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‘Scout 42’ 2015 indian Custom Scout By Dirty Bird Concepts

Photography: Paul Morton
 
Indian Motorcycle and Dirty Bird Concepts revealed a customized 2015 Indian Scout at the International Motorcycle Shows New York City event. Dirty Bird Concepts owner, John Shope, was fired up about the project called “Scout 42” as soon as he saw the new motorcycle revealed at the Black Hills Rally in Sturgis SD earlier this year. John Shope has been featured on The History Channel’s Biker Battleground and in over 40 magazines, and is the winner of both the Chopper Challenge on CMT, and the 2014 Hot Bike Power Tour.
 
“Dirty Bird is well known for our custom baggers,” says Shope who co-starred in the television show Biker Battle Ground Phoenix, “So when I saw the new Scout I knew it was going to be a real player on the market – and when I had a chance to ride it – I was totally blown away by how great the engine and handling is.”
 
Shope’s custom reflects the sporting heritage of the Indian Scout. Known for its balance of chassis and power, the history of the Scout model name is framed by racing wins, world records and performances on the fabled “Wall of Death”. The custom work on “Scout 42” was done to increase the sport appeal of the motorcycle, without sacrificing the highly praised handling of the stock bike. 
 
 
From a design standpoint the front of the motorcycle received the most attention. A custom fairing and chin spoiler bring a sportbike aesthetic to the Scout. While the footpeg location remains stock, “Bear Claw” pegs were mounted for increased boot traction, a Renthal handlebar pulls the rider forward into an aggressive stance and for more weight on the front end. A new chin spoiler changes the lines around the stock radiator and front frame member. A custom front fender compliments the tighter look. Shope developed a series of frame inserts to add additional details to the otherwise stock cast aluminum frame. 
 
Shope chose to stick with the stock rim sizes to maintain handling, however custom rims were ordered up through Gorby Machine and the stock tires re-mounted. The stock shocks were custom powdercoated, as were many other details on the motorcycle. The forks remain stock, however the seat was covered in a diamond pattern suede by Guy’s Upholstery. 
 
Shope’s favorite part of the build is the fairing. “That really set the attitude for this bike – it’s really going to annihilate the competition.” Interestingly, Shope decided to leave the stock tank alone. “The designers knocked it out of the park. That’s the most bad-ass stock tank ever, I just love the shape.”
 
  
 
Paintwork by Steel Vision Garage in a candy blue with tape fading style and gray inserts is complimented by a darkened tail light, and a blue tinted instrument pod. Other details catch the eye such as a side-mount license plate and drilled out levers, chain guide and sprocket cover plus a tight and reconfigured exhaust system that according to an ever-enthusiastic Shope; “Sounds really nasty!’ 
 
Shope is excited about the potential for customizing the Indian Scout. “We have done a few Indian baggers, and those are great projects, but the Scout comes at such an awesome price point, and lots of parts simply bolt on and off, so it’s exciting to think about future even more radical builds.” 
 
 
Log on to www.dirtybirdconcepts.com to see more custom Indian Motorcycles built by John and his crew. 
 
The Dirty Bird Concepts “Scout 42” will be on display in the Indian Motorcycle Display through the end of the International Motorcycle Shows tour. To learn more, log on to www.motorcycleshows.com.
 
The 2015 Scout is the first truly new Indian Scout in over 70 years, yet its design pays homage to the legendary early Scouts that conquered the infamous “Wall of Death” and notched countless innovations, racing wins, world records and industry firsts along the way. A 1920 Indian Scout earned the title of the “World’s Fastest Indian” at the hands of Burt Munro in 1967. The new Scout is powered by an all-new, 69 cubic inch, 100 HP V-twin engine that combines the design, performance and reliability elements that made the original Scouts unstoppable and combines it with cutting edge technologies and industry-leading engineering for unparalleled durability and reliability. The 2015 Indian Scout is available at a starting MSRP of $10,999. For more information log on to www.IndianMotorcycle.com
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2014 Holiday Motorcycle Book List

 
 
Harley Davidson Sportster Hop-Up & Customizing Guide by Todd Zallapa
The venerable Sportster first appeared on the scene in 1957 as an answer to the British invasion of lightweight sport motorcycles in the 1950’s. Fast, light and affordable, the Sporty has long been a mainstay on the American cycle scene. Often denigrated as a girls bike or as a lesser machine than the big twins, the Sportster has survived and improved over the years. Case in point, I remember jumping on a fresh off the showroom floor 2004 Sporty. I unintentionally spun the back tire in the first two gears and quickly found myself at 70mph plus going into a sharp right hand turn. I remember thinking at the time,” Wow, the Sportster has arrived.” The author has done an exceptional job of placing the Sportster in it’s place in history and giving advice on selecting and building your own Sportster project.
 
 
 

The Probate by W.T. “RoadBlock” Harrell
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” So opens The Probate. The first book in a series following Joe Wilson as he wends his way through the dark underbelly of the oulaw biker world of the late sixties in the deep south. Harrell sets the tone of the times with plenty of sex, drugs and motorcycles as probate Joe( adrift and trying to forget one war) joins a motorcycle club and finds himself in the thick of a turf war and fighting for his survival. A fun fast paced read about the good old days of bikerdom. 
 
 
 

Leanings 3- On the Road and in the Garage with Cycle World’s Peter Egan
Peter Egan is a master storyteller who presents this collection of tales about motorcycles, motorcycle trips, motorcyclists and , well motorcycles in general. Told in his engaging and amusing style, Leanings 3 is full of two wheeled tales sure to warm the heart of motorcyclists everywhere, especially those of us in the lands frozen from November until April.
 
 
 

Motorcycle Journeys Through New England Fourth Edition by Ken Aiken
Ken Aiken has done a fine job with Motorcycle Journeys Through New England. Part travel guide and part history lesson, this is a thorough and well thought out guide to motorcycling New England. Full of maps with routes and recommendations on where to ride in New England. This Whitehorse Press series is a valuable source of information for choosing routes and journeying on a motorcycle.
 
 
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The Grand Emperor of the Arch-Part 1

We are chopper riders, fun loving souls who dance with the devil by the pale moon light, risk our lives behind a bottle of Jack Daniels and the next redhead. To others this is a creative nirvana. It’s a form of artistic expression, and fortunately we have the freedom to express ourselves. Yet there is still another level to this expression and Gard Hollinger is standing on it.

Unlike many custom builders, Gard is taking what is generally an annual creative expression for the likes of Arlen Ness, Dave Perewitz, or Roger Goldammer, and mixing two-wheeled art with form, function, performance, technology, and pure guts. It’s not to say Arlen or Roger don’t consider these elements, but Gard is no longer faced with one-off considerations. He is also considering the manufacturing process, serviceability, and long distance performance.

Gard always had a knack for function and handling within his bobbed custom creations. He met Keanu Reeves in 2007 through Keith Oliver, who was working with Bill Wall and making Keanu a seat for a Dyna. When Keith looked at Keanu’s accessorized stock motorcycle, Keanu commented, “It’s bad isn’t it?”

Rather than criticize his efforts, he offered him a source for a more functional custom effort, through LA Choprods and Gard Hollinger. The first creative challenge included turning the new Bartels’ H-D Dyna into a street club bike, with saddlebags, two-up seating, and long ride capabilities.

Gard recently started to work with DBBP.com in the Netherlands on 3D designs while working with Saxon motorcycles on a special edition chopper, which became their best selling motorcycle.

Gard and Keanu collaborated on an extreme custom effort during an almost four-year process. By year two, they had a rolling chassis while working closely with Danny at Frame Works Racing.

“I saw Keanu maybe three times a year,” Gard said, “plus we worked consistently with DBBP and other CAD companies long distance, which created obstacles.”

Another year passed and Keanu said, “Think I’m disturbing your design essence with the notion of saddlebags?”

All the saddlebag drawings, modeling, CAD programs and blueprints went into the trash. “But can I take a girl to lunch?” Keanu continued.

Gard designed a flip-up rear section containing a slim passenger seat and a sissy bar. He made Keanu promise to lower the backrest anytime a passenger dismounted.

Another stretch of time slipped by with numerous drawings, long distance 3D programing efforts, and sketched changes and suggestions until Keanu finally caved, “It’s my bike. Let’s go solo.”

In 2011 this complete one-off custom creation was meticulously finished, and after the first ride, Keanu recognized something very visceral in the handling characteristics, the unique styling, and the mass of thought-out workmanship, and asked, “Could we make some more of these?”

Gard created a one-off custom capable of high-speed road racing runs, long distance touring, and according to Keith, “It’s a lane slasher.” The suspension worked like a dream with the semi-rubber mounted configuration, the mono-shock, and the state of the art upside down front end. Plus, it was suited for the big power of an H-D motor built by the Bennett’s Performance (106 cubic inch).

Like any world class custom builder, or even backyard builder, when the job was finished he stepped back and immediately saw refinements, but you can imagine the checklist to build a production bike grew like a meteor induced tsunami over a small island in the Pacific. Suddenly in a giant wave of world class ingenuity Arch Motorcycles was born, but…

First, there were stylistic adjustments.
All modifications must be laced to a myriad of production considerations.

How will his KRGT-1 fit into the competitive dynamics of the world of exotic motorcycles?

Massive vendor considerations.

Manufacturing considerations—every part would be re-engineered.

Facility considerations—the team would need more space, equipment, folks, shipping, and receiving.

The lists rolled on and on…

He wanted to build a magnificent artistic custom motorcycle capable of keeping up with Ducatis, and not stopping at every gas station, but being a rider for long distance or cross-country.
There were trademark considerations, patents.
CARB and EPA restrictions.

Gard started working on motorcycles as a kid. He couldn’t stand the notion he faced all of his life when a new customer’s motorcycle rolled into the shop and he grappled with a small fix turned ugly because of mounting or positioning. He wanted the KRGT-1 to make absolute serviceable sense from stem to stern.

He also witnessed another big wave of technology engulfing the auto industry and rubbing off on motorcycling, including computer-operated suspension systems, proportioning brakes, ABS, and computer-generated tuning capabilities. He was forced to etch his own design mantra in the back of his mind.

He wanted to give it the best of the best from a handling prospective, performance, and technology where he saw fit, but this work of art still must remain a solid minimalist scooter with elegant styling, panache, and class. As you will see, Gard succeeded in hiding much of his workmanship, so it takes a second, more in-depth look to appreciate.

Over the next couple of months, we will tear into every element of the KRGT-1 and explain each design notion and production challenge. This first report will delve into the seemingly stock S&S 124-inch engine configuration, and the all-special construction Baker transmission configuration.

He picked the S&S 124 for its monster performance configuration and the history with S&S as the dominant engine and performance manufacturer in our industry. Plus he wanted a solid warranty program. One of Gard’s design challenges was to build this motorcycle to be almost 4 inches narrower than stock for comfort and handling. One of his first challenges was to aim the intake manifold directly up, so there would be no throttle body or air cleaner hanging off the right side of the motorcycle.

Without much trouble, he turned the intake manifold nearly due north, but that’s where the minor elements ended. He worked with K&N for months on the position of the air cleaner, the capacity, the mounting (rubber-mounted engine), the eliminated frame member, the design of the tanks to afford enough space for the air cleaner, yet maintain at least a 5-gallon fuel capacity and more air capacity than required by S&S for the monster engine.

It cost over $5000 to design just the rubber bellows, mounting boot connecting the S&S throttle body to the K&N filter canister while allowing the engine to move. After 20 different configurations and adjustments, the final air box gave the engine 40 percent more air capacity than recommended by the S&S factory.

One of the fuel cells acts as an actual stress frame member. Each set of gas tanks takes 60 hours of CNC machining, but when complete take only one weld and holds 5.3 gallons of gas.

Several materials for the plates holding the air cleaner in place were considered, including carbon fiber, machined from aluminum, and stampings. After exhaustive research, Gard found a company capable of low number-run stampings in steel. Another hurtle satisfied. Then he faced throttle cable rerouting and manufacturing a new throttle cable wheel on the throttle body, which required heat-treating.

Gard wanted to add an appearance-enhancing element to the engine. Unlike Harley-Davidson, S&S engines cam covers function. Gard designed and worked with S&S to change the external appearance of the cam cover, but wanted S&S to manufacture it, not to infringe on the existing warranty.

Harley-Davidson fuel pumps are installed through a door in the top of the gas tank. Gard didn’t want a massive hole in the top of the gas tank, so he researched if the pump could be mounted on an inside wall. It could, as long as it was submerged in fuel some of the time for cooling. Also, moving the pump to the inside helped with the design to keep the bike as narrow as possible. He moved the thermistor switch, and set the fuel pick-up and filter in the best possible location in the tank.

One of his constant goals included making each element simpler, which entailed making everything contain multiple functions, and it made each component more difficult to manufacture. Here’s an example:

The air feeds directly to the air cleaner from the front of the billet gas tanks. The airflow is enhanced with two shapely CNC-machined cowlings behind the headlight on the front end. They added an artistic metallic synergistic connection to the forks, plus functioned as the headlight mounts.

 
 

 Gard also purchased aluminum machined AB Tech pushrod covers and had them delivered to S&S for install. The engines can be ordered in two different finishes. Gard requested three different parts to be raw machined, from S&S and not polished or plated. They include his cam cover design, which forced Gard to pay for a separate S&S QC process, oil filter mounts, and lifter blocks.

I will attempt to explain the transmission modifications, but bet I’ll miss something. Gard started with the notion of a solid Twin Cam unit philosophy, but in a Softail configuration. He went to Bert Baker, who recently designed a modular transmission case system to allow builders serious transmission mounting variations. This was the perfect start for Gard.

Gard designed his own oil tank system, which performed multiple functions, made the bike easier to service, narrower, and have a larger oil capacity than stock H-Ds and even surpassed S&S requirements of 3.5-4 quarts. The KRGT-1 holds over four quarts, but there’s much more.

First, the forward portion of the oil bag would act as an integral driveline component mounting the transmission to the engine. Gard designed it with a sight glass for ease of oil capacity measuring. The oil bag is mounted directly to the engine and eliminates the use of any feed line. Gard machined in guides so returning oil never comes in contact with the oil feed side for maximum cooling, and eliminating foaming oil from feeding back into the engine.

He designed the oil bag so the oil can be removed with the bike on the side stand and virtually every drop of oil can be drained and replaced with fresh lubricants.

The return line to the oil bag is just over an inch long for the shortest possible line for less chances of failure. The oil containment system does not hang below the frame. Plus all the drain plugs use the same Allen wrench for service ease.

One special tool is required and supplied by Arch for the swingarm axle nuts, which connect the frame and swingarm to the transmission. The same tool works on the steering neck.

The trans main shaft is shortened at the Baker factory by almost two inches, which narrows the primary system and clutch, again to narrow the bike’s overall platform and lift the clutch, primary and rear chain for handling.

The clutch is operated by a hydraulic slave system, which is widely used, but modified by Arch to use a Baker wafer, throw-out bearing, piston, and pushrod, and then Gard’s team designed the sprocket support, which works with the right-side chain guard.

Are you beginning to recognize the vast amount of work, design, thought, resources, and time put into every element of this machine? Believe me, after I sat on one and discussed each element with Gard, I scrapped my notion of buying a house in Deadwood and considered ordering a KRGT-1.

We have just scratched the surface. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks with the next chapter, taking us into the inner working of the Arch motorcycle design temple in Los Angeles.

Don’t miss chapter 2: http://www.bikernet.com/pages/The_Magnificent_ARCH_Motorcycle_part_2.aspx

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NCOM Coast To Coast Biker News for December 2014

 
 
THE AIM/NCOM MOTORCYCLE E-NEWS SERVICE is brought to you by Aid to Injured Motorcyclists (A.I.M.) and the National Coalition of Motorcyclists (NCOM), and is sponsored by the Law Offices of Richard M. Lester. If you’ve been involved in any kind of accident, call us at 1-(800) ON-A-BIKE or visit www.ON-A-BIKE.com.
 
 
 
NCOM BIKER NEWSBYTES
Compiled & Edited by Bill Bish,
National Coalition of Motorcyclists (NCOM)
 
WASHINGTON TARGETS DISTRACTED DRIVING IN MOTORCYCLE AWARENESS VIDEO
The Washington State Motorcycle Safety Program recently released a new motorcycle awareness video targeting inattentive drivers.  Created with teen driver education students in mind, the eight-minute-long film starts by showing a teen driver cruising the streets in a car while eating and listening to loud music.
 
When he turns left into the path of an oncoming motorcyclist, time stops, giving both the driver and rider a chance to exit their vehicles and talk to each another.
 
After some initial frustration, Randy the motorcyclist gets in the car with Ian, the teen driver, and teaches him the dos and don’ts of how to drive when sharing the road with motorcyclists.  Randy’s lessons include looking twice before turning and giving motorcycles more space.
 
The two eventually return to their vehicles and the inevitable crash takes place.
 
“The video is meant to be a relevant and easily accessible tool for Driver Training providers to use as they fulfill the motorcycle awareness requirement of their curriculum,” states the Washington State Department of Licensing, adding that the WMSP is supported by motorcycle endorsement fees and is tasked with providing Public Awareness of motorcycle safety, Motorcycle Safety education programs including classroom and on-cycle training, and Improved operator testing.
 
The YouTube video “Motorcycle Awareness – A Second Look” has already been viewed over 100,000 times in the first three weeks: 
 
 
 
 
TENNESSEE BANS BIG RIGS FROM DRAGON
A mountainous stretch of U.S. Route 129 (SR 115) from Tennessee to North Carolina famously known as “The Dragon” boasts 318 curves in 11.19 miles and is a beacon for drivers and riders alike, but semis are no longer welcome!  Due to a “critical number of traffic accidents involving large trucks,” the state of Tennessee is following the lead of neighboring North Carolina in banning big rigs from US 129, on sections of highway known as Deals Gap or The Tail of the Dragon.
 
For years, navigation systems have pointed truckers to the Dragon as a shortcut across Blount County.  That ends with the new year, and signs will be posted mid-January prohibiting commercial vehicles (longer than 30 feet).
 
After conducting a safety review, according to the Tennessee DOT there were a total of 204 crashes from 2010 to 2012 in Blount County — six of those resulted in fatalities. Only one of those fatal accidents involved a tractor trailer, but many of the other incidents with semis have blocked the narrow highway for hours and prevented travel for all motorists.
 
 
 
NEW MEXICO HELMET STICKER PROPOSAL OPPOSED
In response to a Senate bill draft creating a sticker riders would have to pay for in order to exercise their freedom of choice in helmet use, the New Mexico Motorcycle Rights Organization (NMMRO) has authored a letter of opposition supported by the National Coalition of Motorcyclists (NCOM) and the NCOM Legislative Task Force (NCOM-LTF), among others, it states:
 
Dr. Kurt B. Nolte, M.D., Office of the Medical Investigator;
 
“It has recently come to the attention of the New Mexico Motorcyclists Rights Organization (NMMRO) that a bill was drafted on your behalf by Clifford Rees at the New Mexico Legislature. If passed this bill would impose a $692 fee on motorcyclists who chose to ride without a helmet. As an organization we are interested in hearing your justification for placing this burden on the public and if you think that placing helmets on motorcyclists would decrease the number of motorcycle crashes.
 
Our organization would be pleased to share government statistics with you which show that 58% of all motorcyclist deaths are experienced by riders wearing helmets. We would also like to point out that it has been proven that accident prevention has a much bigger impact on preventing motorcycle injuries and fatalities. Helmets have not been shown to prevent motorcycle accidents and in some cases can increase the chances of an accident occurring. We have also worked with the New Mexico Department of Transportation to try to improve the awareness of drivers on New Mexico’s roads in respect to motorcycles as another method of accident prevention.
 
If in fact you do intend to proceed with your present actions we would like to spend some time with you looking into what affect this would have on the motorcycle riders of New Mexico and not just assume that it would be beneficial to their safety. The NMMRO and NM State Representative Rick Miera (a long-serving member of the NCOM-LTF) are available to meet with you to discuss this issue further.”
 
Thank you for listening to our concerns on this subject,
Annette Torrez, Chairperson NMMRO (and member of the NCOM Board of Directors)
 
 
 
LANE-SPLITTING LEGISLATION PROPOSED IN CALIFORNIA
From across Europe to throughout Asia, motorcyclists around the world routinely “filter” their way between lanes of slow-moving cars, but here in the U.S. only riders in California are allowed to “lane-split” through congested traffic — not-so-much because it’s legal, but because there are no specific laws addressing the issue.  That may soon change, as Assemblyman Bill Quirk (D-Hayward) has introduced Assembly Bill No.51 to specifically regulate the practice.
 
According to ABATE of California, their lobbyist Jim Lombardo has contacted the author’s legislative staff who said the measure was introduced by their office because of the widespread newspaper and television coverage regarding lane splitting and the general public’s ignorance of the legality of the issue.  The staff members are willing to accept amendments to improve the bill language but are seeking to “codify”, or write into California law, lane splitting legislation to ensure it is not completely outlawed after the CHP (California Highway Patrol) was forced to remove their “lane splitting guidelines” last summer.
 
AB 51 seeks to amend Section 21658 of the California Vehicle Code to “authorize a motorcycle to be driven between rows of stopped or moving vehicles in the same lane if the speed of traffic is 35 miles per hour or less and the motorcycle is driven no more than 10 miles per hour faster than the speed of traffic.”  A violation of the Vehicle Code is a crime, so the bill would create a new criminal penalty.
 
In addition to general opposition to over-regulating an accepted practice, “Obviously this bill is not something ABATE can endorse, especially when it limits lane splitting to traffic speeds of 35 MPH or less,” said Dave Hastings, ABATE Executive Director.  “We will implement a plan of action to kill this bill or at least amend it into something that the riders of California can live with.”
 
 
 
WHEN GAS PRICES GO UP, SO DO MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENTS
A new study suggests that as gas prices rose in recent years, so did motorcyclist injuries and fatalities, because more people start using motorcycles and many of those riders are inexperienced, the researchers explained.
 
The analysis, published in the journal for Injury Prevention, revealed a strong association between rising gas prices and an increasing number of motorcycle registrations, along with motorcyclist injuries and deaths.  But it did not prove a cause-and-effect link.
 
Analysts examined data gathered between 2002 and 2011 in California, which has the highest number of motorcycle registrations in the United States and the third highest number of motorcyclist deaths, and extrapolated that higher gas prices resulted in an additional 800 deaths and 10,290 injuries among motorcyclists in California over the ten year period.
 
According to the report, crashes were more likely to occur in urban areas and during the afternoon.  Of the motorcyclists involved in crashes, nearly 93% were men, 46% were middle-aged, 68% were caucasion, and 20% were uninsured.  Riders ages 16 to 24 and those on the latest models of motorcycles were most likely to be involved in at-fault crashes.
 
 
 
JAKARTA POLICE DEPLOY OFFICERS TO ENFORCE BIKE BAN
Hundreds of police officers and transportation officials were deployed throughout the Indonesian capital of Jakarta for the trial run of a controversial new traffic regulation that bars motorcycles from entering two of the capital’s major thoroughfares.
 
During the month-long initiation period, motorcycles are barred from entering parts of the country’s largest city from Dec 17-Jan17, after which officers will begin enforcing the new ban.  “The restriction will be introduced for a month and we expect people who frequent the restricted areas to be familiar with the new regulation,” a police spokesman said.  “Once the trial period is over and we still find infractions, then we will take action by issuing tickets,” he said, adding that these penalties will also be applied on weekends and major holidays.
 
Motorcyclists will be provided with designated parking spaces where they will have to abandon their motorcycles and board double-decker buses that are free of charge.
 
Introduced by Jakarta Governor Basuki Tjahaja Purnama, the city government says the ban is aimed at cutting down the number of accidents and reducing traffic in the notoriously congested capital.  There are 9 million motorcycles registered in Jakarta, a city of 10-million people.
 
The governor is also in discussions with the Jakarta Police about whether the ban on motorcycles should be extended to more roads around the capital.
 
 
 
Civil Unrest after order banning motorcycles in SUDAN
In the Republic of the Sudan, an Arab republic in the Nile Valley of North Africa, local youths have protested an order by the West Kordofan governor banning the use of motorcycles inside the town of Meiram.
 
Local authorities have taken steps to better regulate and license the use of motorcycles, saying they were being used to smuggle goods into rebel-controlled areas.
 
The order prompted unrest in the market including some shooting in the air after armed local youth refused to implement the order.  Eyewitnesses told Radio Tamazuj that about five youths had been arrested over instigating chaos in the area.  A source said that some shops have remained closed or on standby until life has relatively returned to normal.
 
 
 
WEIRD NEWS: NEW ZEALAND COUPLE FINED $40K FOR RIDING WITHOUT HELMET
A couple in New Zealand have been fined $20,000 each following multiple instances of riding a quad bike without a helmet.  According to the New Zealand Herald, Phillip Andrew Jones and Maria Anna Carlson, share-milkers from Marlborough, had been seen riding their All-Terrain Vehicle without helmets multiple times dating back to 2012.
 
The pair were both fined under the Health and Safety in Employment Act; Jones was charged with failing to take all practicable steps to ensure no other person was harmed at work while riding a quad bike, and Carlson with failing to take all practicable steps to ensure her own safety by wearing a helmet, and the safety of others by not carrying her children on a quad bike.
 
“Quad bikes pose a serious risk on farms, and on average five people were killed and 850 were injured every year,” said WorkSafe spokesman Francois Barton, adding that Carlson was twice witnessed riding her quad bike without a helmet after a prohibition notice had been issued and the second time she had two young children with her on the bike.
 
Carlson admitted that despite owning helmets she didn’t wear one because “it becomes just a little bit of a hassle.”
 
 
 
EPA GRANTS ETHANOL TEMPORARY REPRIEVE
The ethanol industry dodged a bullet recently after the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) deferred action on permanently lowering the amount of renewable fuels that must be blended into the U.S. gasoline supply.  Rather than deciding to change the methodology of the mandate included in the Renewable Fuel Standard law, currently based on steadily increasing levels of ethanol-blended fuels, as it first proposed last year to lower the required annual levels, the EPA opted to wait until 2015 to decide.
 
While the delay gives the renewable fuels industry time to regroup and lobby for higher levels, the final quota will likely be less than the original mandate required, but avoids an outcome that could have been much worse for the $30-billion-a-year industry.
 
Meanwhile, many motorcycle and automobile organizations, among others, continue to lobby against ethanol, not just because its unapproved use can damage some internal combustion engines, reduce power and mileage, and void manufacturer warranties, but opponents also argue that ethanol pollutes more than the oil it’s meant to replace, takes more energy to produce than it delivers, drives up cost and scarcity of food resources, doesn’t reduce our oil-dependency, and the government subsidies being paid for ethanol production steals funds that could improve our highways, bridges and infrastructure.
 
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Old School/New School Reunion

 
 
 
A record crowd of show bikes and spectators filled the spacious grounds of the Ventura County Fairgrounds this past Sunday, December 14th to celebrate the 11th  Annual Chopperfest. They were able to shop for that particular bike part or Christmas gift with some 200 vendors and swap meet booths to enjoy. There was a special exhibition of biker art in homage to David Mann. Not only was the ground vibrating with the sounds of hundreds of bikes rolling into the Fairground but also thanks to the rockin’ sound track for the day long party.  The music was provided this year by three bands which included the Harlis Sweetwater Band, the WOW Factor, and the Gilby Clarke Band (Gilby played with Guns and Roses).

 
Show founder Dave “Huggy” Hansen of the iconic American bike emporium, The Bike Shop said, “This was the largest Chopperfest so far and for me I really enjoyed the diversity of the motorcycles, something that is getting bigger year by year. From the English bikes to the metric cruisers and the different styles of the custom Harley-Davidsons.”  
 
 

“Being the antique guy that I am, I liked seeing the smattering of antique bikes on display. I think this show is becoming a premiere event on the West Coast. It’s also great having my son Tory being such an integral part of the event. He’s been working for me since he was three at the ticket counter or somewhere. Now he’s also my best friend and business partner.”
 
 

I asked him if he had any idea when he started this event back in 2004 that it could grow to this level, Dave says, “No…because I had been doing events, car shows, antique shows, swap meets and vintage racing at the Fair Grounds for 35 years. The custom bike show originally was to augment the antique bike event, but eventually we decided to focus on one, the custom bikes, but never thought it would get this big.” 
 
 

“We also wanted to do something different so I called Dave Mann asking him to do some artwork for the new show and we were going to fly him and his wife Jacquie out to honor him at the show, but then he passed away. I had known him for so many years and besides being a great artist he was just such a nice guy.”
 
 

One way to sum up his effect on the whole industry and the whole bike culture, was something once said by one of his club brothers, “Dave Mann built the motorcycles on canvas before anybody thought about building them in real life.” 

And that’s so true, he put so many bikes on paper that they have become a blueprint for builders even today. It’s sad that it took his passing for people to recognize the fine art that it is.
 

The whole shindig was emceed by “The Voice of Chopperfest” Jennifer Santolucito who had this to say: “For me it started when I went to the second Chopperfest with bike builder friends, then a couple of years later I contacted Tory the show organizer when I noticed there wasn’t an emcee.”
 
 

“I had been touring with the Blood, Sweat and Ink Tour so I wanted to do more emceeing and less of the promotional modeling that I was currently doing in the chopper industry. A lot of the  builders and industry people were my friends and I wanted to get up on stage and talk about them and introduce the sponsors. This is my eighth year that I have been emceeing and the best year yet. The bikes are amazing, and people really ride them, so the show was extra special.  I also enjoyed the art gallery set up in the McBride building, and especially the David Mann artwork brought in by Dave’s stepdaughter, Tracy Scott.”
 
 

“For me it’s always a special treat to see the Mann family at the show. Previously we just had one band, but this year there were three bands that played all day helping to energize the event and give it a party atmosphere.  Especially Gilby Clarke with an outstanding performance, he was on fire. Now Tori, his Dad and myself are already planning for Chopperfest next year, and I’m so honored to be part of it.”
 
 

As for the Bike Show competition, featured builders included  Paul Cavallo of Spitfire Motorcycle, Dalton Walker of S.I.K., Duane Ballard, Russell Mitchell of Exile fame, Caleb Owens of Cro Customs, Taber Nash of Nash Motorcycle, Mike Tomas of Kiwi Indian, Kurto Morrow of Ventura Motorworks, Rick  Bray of RKB Kustom Speed, Michael Barragan of Evil Performance Motorcycles, David Zemla of  Burly Brand, Dan Collins of Old Gold Garage, Jim Giuffa of AFT Customs, Aki Sakamoto of Hog Killers (Japan), Paul Ponkow of Bone Legacy, Lock Baker of Eastern Fabrications, Will Ramsey of Faith Forgotten Choppers and Scott T-Bone Jones of Noise Cycle Mfg. There was also a slew of home garage builders who brought a wild and varied spectrum of bikes spanning 49cc to 5000cc’s.  These were highly polished works of rolling art to “patina rich” ratsters.

Bottom line, David Mann would no doubt be smiling as he watched all of the bikes at Chopperfest inspired by his artistry in iron, his art has left indelible impressions on all levels. 
 
 
 
 
Chopperfest Bike Show Award Winners

Rat Bike 
1st Keith Drum HD Bonneville
2nd Fn Dirty ‘78 Yamaha
3rd Chad M. 2002 Honda Shadow

Metric
1st AFT Customs Honda CB750
2nd Paul Ponkow ‘72 Honda CB750
3rd Steve Gimby ‘81 CB750

Koolest Paint
1st Rick Bray 2014 Spcl Shovel
2nd Andrew Ursich ‘59 HD XL
3rd Peggy Alexander ‘44 FL

Radical Design
1st Hog Killers ‘40 UL
2nd Slims Fab ‘83 Yamaha YZ490
3rd Roth/Allen V8 Trike

Bagger
1st Dale Burnell ’94 Trike Roadking
2nd Jim Tietz 2003 HD
3rd Kevin Goe ‘59 FLH

Big Twin 
1st Bubba 03′ HD Softail
2nd RJ Lucky Mutha ‘66 HD Amen Savior
3rd Paul Ponkow Knuckle trike

Sportster
1st Magnuson ’74 XLH HD Supercharged
2nd Mike Newhall ‘73 XL
3rd Bruce Fletcher ‘64 XLCH
 

British 
1st Paul Ponkow Triumph TR6
2nd Greg Owens ‘59 Triumph 650
3rd J. Maltzman ‘65 Triumph Bonneville

Bobber
1st Ryan Cox ‘40 HD EL
2nd Phil Travis ‘61 HD Panhead
3rd Dan & Phil ‘36 HD VLD

Old Skool Skooter
1st James Goodnight ‘82 HD Shovel
2nd Mick Evan ‘57 HD FLH
3rd Jeff Leighton ‘47 HD Panhead
 
 

Antique
1st Don Whalen 1914 Feilbach Ltd
2nd Porky ‘34 HD VLD
3rd Paul Wheeler ‘5 HD Panhead

Special Construction
1st Steve Vanderhold ’08 Sycohopper 
2nd Rich Jones ‘66 Triumph 
3rd Kevin Hogan ‘80 HD

Best Shovelhead
Nick Miserendino ‘77 FX

Best Knucklehead
Rusty Mitchell ‘36 EL

Best Panhead 
M. Diamond ’53 FL

Best of Show
Dalton Walker ’37 UL

David Mann Memorial Award
Harpoon ‘50 Panhead

Ross Kiwi Tomas Award
Ryan Cox ‘40 EL

Artistry In Iron Show Pick/Invitation 
Noise Cycles ‘76 Shovelhead

Pistol Magazine Show Pick
Phil Travis  ‘61Panhead

Biltwell Vendor Pick
Jake Wreesman HD XL
 
 
Gallery of Choppers from the Show:
 

 

 
 
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Australian MC Club Update

 
 
Introduction: On 16 October, 2014, the Liberal National Party dominated state of Queensland’s parliament passed three pieces of bikie-related legislation, including the bill that would become the Vicious Lawless Association Disestablishment (VLAD) Act. Under the VLAD Act, a “vicious lawless associate” found guilty of any criminal offence listed in the legislation, from the smallest drug possession charge up, would serve a mandatory prison term of up to 25 years on top of their sentence. The Tattoo Parlours Act bans members of criminal associations and their associates from operating, working in or owning tattoo parlours. The Criminal Law (Criminal Organisations Disruption) Amendment Act amends various pieces of legislation to label 26 motorcycle clubs as criminal organisations and ban their members from congregating in groups of more than three or meeting at their clubhouses. The Queensland government would go on to establish a “bikies only” prison, where inmates may be dressed in fluoro pink overalls.
 
 
VLAD, the Australian High Court, and why all is not yet lost: 

Some wins are real wins, like coming first place in a race or picking the lucky ticket from a hat, writes Eva Cripps from Bike Me, Wednesday, 31 December 2014. 

Other wins, like that lauded by the Queensland Government when a handful of Attorney-General Jarrod Bleijie’s suite of draconian laws were upheld in the High Court, are disguised and promoted as a win, when in fact it is nothing of the sort. 

Unlike other kinds of successes, when a law is upheld in the High Court, it is not necessarily the final decision that is important, but the reasoning behind the final decision. And in this respect, Jarrod Bleijie has received the closest to a judicial slap in the face as the High Court Justices were capable of delivering given the constraints of Australia’s legal system. 

Careful reading of the High Court judgment by eminently qualified lawyers reveals a number of realities that Jarrod Bleijie would prefer kept quiet.
 
 
The reasoning behind the High Court decision paints a very different picture to that which Bleijie and his supporters portrayed to the media. The decision has serious implications for the application and practicalities of his laws. 

The High Court decision has made it really quite difficult for the State of Queensland to successfully prosecute a person under any of the laws which rely on the Attorney-General’s arbitrary declared list of so-called criminal organisations. This includes the ban on three or more participants in a criminal organisation being knowingly present in a public place, participants entering prescribed places or events, recruiting persons to become participants, and the wearing of prohibited items on licensed premises. 

Despite the laws remaining for now, the triumphant smile must surely be wiped from Bleijie’s face. His plan to override the judiciary has been thwarted.
 
Since the legislation passed the Queensland parliament with no consultation or scrutiny, Bleijie has protested vehemently that only serious organised criminals need fear his laws. 

Bleijie has repeatedly assured good, law-abiding people that only those allegedly ‘criminal bikies’, engaged in vicious, fear-inducing acts of violence, drug-trafficking, prostitution or wickedly riding their motorcycles in a way as to strike terror into the hearts of the innocent, had anything to worry about. 

And in conjunction with Police Minister Jack Dempsey and the Queensland Police Service, Bleijie has made certain that all Australians understood his self-imposed distinction between upstanding citizens, and members and associates of one-percent clubs by relabelling Outlaw Motorcycle Clubs (OMCs) as Criminal Motorcycle Gangs

This crucial distinction between bikies and their friends, and other motorcyclists and members of the community has been Blejie’s constant reiteration to allay concerns about him quashing the rule of law. 

The laws were justified, proclaimed Bleijie, because only the real baddies were subject to them. And both Newman and Bleijie inferred that those who were against the laws must have been criminal sympathisers, if not part of the criminal gang machine.
 
 
And so the High Court has held the Attorney-General to his word. 

The decision is based on the reasoning that the correct interpretation of the laws means it only applies to those associations and its participants actually involved in, or intending to engage in serious criminal activity. 

By this, the High Court means provable involvement, intention and serious crime. Petty or regulatory offences, such as selling liquor without a licence are irrelevant. 

And in a glorious twist, the High Court has determined that actual evidence is required; admissible, lawfully obtained evidence that does not include rumour, second hand information or confessions induced under threat or promise. The subjective declarations from the Attorney-General that the one-percent clubs are criminal organisations, is not sufficient as proof. The normal rules of evidence apply. And proof beyond reasonable doubt must be provided by the State in relation to each club and each participant, for each offence. 

This is a massive blow to Bleijie, who earlier in the year declared that the evidence on which he made his declarations would remain forever hidden.
 
 
Bleije’s self-appointed powers have been considerably weakened. 

No doubt Bleijie will remind everyone that he always said only the most serious of criminals had anything to worry about and the laws would not be used on the law-abiding. However it was clearly his intention to imprison any person who had anything whatsoever to do with any bikie club. He did not hide his desire to eradicate every one-percent club member and associate in Queensland and deter those from other states visiting. 

This is well demonstrated by the absurdity of the arrests to date, including a female librarian with no criminal record being charged for having lunch with her alleged bikie boyfriend and a mate, and a group of childhood friends buying ice-cream on holiday. 

While people can still be arrested under the laws, jailing anyone has just become a whole lot harder for Bleijie. 

And given the majority of the members of declared clubs have no convictions for serious crimes, if any at all, the State might be hard pressed to prove the clubs are criminal organisations. If admissible evidence existed, one would expect the police to have acted on it and charged those responsible under established laws already.
 
 
While Bleijie can certainly still declare any group he chooses to be a criminal organisation, unless the State can prove it in a court of law, the declaration is worthless. 

Bleije’s attempts to demonstrate his toughness in fighting crime have backfired on him quite spectacularly. His plans to override the courts and simply declare any group he chooses to be a criminal organisation have been tempered. And rather than accept the argument that the government had tried to tell the judiciary what to do, the High Court have simply acted on the presumption that all normal rules apply. This is a huge slap-down to Bleijie who has demonstrated on more than one occasion his contempt and disregard for the fundamental principles of law which he preferred did not apply in Queensland.
 
The Newman Government’s posturing, propaganda and harsh law and order agenda is backed by a set of laws, that when interpreted as prescribed by the High Court, become very difficult to act upon. The High Court ruling has the effect of turning Bleijie’s tough, strong legislation into nothing. 

The High Court decision was not a win for Jarrod Bleijie. The Court has not validated his ability to act as judge, jury and executioner. It has held Bleijie and the Newman Government to account, albeit not in the desired way. 

Enacting unworkable, bizarre and draconian laws is not something to be proud of, even if those laws are found to be valid. Bleijie should not be trumpeting the decision as win of any sort. Instead he has provided the perfect example to other Attorney-Generals of what not to do, if they intend to maintain even a hint of credibility. 

Bleijie’s victory is short-lived. And with an election just around the corner, his reign as Attorney-General will be too. 

Now that will be a win.
 
 
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Interesting Facts About Prisons and Their Prisoners

 
Prisons employ and exploit the ideal worker. Prisoners do not receive benefits or pensions. They are not paid overtime. They are forbidden to organize and strike. They must show up on time. They are not paid for sick days or granted vacations. They cannot formally complain about working conditions or safety hazards. If they are disobedient, or attempt to protest their pitiful wages, they lose their jobs and can be sent to isolation cells.

The roughly 1 million prisoners who work for corporations and government industries in the American prison system are models for what the corporate state expects us all to become. And corporations have no intention of permitting prison reforms that would reduce the size of their bonded workforce. In fact, they are seeking to replicate these conditions throughout the society.

States, in the name of austerity, have stopped providing prisoners with essential items including shoes, extra blankets and even toilet paper, while starting to charge them for electricity and room and board. Most prisoners and the families that struggle to support them are chronically short of money.
 
Prisons are company towns. Scrip, rather than money, was once paid to coal miners, and it could be used only at the company store. Prisoners are in a similar condition. When they go broke—and being broke is a frequent occurrence in prison—prisoners must take out prison loans to pay for medications, legal and medical fees and basic commissary items such as soap and deodorant. Debt peonage inside prison is as prevalent as it is outside prison.

States impose an array of fees on prisoners. For example, there is a 10 percent charge imposed by New Jersey on every commissary purchase. Stamps have a 10 percent surcharge. Prisoners must pay the state for a 15-minute deathbed visit to an immediate family member or a 15-minute visit to a funeral home to view the deceased. New Jersey, like most other states, forces a prisoner to reimburse the system for overtime wages paid to the two guards who accompany him or her, plus mileage cost. The charge can be as high as $945.04. It can take years to pay off a visit with a dying father or mother.
 
 

Fines, often in the thousands of dollars, are assessed against many prisoners when they are sentenced. There are 22 fines that can be imposed in New Jersey, including the Violent Crime Compensation Assessment (VCCB), the Law Enforcement Officers Training & Equipment Fund (LEOT) and Extradition Costs (EXTRA). The state takes a percentage each month out of prison pay to pay down the fines, a process that can take decades. If a prisoner who is fined $10,000 at sentencing must rely solely on a prison salary he or she will owe about $4,000 after making payments for 25 years. Prisoners can leave prison in debt to the state. And if they cannot continue to make regular payments—difficult because of high unemployment—they are sent back to prison. High recidivism is part of the design.

Corporations have privatized most of the prison functions once handled by governments. They run prison commissaries and, since the prisoners have nowhere else to shop, often jack up prices by as much as 100 percent. Corporations have taken over the phone systems and charge exorbitant fees to prisoners and their families.

They grossly overcharge for money transfers from families to prisoners. And these corporations, some of the nation’s largest, pay little more than a dollar a day to prison laborers who work in for-profit prison industries. Food and merchandise vendors, construction companies, laundry services, uniforms companies, prison equipment vendors, cafeteria services, manufacturers of pepper spray, body armor and the array of medieval instruments used for the physical control of prisoners, and a host of other contractors feed like jackals off prisons. Prisons, in America, are a hugely profitable business.

Our prison-industrial complex, which holds 2.3 million prisoners, or 25 percent of the world’s prison population, makes money by keeping prisons full. It demands bodies, regardless of color, gender or ethnicity. As the system drains the pool of black bodies, it has begun to incarcerate others. Women—the fastest-growing segment of the prison population—are swelling prisons, as are poor whites in general, Hispanics and immigrants. Prisons are no longer a black-white issue. Prisons are a grotesque manifestation of corporate capitalism. Slavery is legal in prisons under the 13th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution. It reads: “Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States. …” And the massive U.S. prison industry functions like the forced labor camps that have existed in all totalitarian states.

Corporate investors, who have poured billions into the business of mass incarceration, expect long-term returns. And they will get them. It is their lobbyists who write the draconian laws that demand absurdly long sentences, deny paroles, determine immigrant detention laws and impose minimum-sentence and three-strikes-out laws (mandating life sentences after three felony convictions). The politicians and the courts, subservient to corporate power, can be counted on to protect corporate interests.

Corrections Corporation of America (CCA), the largest owner of for-profit prisons and immigration detention facilities in the country, had revenues of $1.7 billion in 2013 and profits of $300 million. CCA holds an average of 81,384 inmates in its facilities on any one day. Aramark Holdings Corp., a Philadelphia-based company that contracts through Aramark Correctional Services to provide food to 600 correctional institutions across the United States, was acquired in 2007 for $8.3 billion by investors that included Goldman Sachs.

The three top for-profit prison corporations spent an estimated $45 millionover a recent 10-year period for lobbying that is keeping the prison business flush. The resource center In the Public Interest documented in its report “Criminal: How Lockup Quotas and ‘Low-Crime Taxes’ Guarantee Profits for Private Prison Corporations” that private prison companies often sign state contracts that guarantee prison occupancy rates of 90 percent. If states fail to meet the quota they have to pay the corporations for the empty beds.
 
 

CCA in 2011 gave $710,300 in political contributions to candidates for federal or state office, political parties and so-called 527 groups (PACs and super PACs), the American Civil Liberties Union reported. The corporation also spent $1.07 million lobbying federal officials plus undisclosed sums to lobby state officials, according to the ACLU.

The United States, from 1970 to 2005, increased its prison population by about 700 percent, according to statistics gathered by the ACLU. The federal Bureau of Justice Statistics, the ACLU report notes, says for-profit companies presently control about 18 percent of federal prisoners and 6.7 percent of all state prisoners. Private prisons account for nearly all newly built prisons. And nearly half of all immigrants detained by the federal government are shipped to for-profit prisons, according to Detention Watch Network.

But corporate profit is not limited to building and administering prisons. Whole industries now rely almost exclusively on prison labor. Federal prisoners, who are among the highest paid in the U.S. system, making as much as $1.25 an hour, produce the military’s helmets, uniforms, pants, shirts, ammunition belts, ID tags and tents. Prisoners work, often through subcontractors, for major corporations such as Chevron, Bank of America, IBM, Motorola, Microsoft, AT&T, Starbucks, Nintendo, Victoria’s Secret, J.C. Penney, Sears, Wal-Mart, Kmart, Eddie Bauer, Wendy’s, Procter & Gamble, Johnson & Johnson, Fruit of the Loom, Motorola, Caterpillar, Sara Lee, Quaker Oats, Mary Kay, Microsoft, Texas Instruments, Dell, Honeywell, Hewlett-Packard, Nortel, Nordstrom’s, Revlon, Macy’s, Pierre Cardin and Target. Prisoners in some states run dairy farms, staff call centers, take hotel reservations or work in slaughterhouses. And prisoners are used to carry out public services such as collecting highway trash in states such as Ohio.

States, with shrinking budgets, share in the corporate exploitation. They get kickbacks of as much as 40 percent from corporations that prey on prisoners. This kickback money is often supposed to go into “inmate welfare funds,” but prisoners say they rarely see any purchases made by the funds to improve life inside prison.

The wages paid to prisoners for labor inside prisons have remained stagnant and in real terms have declined over the past three decades. In New Jersey a prisoner made $1.20 for eight hours of work—yes, eight hours of work—in 1980 and today makes $1.30 for a day’s labor. Prisoners earn, on average, $28 a month. Those incarcerated in for-profit prisons earn as little as 17 cents an hour.

However, items for sale in prison commissaries have risen in price over the past two decades by as much as 100 percent. And new rules in some prisons, including those in New Jersey, prohibit families to send packages to prisoners, forcing prisoners to rely exclusively on prison vendors. This is as much a psychological blow as a material one; it leaves families feeling powerless to help loved ones trapped in the system.
 
 

A bar of Dove soap in 1996 cost New Jersey prisoners 97 cents. Today it costs $1.95, an increase of 101 percent. A tube of Crest toothpaste cost $2.35 in 1996 and today costs $3.49, an increase of 48 percent. AA batteries have risen by 184 percent, and a stick of deodorant has risen by 95 percent. The only two items I found that remained the same in price from 1996 were frosted flake cereal and cups of noodles, but these items in prisons have been switched from recognizable brand names to generic products. The white Reebok shoes that most prisoners wear, shoes that lasts about six months, costs about $45 a pair. Those who cannot afford the Reebok brand must buy, for $20, shoddy shoes with soles that shred easily. In addition, prisoners are charged for visits to the infirmary and the dentist and for medications.

Keefe Supply Co., which runs commissaries for an estimated half a million prisoners in states including Florida and Maryland, is notorious for price gouging. It sells a single No. 10 white envelope for 15 cents—$15 per 100 envelopes. The typical retail cost outside prison for a box of 100 of these envelopes is $7. The company marks up a 3-ounce packet of noodle soup, one of the most popular commissary items, to 45 cents from 26 cents.

Global Tel Link, a private phone company, jacks up phone rates in New Jersey to 15 cents a minute, although some states, such as New York, have relieved the economic load on families by reducing the charge to 4 cents a minute. The Federal Communications Commission has determined that a fair rate for a 15-minute interstate call by a prisoner is $1.80 for debit and $2.10 for collect. The high phone rates imposed on prisoners, who do not have a choice of carriers and must call either collect or by using debit accounts that hold prepaid deposits made by them or their families, are especially damaging to the 2 million children with a parent behind bars. The phone is a lifeline for the children of the incarcerated.

Monopolistic telephone contracts give to the states kickbacksamounting, on average, to 42 percent of gross revenues from prisoner phone calls, according to Prison Legal News. The companies with exclusive prison phone contracts not only charge higher phone rates but add to the phone charges the cost of the kickbacks, called “commissions” by state agencies, according to research conducted in 2011 by John E. Dannenberg for Prison Legal News. Dannenberg found that the phone market in state prison systems generates an estimated $362 million annually in gross revenues for the states and costs prisoners’ families, who put money into phone accounts, some $143 million a year.

When strong family ties are retained, there are lower rates of recidivism and fewer parole violations. But that is not what the corporate architects of prisons want: High recidivism, now at over 60 percent, keeps the cages full. This is one reason, I suspect, why prisons make visitations humiliating and difficult. It is not uncommon for prisoners to tell their families—especially those that include small children traumatized by the security screening, long waits, body searches, clanging metal doors and verbal abuse by guards—not to visit. Prisoners with life sentences frequently urge loved ones to sever all ties with them and consider them as dead.

The rise of what Marie Gottschalk, the author of “Caught: The Prison State and the Lockdown of American Politics,” calls “the carceral state” is ominous. It will not be reformed through elections or by appealing to political elites or the courts. Prisons are not, finally, about race, although poor people of color suffer the most. They are not even about being poor. They are prototypes for the future. They are emblematic of the disempowerment and exploitation that corporations seek to inflict on all workers. If corporate power continues to disembowel the country, if it is not impeded by mass protests and revolt, life outside prison will soon resemble life in prison.

Correction: An earlier version of this column included these two sentences, now deleted: “CCA [Corrections Corporation of America], through the American Legislative Exchange Council, also lobbies legislators to impose harsher detention laws at the state and federal levels. The ALEC helped draft Arizona’s cruel anti-immigrant law SB 1070.” An email from a public relations executive for CCA said of the two sentences, in part: “This is false. Under longstanding policy, CCA does not draft, lobby for or in any way promote policies that determine the basis or duration for an individual’s incarceration or detention. Additionally, the story implies CCA is a current member of the American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC), which is false. CCA previously maintained a non-voting membership with ALEC for the purpose of monitoring policy trends and developments, but that ended in 2010. The genesis for this information is a report from NPR [National Public Radio] that has since been explicitly clarified.”
 
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PASSION

 
 
This is a piece I feel compelled to write. It is about my own struggles with the idea of following only the true call of one’s heart. For this I will have to talk of my own dealings with God. But don’t worry because I am not, nor have ever been, even slightly religious, although I have plenty of friends for whom religion works very well. But it would seem that the vast majority of folks have some idea of a Creator. This idea just seems a natural part of the human condition.

Giving in to the drifter life that I love so much did not come easy or quickly to me. It took time, perseverance, practice, courage, and quite a bit of desperation.
 
 

As some know, I was once a small roofing contractor with a big house, two cars and a truck, beautiful H-D Softail, nice furniture, cable TV, washing machine, etc. For many of my friends this worked, for me however it did not. In fact, all of that stuff made me very poor, for over time my idea of what true wealth is has changed dramatically. For me real wealth is when one finds that he likes himself more often than he doesn’t, and even thinks himself a really cool person, maybe one of his favorites, much of the time.  And secondly when one also finds that he likes his life more often than he doesn’t and is even ecstatic about it often, even thinks it’s wonderful, then that is true wealth. For nobody has these things all the time. Nobody. We all have our tough times. But if one does not experience these attributes at all then it matters not if he’s Donald Trump, that man is indeed poor. The suicide rate among monetarily wealthy is identical to that of the poor. This statistic says a lot. So if one truly does have these things often then who cares how he achieves or maintains them. He is truly rich, at least that’s how I see it. So, in my case, the big house and all its possessions brought only poverty.
 
 

In time I left the house and everything in it behind then bought a rather old 18 foot Airstream trailer for $1,100 (small, but still offered most modern conveniences) and parked it on a friend’s property for $150 a month. 

If this seems like an easy transition then think again! A person is a product of his or her conditioning and I was conditioned to a big house with all its amenities. At that time it had never dawned on me that man had been living without these luxuries for over a million years and not once had he missed them. Still, the move to an 18 foot trailer with its little toilet stuffed into a corner was, at first, almost unbearable. Oh, how I used to love using a regular john where one could sprawl out on the commode. But I soon listened to the woes of a few friends who’d been having big headaches with their housing situations for quite some time. I looked to the little Airstream and thought, “Well, at $150 a month this place isn’t going anywhere and it certainly offers a tremendous amount of ease and security.” Easy living, what a wonderful new luxury that was!
 
So I installed new carpet, bought a $450 TV with built in VCR (state of the art at that time), and settled in. Within six months I’d become so completely acclimated, or re-conditioned, that the little Airstream seemed nothing less than perfectly normal. For man is the most adaptable animal on earth. We live everywhere from the Sahara Desert to the ice covered northern hemisphere. And the trailer brought SO MUCH freedom. It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders! The balance between pamperings and easy living was now tipped so far into the green that never again could I imagine going back.
 
 

Next went my big GMC truck. I then purchased a used Toyota mini truck for $1,640, fixed a few things on it, and drove that sucker for five years. This simple living threw me immediately into a state of semi retirement. For now there was more money than needed and it made no sense to keep working all the time. Cutting the workload back, I began to labor a short two to three weeks then take two months off.

Boredom soon caught up and I began trying a lot of activities. Many did not prove to be the call of my heart’s desire and were weeded out. But I’d begun to take longer motorcycle trips and these seemed far more important. At first these rides were made mostly with friends. But if I waited on them always, I’d certainly not be traveling much. So I began to take off alone as well. Being from southern California, some of these excursions were made north, but most went east into the nearby state of Arizona. These rides began to last longer and longer. With no excuse at all I’d simply pack the bike (an easy routine by then) and fly across the state line for 10 days or two weeks. The adventures began right away.
 
 

Then one day I crossed the mountains and was soon flying across the open desert on a beautiful day. All of a sudden I just knew, with crystal clarity the conviction came that this was where I belonged and what I was supposed to be doing. My heart told me and there was no denying.

Seeing my great passion, my then landlord and best friend allowed me to turn the trailer off and pay a simple storage fee of only $30 a month when gone.

Saving money by winter, I began to stay gone for entire summers while traveling to much more distant lands. Dreams of leaving forever started to haunt my thoughts, and the search for a way to make this happen began. Desperate for knowledge now, I became the attentive pupil who took lessons from every biker, traveler, vacationer, freight train hobo, hippie, homeless person, or boy scout that came along. I looked into trucking and even tried working carnivals for a while (I’m never doing either one again). But the majority of what I learned came mostly from simple trial and error. 
 
 

Still, back then I’d met no one who lived off a motorcycle and was unsure if it was even possible. I began to question my own sanity, this was a real problem. I mean, try choosing a completely different direction from that which everyone seems to be moving and see if you don’t wonder the same thing. But there was no turning back.

After a few seasons of starting the summers pretty flush, then came the year when it was time to leave and I had only $500. Obviously not nearly enough to travel on, let alone get home with. Having never been to Florida before, I’d committed to attend the Daytona rally. But only $500? I was scared to death, terrified actually. But my heart was pulling, no, SCREAMING, that the road was where I belonged. So, much inspired by the book “The Peace Pilgrim”, I looked to the sky and said, “Okay God. You know my situation. I’m gonna leave on blind faith this year and we will soon see if you can keep a man and motorcycle going across this big country.”
 
 

That trip lasted the whole of nine months, which included the entire east coast and some of Canada too. At that time I’d not yet learned the arsenal of methods and road tricks that bring such ease, security, and comfort to my nomadic life these days. Instead, I was simply willing to fly by the seat of my pants and accept whatever came down the pike. Money ran down to $50 on two occasions that year, but it never ran out and my needs were often met in the strangest and most unexpected ways. I won’t bother telling those stories here but will say that, after leaving California with only $500 and traveling for nine months, I rode back into Cali with $550, something changed in me that year.
 
 

For these longer excursions, and as it had been with the trailer, it would become necessary that I acclimate to living in camps. I think this was even harder than learning to live with the trailer. Oh how I used to look forward to meeting a woman who’d let me stay at her house! But in time, and as I learned to improve them dramatically, these camps would simply feel like my home. Once this re-conditioning process became complete (camps compensated me with far more freedom than the trailer had ever offered) it would be more often that she’d be invited to my place. For in time I no longer cared for houses at all. I’ve seen this transformation happen to everyone I know who live such lives. 
 
 

Next I began to hate coming home. Then I began to hate being home. All of my time there was now spent only in the desperate desire to again leave. 

I decided to see if it were possible to stay gone an entire year. Of course I would again be leaving without enough money and was deathly afraid!! But again passion was calling. For the last few years all the things I’d needed to make these ventures (like the $30 a month trailer deal) had been coming along almost by themselves. And still I was afraid, terrified actually, and once again I appealed to God.
 
 

Rather than rewrite what happened at this time, I’ve decided to simply include an excerpt from my book, “Josie’s Journey”, because Josie experienced the exact same thing. But his heart did not call to the road as mine did, instead it called him only to the land, and in time he would give in to it.
 
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In this chapter, and at this time, Josie (the middle aged car salesman) and his wife have lived their entire lives in the distant city to which they were born, built a life, and a home. Yet, neither has ever cared for the city and it is a place that seems to suck the very life from their souls. At the moment however, they are on vacation in the small mountain town of Misty Lake and Josie is dreaming.
 
 

Josie’s Journey
It was in the wee hours of the night that Josie found himself alone in a very strange place. He looked around the room. The furnishings were exquisite, and the comfort they offered undeniable. This was obvious even from where he stood upon the flawless carpet at room’s center. Though the décor was unfamiliar, Josie knew he was at home. He felt pain here, a deep and nagging pain. But it was a familiar pain, a safe pain, a thing he could no longer remember having lived without. Yet there was something strange about this place. Looking closer he saw there were no windows! He looked again and realized no other rooms connected to this small cubical and only one very solid looking door stood between him and the outside! Claustrophobia, just a little at first but soon the sensation grew. In a moment he felt strangled by it. Quickly Josie walked to the door and reached for the handle. Ever so slowly he turned, it was not locked. For only a moment did he hesitate, then, with one powerful thrust, Josie flung the barrier open and stared in a deep state of shock. Bars, the way was blocked with steel bars! He was trapped! Josie threw himself against the blockade of this gilded cage and, with face pressed firmly against the steel, looked with crazy eyes to the world beyond. What he saw took his breath away. 
 
 

It was a great meadow, an unbelievable meadow of unprecedented power and beauty. The chatter of birdsong hit him in an onrush of twittering and he noted spectacular skill as they darted this way and that. Vast groves of purple and yellow flowers moved with a gentle breeze that blew silently across the land as a thousand honeybees worked busily over them. Clear water babbled over smooth rocks as a wide creek passed gently through the meadow’s center. Josie could see that this place rested in a wide valley. He looked to the rolling hills beyond and saw they were carpeted with a seemingly solid wall of forest that surrounded the meadow almost entirely. Looking to the sky Josie observed a few small and hazy clouds that lumbered lazily in the distance as one magnificent hawk soared high above. The sun was bright and the day good. There was something magical at work beyond those steel bars. Josie could feel it. The fulfillment that awaited him there, he knew, was beyond the limits of his comprehension. 
 
 

It called to him, and his need of it was complete. So complete in fact that Josie began to shake the bars violently. The effort gained nothing. Again he threw himself against these constraints, pushed his face to the steel, and reached beyond to shake both fists angrily at the sky. “Why am I in here?” he yelled to the wind, “Let me out,” and again, “Let me out!” and still louder, “Somebody please, let me out!” Josie pounded his fists, he stomped his feet, he screamed, he yelled, he ran across the room then turned to again throw himself at the bars. He must escape. Josie’s rage escalated and he attacked the steel with the viciousness of a rabid animal. Like a wild man he screamed, he kicked, he pounded and groped against the gate but for all his effort it would not move. Finally, weakened with exhaustion, Josie slumped to the floor and began to cry.
 
 

When this was done a sort of calm settled and, in his weakened state, a moment of clarity befell. Josie looked inside himself and saw the truth. And that truth, strange as it seemed, was that he did not wish to go out. He was afraid. No, more than that, Josie was terrified. For that which lay beyond the gate truly was beyond comprehension, and that which was beyond comprehension was also beyond the comfort of that which is familiar. It was the unknown, and with it came a kind of fear Josie simply could not breach. In a moment of bitter surrender the middle-aged car salesman got to his feet and, with eyes aimed only at the floor, walked to the safety of the familiar and dropped into the softness of one padded sofa. Instantly the pain returned. But it was a dull pain; a familiar pain, and he knew it well. The birdsong was gone and in its place an eerie silence settled. Josie let his chin fall against his chest and closed his eyes.
 
 

It was then that a gentle voice came from somewhere beyond the gate and although he could not place it, the tone seemed vaguely familiar, if not soothing. Josie lifted his head to listen.

“It’s okay Josie, You may remain inside the little prison you’ve built of fear for the rest of your life if you so choose. For like any other you have freedom of will. I am no puppet master who would see you dance at the end of a string. I am no slave keeper and would never insist you venture to a place you don’t wish to go. But your heart calls to more, doesn’t it my friend? It’s been said that there is a greater calling for every person, yet the free will that is God’s gift grants that anyone may choose not to follow that calling if he so wishes. The choice, my friend, is yours. For it is true that many have chosen to follow their fears rather than their heart. You would not be the first. But if you ever decide to follow the small voice inside, the place from which I call, then know that I will stay with you for the entire journey. And although the road may become bumpy at times, as life often does, as we travel together you will come to know and love your true self such as never before. And I won’t leave you; for is it not my job to be your guide in this life?”
 
 

Josie arose from the sofa and walked to the doorway. He wished to see the man who had spoken these words, words he would never forget. Josie wrapped both hands loosely around the steel and again pushed his face to the bars. There was no one, as he’d known it would be. Only the meadow remained,  at least the sound of birds was back. Josie stared ahead at the startling beauty and the image began to change, as did the sound. Colors swirled and ran together until finally fading into one solid wall of darkly stained wood shrouded in deep shadows. He listened then to the sound of a windless rain that fell gently upon the tin roof. Josie turned to see his wife still sleeping soundly under the patchwork quilt. He was awake now and, as it would for a long time, the dream still haunted him.
 
 

Josie sat up and reached for his pants, then thought better of it. After another moment’s thought he got to his feet and, still naked, left the bedroom then crossed the small living room. He opened the front door. Fresh air ran over his body, but it was only a light summer storm sent up from the south to bathe the mountains in warm tropical freshness. Josie stepped from the door and traversed the three steps that led first to the smooth concrete walkway, then to the pine needle carpet beyond. He was not cold. The rain bounced off his shoulders to trickle along his body while Josie listened to the soothing sound of drops as they hit the earth and trees. Once near the shoreline, he dropped to sit upon the dirt and lean against an oak tree. The ancient oak pressing against his back brought the familiarity of an old friend. Absently, he reached behind to stroke the thing as though it were a family pet.
 
 

Josie looked across the calm black waters of Misty Lake. The far shore was a silhouette of trees against a dark, yet tranquil canopy of clouds. To the east he could see the beginning of dawn’s light. The oak branches held a million tiny leaves that let large drops fall upon his naked body as he watched gentle rain spatter across the water. Josie thought of the dream of the meadow. It had been so beautiful, so alluring, it had taken his pain away. But now, as he looked across the small lake, Josie thought he saw something akin to the great meadow right here, right now. A thought occurred and Josie looked inside himself to find his pain gone! It had been replaced by only a sense of relaxed ease. He thought some more and realized that, as usual, it had been like this since their arrival in the mountains. He wished again that they would never go home. But one could not realistically spend his entire life on vacation, or could he? Would he return to the city, of course he would, responsibility demanded it. 
 
 

The rain had lessened to a drizzle and the sky was beginning to clear as early sunshine slowly overtook it.  Josie’s mind wandered back to the dream. What of the voice? Was it true? Did he create his own prison? But then, it was only a dream, or was it? Josie had never been one to remember his dreams. They came to him seldom and were usually vague and obscure if not just plain weird. But this was so real, so startling, and so filled with truth, wasn’t it? But it was only a dream after all.

It was full light by the time Josie returned to the house. He went first to the bathroom to dry with a towel before returning to bed. Mariah had not stirred. Josie slept soundly until 10am. Vacation time passed, and the couple went home.
 
 
 
 

 
It was the spring of 1994 and the road lay ahead. With stress clawing at my mind and knees locked tight against the gas tank I set out for places unknown—and a few that had become familiar as well. Again terror accompanied my ride out of town; for this time I’d be gone an entire year. Although again money ran dangerously low at times, the journey was successful. So, in the spring of 1995, I returned to San Diego to sell the trailer and liquidate everything I owned save that which fit aboard the motorcycle. Then, with a pocket full of money and life that was now a completely clean slate, I road north for Oregon.
 
 

At the time of this writing (2014) that’s been 20 years ago. During this time I’ve yet to stay  in any one place for longer than two months. I’ve traveled the whole of the U.S., Canada, and Mexico too. But the evolution of this passion for long range motorcycling travel into a comfortable, workable, way of life did not always come easy. Besides my sanity still being in question, there were a few other serious problems that would have forced me back home.  So many have been driven home after only six months or a year by these issues, but almost no one listens when I speak of them.  I had learned solutions to them. If you’re interested, I have another story called “Titties, Travel and Time,—Methods of the Drifter”, which covers these obstacles in pretty bright detail. 
 
 
 
During my second year out, it helped very much when I ran into a guy named Panhead Billy. Here was a cat who’d been on the road for years but never questioned his own sanity. For him this road life was perfectly normal. I also learned a few things from Billy that are still an integral part of my daily road life today. Some of my dealings with him are incorporated into the story “Titties Travel and Time”.

Some of us talk of trusting in God, but what we really trust is money. I know, for it can be incredibly hard to truly trust something that one cannot hold in the palm of his hand. But what if one’s passion calls him to a place where money will be uncertain? Can he really trust? Is it actually possible? Well, for 20 years now I have been living by this philosophy alone and, although things have become hard at times, as any life sometimes does, I have NEVER gone without and, as the many stories I’ve written over the years clearly depict, those things that I need (parts for old motorcycles, equipment, money, and the like) have ALWAYS appeared when needed. In fact, in recent years I’ve enjoyed the luxury of more spending money than ever before (keep your fingers crossed). It would seem that there is at least some security in this.
 
 

It has been said, “Do what you truly love to do because you truly love to do it and the money will come.” Can this idea really work? Well, at least in my case anyway, so it would seem.

Scooter Tramp Scotty
 
Editors Note:You can read many more stories by Scooter Tramp Scotty right here on Bikernet, in the special section called “Real-Life Gypsy Tales with Scooter Tramp Scotty“.
 
 
 
 
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McQuiston’s Custom Motorcycles in the LB Ghetto

Ryan McQuiston was raised by a single mom who worked nights. He grew up on the streets of Long Beach trying to survive. You know the drill. As he skated home from school, she packed her shit and peeled into the neon night. He had the streets of Long Beach to himself until 3:00 a.m.

During his high school years, he attended Wilson High (my alma mater), then Pollytechnic on the wrong side of town (my dad went there) and ultimately Reed Continuation School to grab his GED and hit the door. At 17, he scored his first bike, a 175 cc Yamaha and started to tinker.

He lived in garages for four years, but ultimately his first job was forced, when the court sent him to the conservation corps by the Colorado Lagoon where he busted his ass. “It was my first real job and I learned a lot,” Ryan said. He escaped to Seal Beach to dodge the Long Beach ghetto, then at 19 ducked out of the state to Colorado to snowboard and ultimately taught snowboarding. But motorcycles were already under his skin.

He became a general contractor, building out at malls until the economy crashed, along with his job. His truck was stolen and he was on the streets once more. He sold his 10-foot Iron Cross long (surf) board and started tinkering with motorcycles full time.

Here’s where that business platform fits in, maybe. He ran into Manual Muller, the promoter behind Ink and Iron events at the Queen Mary. Manual wanted to build a bobber and rolled over to his garage with a ’69 BSA Thunderbolt and started to cut, chop, and weld.

Ryan watched him struggle with the build and helped all he could. He started to teach himself the best practices when it came to welding, machining, and assembly.

When he sold his long board, he bought a basket ’69 Sportster on Craig’s List. He went through his engine and built a running motorcycle by asking questions, but without a manual.

He started to build Triumphs just the way he wanted to build them, and then sold them on Craig’s List. With each build, he learned something more, and developed more resources and contacts. He started to add hardtails to frames, then bobbed sheet metal, and ultimately started painting.

He moved into an abandoned 21,000 square foot WSS shoe store and could do burnouts on the polished concrete floor. He thought he had the bike biz by the tail, selling used bikes and building bobbers. His confidence level began to peak.

He moved into a smaller slick facility near downtown on a corner with picture windows, bike displays and three times the rent. The city ran him out and the economy tanked. He was forced to get a grip. “It’s not so much where you are, but how you feel when you’re here,” Ryan said of his shop on a narrow street on the west side of Long Beach.

He lives in his current shop and works constantly. “I get depressed when I’m not building something,” Ryan said. He’s been raided three times by Hazmat, Long Beach code enforcement, and the cops.

He doesn’t sell parts. He doesn’t like to build bikes for paying customers, but I’m sure he can be coerced. His mantra is to build bikes for himself, and then sell them. He’s like a painter who only paints the paintings he loves, and then he sells them and moves on to his next creative adventure.

Regarding service, if you show up on your bike and need something, Ryan will help you accomplish anything, from an oil change to stretching your frame. We recently featured a XS650 built by a customer/helper, Ralph Garcia, who didn’t know the first thing about building custom motorcycles, and didn’t have any small bags of gold. He just showed up and Ryan helped him make his motorcycle dream come true.

He does this on a regular basis, and the McQuiston team continues to expand. He shares the shop and all the work with the lovely Oginee, who is a mechanic. Ralph sticks around to learn and help with any project, and is now a full-time team member. Then he hooked up with Pat Leahy, a long time Harley wrench who brings tremendous knowledge and work ethics into the constantly growing shop.

“I have no special talent. I’m just passionately curious”—Albert Einstein, one of Ryan’s favorite quotes.

Just recently, a tall, good-looking drink of water stumbled into the shop and showed her artistic portfolio. Jessica has a masters in art from Cal State Fullerton. She immediately became part of the McQuiston team, learning sheet-metal paint preparation and incorporating fine art illustration with traditional metal flake paint schemes. She is hoping to build her first motorcycle under the McQuiston tutelage.

Ryan enjoys making custom parts, like bars, pipes, and modifying frames. He’s a sponge for motorcycle knowledge and loves to build choppers. “But bobbers are the craze right now, and all I see are Sportsters,” Ryan said. “I suppose I’ll build myself a Knuck chopper.”

Ryan lives to build and help others build their dream bikes. It’s not about money. It’s way more about creative expression, the joy of accomplishment, and ducking the man.

–Bandit

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Thunder By the Bay – Sarasota Florida

 
 
 
This year’s 17th Annual “Thunder By The Bay” Motorcycle Festival promises to once again be one Sarasota’s premier events kicking off the new year.
 
And the people came…. 

 

This year’s festival begins with a new sporting clay tournament on Thursday. Then on Friday a “Born To Be Wild” kickoff party featuring specialty whiskey, wine, craft beer, and cigar tastings will be held at The Francis ballroom downtown. On Saturday and Sunday, Main Street in downtown Sarasota is where you want to be for a downtown festival featuring live entertainment, lots of vendors, two bike shows, special guests, and a special Cruise For Cash motorcycle ride on Sunday morning offering $4,000 in cash prizes.
 
The Bands played….

 

 
Our thanks to the City of Sarasota, all of our generous sponsors, our volunteers, and to the many area motorcycle organizations for their continued help and support. Last year’s Festival generated an economic impact of $7.4 Million and 5,400 room nights. Thunder By The Bay recent won First Place in the Herald-Tribune’s Readers’ Choice poll as the best local fundraising event and was a finalist as one of the area’s best events in “Best of SRQ Local”.
 
The motorcycles sat patiently…. 
 
 
All net proceeds raised during Thunder By The Bay benefits Suncoast Charities for Children which provides support for special needs children, teens, adults and their families in the Sarasota area. This year promises to be bigger and better than ever, so ride safe and enjoy everything our Festival has to offer!
 
And everyone had a great time! 

 

Events:
Sporting Clays Tournament
Food Truck Round-Up
Enjoy Live Music By Shotgun Justice
“Born to Be Wild” Kickoff Party
Harley-Davidson Dealer Day
“Downtown Festival”
“Light Up The Night” Bike Show
Finz Finds “Cruise for Cash” Charity Ride
BLESSING OF THE BIKES
“Downtown Festival”
16 Class Bike Show
 
Bands: Full Circle, Category Three, Rockit Fly, Stormbringer, Friss, Great White, Dyersburg, and Lazy Bonez.
 
(Text borrowed from Thunder by the Bay website.)
 
 
 
 
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