Sweet Jesus! I saw this video for the first time the other day and it did a little something I like to call “knocking my socks off” . It’s a technical term.

Chrome Industries launches the Streets of Chrome – A photo contest to find the world’s next great street photographer in conjunction with the drop of its new camera bags.

I can’t wait for this and for a few reasons…. here they are… wait for it…..

1. motorcycles are sweet and they are pretty much all I think about except babes… well, one babe.

2. Good Fortune Lucky Toolbox was part of the 21 Helmet show and those will be on display at The One Motorcycle Show

3. Chrome Industries is sponsoring the show and I work for Chrome. Sounds like we are going to do something pretty awesome.

There you have it. Party time. Excellent. Come give me hi5s.

You want to hear more Kurt Vile? Ohhhh……. ok.

Have you ever built a motorcycle? Hey… you, I’m talking to you. So… have you? Well, you are pretty quiet this morning so I am going to take your silence as a yes. Since you have I bet you are familiar with spending countless hours researching. It seems like all I do in my free time these days is read about motorcycles or look at parts and when you spend that much time thinking and obsessing over something, it is a pretty good bet that those thoughts will make their way into your dreams. My motorcycle dreams are the best, because in it my bike is done although I can’t see it. You know, it’s like that dream you have about a girl and in the dream you are so infatuated with her, but you can’t see her face or you can and don’t remember it in the morning, you are just left with a feeling…. yeah, like that. So far, all the dreams are fun, but I can imagine as the build gets closer and closer to being done, they have the potential to become anxiety dreams…. like this:

In this dream I am not only going to crash, I am really fat. One, what was I doing on a bike dressed like that and two, why did I let myself go?

In this dream the girl I dream about is on the back of my bike. I don’t remember her face I just remember the feeling…. the feeling of my bike working really, really hard.

Finally, in this dream I am in a rap group and we only have one motorcycle. I think this is the worst because, yeah sure I am in a semi popular rapper and that’s all fun, but I really want to ride this bike with my sweet leathers on, but there are two other rappers and only one bike.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

…….and then I’ll wake up. Hopefully.

Those dreams aren’t here yet, but I feel like they are coming soon enough. Until they do my head is filled with the dreams of raddness.

Yeah, that’s more like it….

I watched Kill Bill the other night and forgot how fecking good that soundtrack is. Like this Isaac Hayes jam:

Right? I imagine it’s fun to dance to.

See? These guys have the right idea. Young American kids having good, clean fun. Do you think that kid is making the face because he’s, at that very second, aware of what was about to go down or is it because that is the very moment she starts to destroy his nuts?

Hello. I love you.
You may remember when I got my very own XS. Hell, I do and that’s not saying much. I barely remember to wear pants in the morning let alone “non pants stuff”… but that’s neither here nor there. I struggled for awhile about what I was going to do with this bike. I wasn’t going to keep it as it was, because when I got it home that first day and took off the seat, I saw some very, very suspicious welds.

AND here they are. I wish you could see them in real life, like… touch them with your hand and be as horrified as I was. You, mystery welder, get a F. Super dangerous.

Well… the logical thing to do is chop the back end off, right? Right. Tyler Snider with Blackstar Customs is taking charge of the frame work. Here’s his start.

Before:

After-ish:

Since I have had a couple of hip surgeries, I have decided to go with a brat kit which Tyler fabricated. He’s a gem that one. Be careful, you’ll get lost in his eyes.