Sunday, November 30, 2008

American LIFE

LIFE magazine has started posting photos from their archives. Old news to some but big news to me. I am fascinated by old photos and have been harvesting the pics that I find interesting. The cool part is that they are posting some pics that never made the magazine. I am in heaven. Take a look yourself.
I really yearn for the America of 1939-1964. I doubt life was easier then, but it seems better.
I found one of my two favorite motorcycle photos. Rollie Free riding his Vincent 150 mph at Bonneville Salt Flats.

I am still looking for the infamous pic of some drunk dude on a bobber Harley from the July 21, 1947 issue. From the Hollister Riot article.
Settle down and go explore. You will find pictures mislabeled so be creative with your search terms.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Johnny Cash 1969

Cool pics from Life magazine right about the time I started noticing Johhny Cash. My dad had a lot of Cash LPs and 8 tracks. I liked him then and like him even more now.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Broken Travis

A stupid, unlicensed Mexican piece of SHIT pulled the classic left hand turn into Travis and Pam today. Broken leg and broken knucklehead. Makes me so fucking angry.

Sunday, November 23, 2008


Friday, November 21, 2008

Murdercycles in Venezuela

Elm City Dave spreading the word.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Vibes Magazine picture

Vibes is a chopper magazine from Japan. I can't find it here in New England, but guys in California can find it. I got my 10 seconds of Godzilla fame wit this picture in the May 2008 issue.

This was taken at the swapmeet held at the flea market behind the speedway. I was talking to a couple of dudes with rat bikes. The Twin Cam was a salvage bike from a garage fire. The dude bought it cheap with the intention of repairing it. He put new wires and fuel line on it and it ran fine. He decided to ride it as is and was having a blast fucking with everybody.
Thanks to Cory for the scan.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Nashville Pussy in New Haven

Michelle Terranova hooked us up with VIP list for Reverend Horton Heat and Nashville Pussy. Todd and I went to New Haven, CT to CT's most famous bar, Toad's Place.
The Rev is good, but I was more fired up to see Pussy. They kick you right in the nutsack!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Shop Equipment

Every garage or shop needs the basics. Tools, lift, compressor, stereo and a fridge. If you plan to do serious work, or have anybody come by to help, a refridgerator with cold beverages is a must.
Garage fridges are never bought new, ever. They are cast offs and freebies. The best part of a fridge, make that second best after the cold beer, is their usefullness in personalization. With no cash value, they can be defaced.
Stickers, spray paint, Sharpies all go into making a better fridge. What is on the metal box reflects the lives, interests and influences of the grease monkeys in the garage. You can even carbon date the fridge by the style of decals on it, the band decals and overspray patina.
Here is the freezer door of our overworked fridge at the clubhouse.

Send me some pics of your shop cooler. The rounder and more art deco, the better.


Monday, November 17, 2008

Colt Repeating Arms Factory

Douchebag of the day, Pedro Squarebadge.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Timeless Classic Design

Gone in 60 Seconds

Fuck the lame assed Nicolas Cage version

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Thursday, November 13, 2008

The Kaiser

When I was growing up, I always had to walk to school. Elementary, Junior High and High School. The journey to Nathan Hale Elementary and Bennet Junior High was always the same South West direction.

Two blocks Westward would put me at the corner of Spruce And Bissel, which also had a dirty bar called the Golden Spigot. Ma would not let us walk home that way. The reason was there was a seedy element that would hang out there in the afternoon. I usually obeyed Ma, because a Hot Wheels track to the backside was painful and a drunken belt lashing from Pops was even worse.

Every once in a while the route homeward would de detoured in the forbidden direction. Usually the result of after school violence or some other reasonable excuse. Parked at the bar would be an Indian motorcycle with a sidecar. Riding in the sidecar would be a bearskin rug with the bear head still attatched, like you see in the old movies.

This bike belonged to a grizzled biker named Kaiser. He was well known in town and not popular with the the regualr citizens.
I asked Ma about the bear bike and she said bikers were scum and to stay away.

I never met the Kaiser, but we see him riding around here and there over the years. I think he even had a wooden leg.

Time passed until it was 1990 and time for me to get my first apartment. Being a poor tow jockey, I had to rent the top half of a run down two family in Mudville. Parking was tight, but there was a garage included with the place.

Inside the garage there was some junk tacked to the walls that said this was a biker church. At the time my roommate and I rode Interceptors and didn't really get the biker church thing. The former renters had left behind a 69 Cadillac Hearse in the yard. I hauled it away and got us some more parking.

A couple years went by at the Wetherell Street dump and I bought an unused GS850 with a sidecar. The guy selling it told me a long story of how it was one of Kaiser's close buddy's bike and he died.

This Kaiser name kept popping up. The last thing I heard was that the Kaiser moved to Florida and then offed himself over a chick.

Another ten years go by and I get a handicapped motorcycle plate as a consolation prize from my accident. Turns out Kaiser got the DMV to make handicapped plates for motorcyclists.

So now, even though I never met the guy, we have a poster hanging up at the clubhouse. Hacksaw gave us this enlargement of a 1979 Hartford Courant article.

What do you call it? 6 degrees of seperation or chasing a ghost. This Kaiser has been part of my life for quite a while and we never spoke.
Ray in CT

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Vermont for embroidery

Up early Saturday for a Vermont Roadtrip. Rolled backroads to enjoy VT scenery.

Found an unmolested waterfall along RT 5.

Valerie and Jason have a nice place in New Haven, VT.

Taking a few pics of the old New Haven Junction depot and a train seperated us from the car.

Friday, November 7, 2008

The Camel Tent

They used to give you a free Polaroid back in the 90's.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Grand Prix vs. Indy 1961

Socialist States of Amerika

Although that bum GWBush did nothing to make our lives better, at least he wasn't a marxist spawn of Islam.
My country is finished.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Murdercycles 9th Annual Christmas Party

Eldorado Rampage drew up this funny flyer for our huge Christmas Party.

The Beer Taps of Knowlegde


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