Went through some pics today and found this great pic of my old long bike from 4 or 5 years ago. It was taken at the first Wild Ride out in WI. This thing was really fucking gnarly in every way. Not too many folks ever saw it and that’s totally my fault. Aside from stuff in my hometown, I don’t go to a lot of shows. The idea of looking at bikes all day just isn’t all that appealing to me. Even worse, the thoughts of sitting behind a booth sounds like my own personal slice of hell. Instead, a couple times a year I ride an obscene distance and sleep along the roadside with a couple good friends. Different strokes is all.
Last seasons CHOPOUT 2010 unseen footage of Super-Bry in a hardware store parking lot remounting his rear fender. A little smooth talking at the parts counter led to borrowing a few tools free of charge. Some dude eventually strolled up and gave his kid a roadside lesson in good karma. Many thanks to that fella for rolling around on the ground and lending a helping hand to a stranger.
Roadside somewhere between Lake Superior and Finland to stretch our legs, snap photos and take a leak. Pictures just don’t seem to capture it. You’re miles from nowhere with days to go. Glancing over your shoulder at the old miner towns. The dance hall windows have all been broken and the only sign of life is the glowing neon “Schmidt’s” hanging from a lamp post. Another sleepy town swallowed up by time.
Another addition to the chopper blog.
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January 22, 2015 1:16 pm | 
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