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Now in paperback is the Motorbooks release of Indian Larry: Chopper Shaman.For the three people on the planet who don’t know, Indian Larry DeSmedt was a New York City motorcycle builder who gained mega-fame on The Discovery Channel motorcycle programs. His biography is from Easyriders magazine Dave Nichols and Larry’s lovely mermaid widow Andrea “Bambi” […]

“When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand” – so said Raymond Chandler, doyen in his day of the hard-boiled detective fiction short story and novel, many of which were made into films.The Big Sleep, Farewell, My Lovely and The Lady in the Lake are perhaps three

Editor’s Note:I ran this book in the news a couple of weeks ago, then a copy arrived in the mail. It’s a 9 by 12 inch, large format photo book published by the author under the name www.flashproductionsllc.com. It has an ISBN number, 978-0-615-23874-6, so you can order it from any book store on the

I knew master artist Eric Herrmann, before being an artist was cool. He lived in the desert outside Phoenix, rode bikes, and was a devoted family man. Eric isn't your standard notion of an artist; he's the bull in the China closet type, when he painted cactus flowers and desert scenes for interior designers. Then

We covered the Smoke Out 2009 DVD, DarkTown Strutters, a Movie from 1975 and an Eating Biker's Road Guide from the SouthWhat the hell, it's raining outside. The gloom is ominous and working in the shop on a chopper is out of the question. It's almost on the eve of New Years 2010 and the

Back in the ’70s, you could buy a Panhead or a knucklehead, but you couldn’t find a manual. You can’t do shit without a manual. I was a kid, with my first real job working at Easyriders. The bosses had just reprinted the Harley-Davidson Panhead manual, and it sold like hotcakes. Then they reprinted the

It’s cold in the Bikernet shop nearing the middle of December, and I’m behind as usual. I collect DVDs like a teenager collects unpaid parking tickets. They hang around haunting me until I break down and watch ‘em. It’s like this: I live and breathe motorcycles from the first thing in the morning until midnight