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Here’s proof I’ve ridden Saxons with a bunch of moto-journalist hanging out in Jerome, Arizona, overlooking Sedona.I’ve roamed the warrior halls of Saxon Motorcycles in Casa Grande, Arizona three times. I’ve watched this company grow to building 550 sharp production choppers for 2007. I’ve watched them move steadily up the ladder for three years from […]

Things have been going really good for the whole HighSchool chopper building idea I started over five yearsago. Many new school have been able to getsimilar programs going, which makes all my struggle doubly worthwhile. There are schools across the country nowimplementing the bike building projects and classesall over the country and even in Canada.

Everybody’s heard of Brooklyn, that part of New York that used to have a baseball team called the Dodgers. Well, that’s water under the Brooklyn Bridge so to speak. New York has been called the City that Never Sleeps. It’s the reputed home of Batman who calls it Gotham City while Superman preferred calling it

I recently had woken up to the buzzing of my cell phone vibrating itself off my nightstand. While I am a part-time writer for the world renowned Bikernet.com, I actually have a full time regular job which requires that I work rotating shifts; half days and half nights. I was trying to get some sleep

Gypsy fitting rear fender. Watch those fingers between the tire! When Gypsy Charros the female bike builder out of Houston Texas was informed by the Discovery Channel that she had been selected to be the first female to compete in their Biker Build Off she was more than happy. Not only was she to be

This story will curl your toes. It’s basically about a couple of hardworking bikers who own a shop in a small industrial strip in Orange County, California. They aren’t television stars, but they are hardworking tough sonsabitches with tons of talent and dreams. There’s one other steel driving aspect to this story. They both faced

I was sitting at the dinner table unveiling my plan to my wife. Usually, this tactic ends with her screaming and hollering about me being a horrible and selfish bastard who never listens to her. I don’t really remember what she calls me, as I don’t really listen to her. (Only when you are screaming

Madmen riders and writes brave enough to take the Saxon assembly line tour.I woke up this morning with the head of my girlfriend’s dog (I called it the rat dog, it was so small), pinned to the pillow beside my head with a note. Remember last summer, Mofo, the Saxon ride to the desert. You