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thanks to dirty rat rods and jayden from smcars.net for many of these pix. the next three images are a concept design by jaden. and keeping with the salt racer theme from today’s earlier post: it went over 130 miles ...

do you like music? do you like rock-n-roll music? how about hillbilly agro? or simple one-man-and-his-guitar tunes? do you understand that johnny cash was the first punk rocker? then you will dig rusty knuckles. and i haven’t gotten to the ...

2011 triumph | mr.martini nicola martini, the builder of these moder triumph cafes, is located in verona, italy. his shop is in an old art nouveau building directly in front of an historic triumph dealership. 2011 triumph cafe | mr.martini ...

Okay. I know I know I know…. I said I’d never do this, and I’m prepared for the ramifications of my gory demise. **** be damned, my quest for worldwide custom metric motorcycle domination demands it and like all good ...

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It’s been six weeks since a cool stuff post. Between the madness I incited within my life four weeks ago and just being really busy with freelance graphic design and writing gigs (thanks Jon and Uwe), friday’s post of cool ...

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Really digging ChopCult lately. Meeting cool dudes and wasting too much time. It’s a great networking tool and sometimes I find something cool that ends up here. It’s also run by the guys at Biltwell, and they sent us their ...

As I promised. The red thumper in the background was interesting, too. Really enjoyed the realflame/traditional flame mix on this old Ford roadster. Ratrods! Sunglasses? Check. Flask? Check. Prop from Capital One barbarians commercial? Check. These boys were flashing their ...

“I’ll stab you in the face!” Not really. That was a drunk in the street this afternoon. We were drinking, too. He was yelling at nobody on the corner as I was walking by with the woman who inexplicably loves ...