskets because the ones on the bike disintegrated on the spot , as soon as we took t he bowls off . Anyhow , once it started up and I took it around the block a few times , I realized that the fairing needed struts to keep it from flapping around like a set of wings , and that the back tire would only hold air for about 20 minutes at a time . No biggie , I still need to get it registered  and rebuild the front calipers before I can actually drive it . 

Here's how the struts turned out . 


Saturday, March 8, 2008

So I just picked this up today . . .


1978 KZ-650 DHOC . Pretty sweet . 

It has a small electrical problem in that it will turn over , battery has a charge , lights work . . . but it wont start . The front calipers need to be rebuilt , and both of them need to be put back on the bike . Otherwise I think a few hours in the garage will take care of that situation . 

Toe Cutter & Bubba better look out . 

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

'Lil Davey's digger


This bike is punk 

Monday, March 3, 2008

Sucks to be anywhere else


Late January in San Diego . 
I love this shit . . . 

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Like father like son . . . this is the beginning of the end




That's me and my son at the door of the Bali Hai , standing next to one of the most recognizable icons of tiki culture , Mister Bali Hai . This is where good things happen and your liver loves the sweet , slow way your killing it ! 

Because I'm supposed to be an artist , I do " art" every once in a while . . .






This is a little sample of what I do when I'm not breathing through my mouth and staring blankly at the floor . . .