I Love Old Pictures

Just a really great picture I was sent a long time ago out of someone's stash. Their collection I mean, not their mustache. It's hard to keep things in your facial hair.

Unknown Hinson's Take on Female Body Image

Enough Monkey Business, It's Monday and there's Work to be Done

This little dude rode an experimental Russian rocket into space. He was probably pretty stoked until he realized that the rocket wasn't coming back to earth.

Heartless vodka drinkers.

Another of my Idols

All-around amazing guy who loved the bikes, the cars, and the ladies. He treated each with respect, but used them all for what they were designed for. Respect.

Best Name EVER for a Motorcycle

Every modern home needs a Combat Wombat. Maybe two.

Flathead Maintenance Tool

When working on old stuff it's always good to have an ax handy.

Bardahl

Bardahl is to Washington what Pennzoil is to the Pennsylvania- our local historical petroleum products supplier. The sign you see above is located in my neighborhood and is probably two stories high x a little more than that wide. It's one of my favorite Seattle landmarks and someday I'll get in good enough with someone at the company to peruse their historical picture archives. Sort of a dream of mine.

Linkert Picture for Keith

Hope this works Cleatus. Click on it for a larger version.

A Little Late Hitler Fun Poking for Passover from 1942

Screw that guy.

Respect the Golden Rule, it transcends all cultures and religions and is all you really need.

Weekend's Here

Torch one up...



or get hammered.

No injection though. That stuff kills people.

Pure Glory

This very well may be one of the 10 greatest pictures ever taken. Thanks for thinking of me Andrew.

The Current Commuter

1966 Ford Custom 500 with a little extra love. 289, three on the column, Astro Supremes, custom wound coils for a three inch drop, repaint and rechrome on the bumpers, and a recovered front seat and dash. I'm the third owner and am looking for the fourth one right now. It's been a good car for sure.

This + That = Bad

Traffic and empty aren't words that go together well.

Don't Tread on Me

Support Your Local Harrasser

Just kidding. A good friend, good wife (except with the finances), and good mom.

A Nearly Primary Day

Yellow



Indigo



Green



Violet



White. Shit. That one messes up the whole flow.

Jake and I removed the primary on one of the Harleys last night too. It was a nearly primary day...except for whitey there. Screw that guy.

His & Mine

Logan's chopper



My chopper

Pictures by my buddy and photographic mentor Good Luck Gary, whose headed back out this summer to visit and shoot some more.

The "Corncob"

Cut away of one of the heads and 28 Cylinders on a Pratt & Whitney R4360 Wasp Major, also known by the pilots and mechanics of WWII Corsairs as the "Corncob." When the motor was out of the plane the cylinders surrounded the entire block and the whole mess looked like a cob of corn. The engine was so powerful that the massive amount of torque it produced could ground-flop Corsairs on their tops if the pilot applied too much throttle on take-off. Gnarly.

A Real Life, Walking, Talking Cartoon Character

If your beef jerky stash turns up missing, here's your culprit.

A Couple of Pictures for Chopper Dave

Chopper Dave is this guy down in Long Beach, CA who builds neat choppers and casts parts out of aluminum for other bike guys to buy and use on their bikes. Having grown up working at a couple of small airports, I've always been fascinated with old racing planes and took these pictures for Dave when I was at Boeing's museum of flight recently, as I know he's into radial motors too.



The plane is a Gee Bee Sportster and if you delete all but two of its radial cylinders you'll notice that what you're left with resembles a Harley V-twin motor. Everyone affectionately refers to Harley mills as "tractor motors" but they have much more in common with these.

Typical Russian Electrical Engineering

Sure, Russian vodka and mail order wives are great, but their wiring skills leave a little to be desired.



This thing went into space on one of their first space missions and managed to make it back to earth with passenger intact too.

I Respect this Man

My father was out from NY to visit and play with the kids last week. He remembered my mentioning that the lowrider was leaking oil and decided to fix the problem while he was here.

This was no small task, requiring removal of the radiator, fan, water pump, timing cover, intake, and everything that gets in the way of those parts. Then it all has to go back together. Local mechanics had quoted me $1000-$1500 in labor on the job, plus parts.

Working along side the street in sub-50's weather without much help from me (kids), dad finished the job over the course of a weekend.

Dad, although we've butted heads in the past, you've always been there for me and I know you always will be. I love and respect you for that. Thanks.

Whatever Gets the Job Done

If you're into it, that's cool. If not, that's cool too. Do what you do and believe what you believe, just don't push it on me.

Magnesium and Steel

60's Halibrand magnesium wheel on a 1940 Willy's.
Magnesium is a pretty interesting metal and burns
hot enough to stay ignited in water. Kind of a bummer
if you're welding on it and it lights up in the shop.

My Old Commuter

The sad post below made me think of this picture I

took of my old 64' Chevy a few years back at Fisherman's

Terminal. It was airbagged when I got it, but the rest was

done by me and friends. People could never figure out how I

kept all of those antennaes on the roof.

The Alaska Ranger

The Alaska Ranger, a fishing boat based out of Fisherman's
Terminal here in Seattle sank recently and all crew members
died at sea. These are pictures of the memorial and a handful
of the fishing boats docked at the terminal.



It happens every year, but it's still sad.



Think about this picture next time you complain about the
high cost of your fresh seafood, I know I will.

Bike the Tank and Fender Below Belong to

Dave Polgreen's Panhead (motor) in a 30's VL frame.

Cutting, fabrication, welding, and shoehorn required.

Pure class.

The Harpoon

Paint and photo by my boy The Harpoon, a big man with big talent. Keep at it Jon.

I've Always Liked this Picture

When I was a kid the local 1% motorcycle club, The Coven,
held a big party each summer up on the hill at our neighborhood
fireman's clubhouse. They would invite other M/C clubs from all
over the east coast to attend and I'd camp out in the front lawn
under our giant oak tree and watch them all role into town.

Those guys blew my mind and the impact they had on me is pretty
apparent in the person I am today. I'm not sure that's a good thing.

I Took this picture with a $28 plastic camera a few years back and
it reminds me of those fun loving, hard drinking, hard fighting
clowns I looked forward to seeing each summer.

For those unfamiliar with chopper junk, the picture is of a sissy bar
(backrest) with a bayonnet attached, along with a double exposure
on the film of a peanut gas tank with gold leafed wings and the
motor below it.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holga

Who, me?

Where's the Love?

So I ask Leah if she had a good day at pre-school
and she answers "I don't like big people and I only
like my kids (her school friends) and you're poopy

(the ultimate Leah insult). I love you daddy."

A spoonful of hate with a sprinkle of love to take the
edge off.

Women.