Sunday, November 27, 2011


Tuesday, November 22, 2011


Monday, November 21, 2011

explore the rooms

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Do Wah Diddy

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Blind Faith

I Feel like dose'n

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Working Here Sucks

Saturday, November 12, 2011


Friday, November 11, 2011

Thank You Veterans

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Posted from iPhone

October 1980

  Maybe I'm Southern, maybe I'm a little white-trashy, or maybe I'm just a straight-up redneck. Whatever the case, I think cockfightin' is cool as hell. Been to a few up at my brother Jaybird's place in West-by-god-smile-when-ya-say-it-Virginia. This shit is serious business, if not a Federal offense. Not sure cause you damn sure don't say nothing about cops or the Law when you're at one of these places.
  Anyway, my bro's dad breeds these nasty fuckers on his farm. Got hundreds of 'em squawking away on his property. He's real serious about it. He picks out which bird he's going to fight that day and puts it in this wooden briefcase type box, along with some spurs and talons and stuff.
  Once you get to the place of the fight, everybodys just kinda hangin around drinkin beer and shootin the shit. I've caught some weird glances like "who the fuck is this dude" more than I could count. But since I was with who I was with, I was just accepted. Eventually people start migrating back towards the barn or whatever. Commence shit talkin. Everybody wants to fight their bird, but not everyone can. Don't get it twisted. This shit is about money. The big dogs bet big. The littler ones like myself bet small, usually on some kinda side bet.
  Once they figure who's fightin who they start prepping the birds by blowing up their asses and shit. Seriously. Get's 'em all riled up. Also strapping some "steel" to their spurs. Then you put them up close to eachother to taunt them. After that it's go time. They're released and immediately pounce up and into each other in a whirlwind of dust, feathers and blood. It's pretty amazing stuff to witness.
  I saw one bird do a "Death Dance" after it had been defeated. Basically, with it's last bit of energy, it flung itself into the air about eight feet high, flapping and squawking. By the time it hit the ground it was dead. Wild stuff.


Couple killer pics nabbed from the Never-Readys blog...

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Devil Makes Three

Va Beach...Dec 8...Jewish Mother


Monday, November 7, 2011

Early Sporty

I believe this was a '64

Love these old primary covers like mine. Saw one guy had painted the letters black on his.
Looked pretty killer.

The story on this one was pretty good. The dude was sick of cages pullin out in front of him so he said fuck it, painted the bike obnoxious yellow and black like some sort of a caution sign. Loud. Can't hurt I guess.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Showin' Some Class

  So recently, a friend of mine Buggy's mother passed away. While at the funeral I was talkin to her father, Gus Saunders Jr. about bikes and stuff. He said he had some old Sportster parts in his barn and to come on down and get them if I was interested. Needless to say, I was there the next day to check it out. Nothing too great really, a couple old ass rusty wheels, some decent Avon rubber, battery covers and shit like that. Of course I scooped it up, gratefully. While I was checkin out all the old primary covers and shit hangin from the walls, I spotted in the back corner this AF20 hangin up side-down. It literally had a bird's nest in it. Looked like nobody had touched it in years. Buggy said "take it if ya want"....hell nah....I told her to ask him if he wanted to sell it next time she saw him. Well a  few days go by and I asked her if she talked to him about the helmet..."Oh yeah. Daddy said it's yours if ya want it. It was his daddy's helmet. My Grandaddy." ....Old Man Gus Saunders Sr.....holy shit. This was Gus Sr.'s helmet. People speak of this man like he was a legend. Tough ass commercial fisherman forever, Coast Guard Veteran, and a super gracious guy with nothing but gold in his heart. Whew. Wow.
  Now I have his helmet, and I am beyond grateful to be the proud new owner of it. Of course it needed a little help, so I sent it off to Billy at Hell Mutt's to ressurrect it....he did a top notch job, and I am very thankful to him as well.
  Now all that's left is to strap'er down and start adding to the many miles this old shell already has logged.

Rest In Peace Captain Willie "Gus" Saunders
Mar. 27, 1911 - Jul. 16, 1996

I can't wait to show this to the Saunders family.

"Anyway boys I'll see you in the morning."

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Li'l Dee '47 FL