Girls Of Bikernet Hawaiian Style
By Robin Technologies |
When I came up with the idea to start my own magazine two years ago, it was out of pure selfishness and a desire to make a contribution to my community. You see, with the exception of The Horse, Bikernet, and the occasional issue of Easyriders (really… I only get it for the articles!), no one was writing anything worth a damn. In fact, everything out there seemed to be the same old tripe about what the major motorcycle companies were putting out about their new products. Nowhere could I find anything about the local (Hawiian) riding conditions, or the local rider’s experiences, or even pictures of the bikes and babes in my tiny island world. The fact is that there was just nothing being published, other than Bikernet.com, that truly interested me, so I decided to go out on my own.
Well, it’s been two years now and my little experiment called “Hawaiian Chopper” has turned into something that many people tell me they look forward to every two months. I’m not sure why people like it so much, but my hope is that it’s for the stories about the local biker scene… local event coverage… the local rider’s experience… and of course, the occasional island beauty that has offered herself as a diversion for the eyes, and a reminder of why we live in paradise in the first place.
As an added bonus over these past two years I have also been fortunate to acquaint myself with some of the industries preeminent builders and personalities. People like Russell Mitchell, Billy Lane, Chica, Mitch Bergeron, Cole Foster, Harold Pontarelli, Scott Long, Matt Hotch, Bandit and Hugh King, amongst a host of others… Then there has been the occasional brush with greatness that has availed itself by allowing me to spend time with legends such as Mondo and Sugar Bear have made the ride that much more pleasant. I even received encouragement from Indian Larry before his untimely passing.
Of course, fostering close friendships with the likes of Jose De Miguel, the boys at Count’s Kustoms, and Johnny Vasko has been the blessing I never expected. Johnny was the first national figure to be featured on the cover of Hawaiian Chopper, and exactly one year later; he adorns the 12th issue with a memorial to my friend. The experience of losing someone so respected and loved makes being a journalist difficult…
Since starting Hawaii’s only motorcycle magazine I’ve been given the opportunity to put on some cool motorcycle events too. The success of events like the Las Vegas Winter Rally, Great Hawaiian Biker Build-Off, and the upcoming Paradise Bikefest & Bike Build-Off (July 2nd) featuring two of Hawaii’s best motorcycle craftsmen (Noah O’Geen and Nui Kauhane), and appearances by Harold Pontarelli, Sugar Bear, Big Schwag, Jose De Miguel, Big Mike, Shannon Aikau, and a host of others, are testaments to the support and encouragement from Hawaii’s biker community, as well as support at the industries core.
Companies like BMC Choppers, Avon Tyres, Bikernet, and others have given me a sense of security and promise. I am grateful for the opportunity to do good things for my fellow riders.
Having said all that, probably the best parts of managing Hawaiian Chopper Magazine are the photo shoots with some of Hawaii’s hottest women. As you look over some of the shots that Bandit has been so kind to share with you, you will understand why I work so hard to put out a publication that barely pays for itself. I hope you enjoy these photos as much as I have…
For more info on the Paradise Bikefest, check out www.paradisebikefest.com. To subscribe to Hawaiian Chopper, contact me at alohasports@hawaii.rr.com.
Mahalo Nui Loa (Thank you very much).
Aloha,
Steve
Editor-in-Chief
Hawaiian Chopper
PARADISE BIKEFEST &BIKE BUILD-OFF AT KAPIOLANI COMMUNITY– Honolulu, Hawaii July 2nd, 2006– Over this year's Independence Day weekend, Honolulu will be host to the 50th State's largest motorcycle rally, and we at Hawaiian Chopper Magazine, BMC Choppers, Pasha Hawaii, Pacific Rim Cycle, South Seas Harley-Davidson, Woody's Hotdogs, Avon Tyres, and our other fine sponsors would like to invite you to get in on the festivities.
Beginning with Hawaiian Chopper's 2nd birthday party on Friday, June 30th, at Honolulu's Hard Rock Cafe motorcycle enthusiasts and fans of Discovery Channel's “Great Biker Build- Off” series will join Discovery Channel Biker Build-Off Champion Harold Pontarelli, Internationally celebrated motorcycle builders, Big Mike of BMC Choppers, Shannon Aikau of Count's Kustoms, Jose De Miguel of Caribbean Custom Cycles, and the legendary Sugar Bear.
I am particularly pleased to announce the addition of the wildly popular Big Schwag of Discovery Channel's Monster Garage series.
The Hawaiian Chopper birthday party will be open to the general public, and partygoers will be treated to musical entertainment, great food & beverage specials, prize giveaways, and plenty of aloha making this “The Party” to be at over the holiday weekend.
Continuing the festivities on Sunday, July 2nd, Kapiolani Community College (KCC) will be transformed from an institution of higher learning, to a haven for motorcycle enthusiasts, and fans of the genre.
Once at KCC, riders will be required to pay an entry fee of $15.00 ($10.00 advance). Spectators and participants will be treated to a spectacle larger than December 2005's “Great Hawaiian Biker Build-Off”. Along with some of the top motorcycle builders and their bikes made famous on television and numerous motorcycle magazines, visitors to this year's event will actively engage in the festivities by voting on the build-off bikes from Oahu's own Nui Kauhane of Grumpy's Customs and Noah O'Geen of Maui's Hot Rod Alley.
These two builders have six weeks to build their versions of the Hawaii's coolest bike. Kauhane's reputation as one of the top builders of the “Local Boy” style will be on the line when he takes on O'Geen.
A bikini contest featuring some of Hawaii's hottest women will be held on the main stage. Cash prizes will be given to the top three women chosen by a pre-selected panel of judges. Instructions for registration in the competition will be conducted at Panama Hatties in Pearl City on Thursday, June 29th (8-10pm).
On behalf of Hawaiian Chopper magazine and Ten Toes Enterprises, allow me to welcome you to Hawaii's greatest motorcycle event. This year's rally is sure to be the highlight of the Independence Day weekend.
Mahalo nui loa
–Steve Kalnasy
808-780-2998
Chris Kallas Art Seminar
By Robin Technologies |
Chris started riding early on. He’s been painting as a pro for three decades and we’ve worked with Chris for the last three years. His art added spark to several magazines including Easyriders and Hot Bike, but we wanted to know what inspired him, since his lasted assignment involved women and motorcycles.
Chris was assigned to draw logos for our Bonneville Bikes and the team and he stepped up right up to bat with our 45 flathead logo going both directions.
”We didn’t ask him to draw a girl on that one,” Renegade said during an editorial meeting. I noted the hint of jealousy in his constantly irritated tone. We discussed assigning Snake to enroll in a Chris Kallas Art Seminar and spy on him. Then he turned in the Chop N Grind Art and we were convinced to research his inspirations for the shapely broads in his illustrations.
”The subject for my next seminar is going to be your Salt Shaker art,” Chris told me over the phone.
Snake attempted to enroll, but Chris told him it was sold out. Snake snuck over the night before, crawled up on his garage roof and set up to spy into the artist’s studio the next morning. We anxiously awaited his report. Snake hooked up his laptop and digital camera and immediately sent us shots of the seminar attendees.
We were blown away by the shots slipping into the headquarters. I couldn’t imagine what Chris had in mind for the Salt Shaker Art. Then the first image popped outta an e-mail.
We couldn’t run a topless girl on the tank, but my mind whirled. She could show up in Bandit’s Cantina anytime.
Snake about fell off the shake garage roof when these three girls arrived and the action heated up. What the hell kinda seminar was this? Chris was getting’ all the motivation and drew like a madman.
Phew! We were relieved to receive this one at the headquarters. That’s more like it, but the inspiration banged off the walls at the Kallas Art Studio.
”This ain’t a seminar,” Snake shouted into his cell phone. “This is a goddamn model fest.” We couldn’t wait to see what happened next as the staff huddled around the computer.
The crew started critiquing every version. “I don’t like her hair,” Black Market John said.
”What about that dinky 5-Ball,” Wilburn Roach pointed out. I wanted to see the next model arrive.
Something about her lips were inspiring to the entire staff. They all stopped in their tracks and drooled.
”What the hell?” Snake said, and we saw where Chris picked up his nipple details.
”Somethin’s up,” Snake shouted into the cell phone. “Maybe I’m busted. The girls split and now he’s drawing a motorcycle.”
”It’s his wife,” Snake said panting, “she’s home.” Fuck, we thought the gig was up. “Wait,” Snake said. “She just picked up some shit and left.”
No sooner did Mrs. Kallas depart but more models arrived and the inspired fires burned bright. The colors of his drawing took on new depth and spark.
Snake shut up as Chris got up from his desk and came outside. He looked around and wandered dangerously close to his garage. Snake shit bricks as he entered the beneath him.
A minute later another model arrived and followed Chris to the garage and the action started up all over again.
He returned to his drawing table and continued to manipulate the art. He changed their hair, their waists, their lips, nipples, earrings and of course the 5-Balls.
Every time more models arrived his illustrations improved. Yeah, wonder why?
We haven’t seen Snake since his report ended with the final illustration and a celebratory drink from the last model.
Rumor has it Snake cleans paint brushes for Chris, polishes his early Shovelhead and answers the phone. I don’t blame him. You’ll see more Kallas art in the near future.
Chris Kallas Art Seminar
By Robin Technologies |
Chris started riding early on. He’s been painting as a pro for three decades and we’ve worked with Chris for the last three years. His art added spark to several magazines including Easyriders and Hot Bike, but we wanted to know what inspired him, since his lasted assignment involved women and motorcycles.
Chris was assigned to draw logos for our Bonneville Bikes and the team and he stepped up right up to bat with our 45 flathead logo going both directions.
”We didn’t ask him to draw a girl on that one,” Renegade said during an editorial meeting. I noted the hint of jealousy in his constantly irritated tone. We discussed assigning Snake to enroll in a Chris Kallas Art Seminar and spy on him. Then he turned in the Chop N Grind Art and we were convinced to research his inspirations for the shapely broads in his illustrations.
”The subject for my next seminar is going to be your Salt Shaker art,” Chris told me over the phone.
Snake attempted to enroll, but Chris told him it was sold out. Snake snuck over the night before, crawled up on his garage roof and set up to spy into the artist’s studio the next morning. We anxiously awaited his report. Snake hooked up his laptop and digital camera and immediately sent us shots of the seminar attendees.
We were blown away by the shots slipping into the headquarters. I couldn’t imagine what Chris had in mind for the Salt Shaker Art. Then the first image popped outta an e-mail.
We couldn’t run a topless girl on the tank, but my mind whirled. She could show up in Bandit’s Cantina anytime.
Snake about fell off the shake garage roof when these three girls arrived and the action heated up. What the hell kinda seminar was this? Chris was getting’ all the motivation and drew like a madman.
Phew! We were relieved to receive this one at the headquarters. That’s more like it, but the inspiration banged off the walls at the Kallas Art Studio.
”This ain’t a seminar,” Snake shouted into his cell phone. “This is a goddamn model fest.” We couldn’t wait to see what happened next as the staff huddled around the computer.
The crew started critiquing every version. “I don’t like her hair,” Black Market John said.
”What about that dinky 5-Ball,” Wilburn Roach pointed out. I wanted to see the next model arrive.
Something about her lips were inspiring to the entire staff. They all stopped in their tracks and drooled.
”What the hell?” Snake said, and we saw where Chris picked up his nipple details.
”Somethin’s up,” Snake shouted into the cell phone. “Maybe I’m busted. The girls split and now he’s drawing a motorcycle.”
”It’s his wife,” Snake said panting, “she’s home.” Fuck, we thought the gig was up. “Wait,” Snake said. “She just picked up some shit and left.”
No sooner did Mrs. Kallas depart but more models arrived and the inspired fires burned bright. The colors of his drawing took on new depth and spark.
Snake shut up as Chris got up from his desk and came outside. He looked around and wandered dangerously close to his garage. Snake shit bricks as he entered the beneath him.
A minute later another model arrived and followed Chris to the garage and the action started up all over again.
He returned to his drawing table and continued to manipulate the art. He changed their hair, their waists, their lips, nipples, earrings and of course the 5-Balls.
Every time more models arrived his illustrations improved. Yeah, wonder why?
We haven’t seen Snake since his report ended with the final illustration and a celebratory drink from the last model.
Rumor has it Snake cleans paint brushes for Chris, polishes his early Shovelhead and answers the phone. I don’t blame him. You’ll see more Kallas art in the near future.
Texas Custom And The Cowgirl
By Robin Technologies |
It is only 10 o’clock in the morning!!! All I heard as I answered the phone was “Does the Girls of Bikernet mean anything to you?” Why yes I am a contributor to that fine Internet publication, I managed to choke out.
DAMN Telemarketers, I have got to enroll in that “Do Not Call” list! Who the hell is up at the ungodly hour anyway? I do admit that comment got me pondering my current options; OK, so I was supposed to send something back in February. But come on, the big guy shot down my first lady, the bike was always on-line, as the Devil is always ready & willing! So what to do next?
Sure I had recently taken a job drinking Patron tequila and groping beautiful women (see gentlemen’s club manager), but those hotties are worse then feral cats when I walk in the room… but wait, a tall, sexy woman is still hanging at her locker. Hi there, I’m a “professional photographer” want to let me take your picture? Once they flushed the mace from my eyes I was back on her track, I mean come on, she’s got this Cowgirl thing going on!
Since it seemed that my keen wit and charm were not working, I went for plan B! Hi there, let me buy you a drink… once she came to, it was too late. I had hauled this lovely lady off to the devil’s workshop otherwise known as Lucky Devil Metal Works in Houston, Texas. Still I got lip (took the mace away), “If you wanted to see me naked you just had to hang out in the DJ booth while I was getting ready” she spouted!
Yeah, yea, yea, look I just want you to come in the other room and sit on something. (Note for future, this girl has a hell of a quick right cross, oh yea and duck!) Once I finally got her to gaze upon this fine ride she was more then ready.
You see the bike before you was built by Lucky Devil Metal Works in Houston, Texas as the official entry for the Lone Star Biker Bash held back in September of ‘04. Kent and LDMW were one of 18 builders throughout the nation chosen to compete in the Big Texas Build Off. Rules were the bike had to be original, never before seen, and oh yeah, it had to be finished in six weeks from acceptance of the challenge. Sure this might seem easy when compared to some of these 10-day deals you see on TV, however when you have multiple customers’ bikes being transformed and a deadline as well, the trick becomes when do you build it?
Once the decision to compete was made, the devil, aka Kent Weeks began to form a plan. While Kent hails originally form the Bay Area, the bike would be built in honor of his new home and the Texas Fireball began to take shape. The frame is custom built by the Devil himself, notice the Texas stretch on the custom front tube with Texas shape water jetted into it. The rake for the Texas Fireball is a whopping 51 degrees! Yep that’s what I said, 45 degrees in the frame and six more in the trees for that extra touch and light handling. The RST trees are matched up to 16-inch over CCI tubes, with custom sliders from Maximum Metal Works with a single side mount Lucky Devil Fender. And she handles the wicked Houston streets like a dream!
The powertrain for this beast comes from a slightly molested and polished 96-inch S&S motor connected to an RSD 6-Speed trans from Primo with a BDL 3-inch open belt drive with the oil filter mount. All of this goes rolling about town on EGO Tripp wheels and Avon rubber with a 21×90/90 up front and 250X40/r18 in the rear. PM 4-piston calipers handle the stopping duties, while PM master cylinders work with the custom built Lucky Devil foot controls.
The Texas theme is repeated throughout the bike from the grips and pegs, to the Texas shaped foot controls. Hey Devil, where did you get that idea? The theme is then continued in the sprocket, as well as the one-off brake rotors, that were hand polished by our friend Bradley Da Polisher whom we lost in 2004. And if that were not enough Texas, for you then gaze upon, the Six Gun Shifter and Texas saddle.
You really have to sit back gaze upon this bike a time or two to take in all the little extras. Like the internal throttle is routed through the custom built LDMW bars and frame exiting out the bottom of the solid mounted fuel tank, the stainless steel front brake line, custom motor mount, custom Lucky Devil wheel spacers or the solid mounted license plate bracket and taillight make this is one very clean machine.
The only item that concerned me during this bike’s transformation was the Devil’s color choice. It’s gonna be bass boat red metalflake! WTF! But as you can see it was the perfect choice, and boy howdy does she sparkle in the afternoon light!
Now some of you may be reading this and checking out the images accompanying it and saying, “Hey these are not the same pictures, something’s different!” OK, you caught me, these pictures were not all shot at the same time, you see the bike itself was photographed for a publication last year.
It was during a brief, but dark and tumultuous few months in this publication’s history, when anarchy and debauchery roamed the corridors and some Senior Editor heathen allowed women to once again be viewed in conjunction with fine rides. Unfortunately the heathen placed these photos in the wrong folder or was using them as a coaster for his Jack Daniels; nonetheless they were lost to the masses until now!
Thanks to the lovely Marisa, who still wants to do some more shoots with the Texas Fireball, so keep an eye out for a possible part two? I attempted to purchase this machine soon after its completion, but the devil was not interested in my convenient monthly payment plan. And his offer was no better; I’m keeping my soul!
Till next time,
–RFR
The Devil's Spec Sheet
Owner: Lucky Devil
City/State: Houston Texas
Builder: Kent Weeks / Lucky Devil
company contact info:
Fabrication: Lucky Devil
Manufacturing:Mr.Devil, Spanky, Hunt&Hunt, Brent's grinding
Welding: Lucky Devil
Machining: Lucky Devil / Mike Stegmire
Engine
Year: 04
Make: S&S
Model: Supper Stock
Displacement: 96″
Builder or Rebuilder: S&S and molested my a local speed freak
Cases: S&S
Case finish: Polished
Carburetion: S&S shorty
Transmission
Year: 04
Make:Primo
Gear configuration: 6 Speed
Final drive: right side
Primary: BDL 3″ open Belt
Clutch: Hydro Foot clutch
Frame
Year:04
Make: Lucky Devil
Style or Model: Texas Firball
Stretch: Texas size
Rake: 45
Modifications: Texas inlays on the single down tube and manually machined and polished finial tips on the frame
Front End
Make: RST 6 degree trees, CCI supplied the tubes and maximum metal works made the custom sliders
Model: Fireball
Year:04
Length:16 over
Mods: single side front fender mount
Sheet metal
Tanks: Lucky Devil / Road hard
Fenders: lucky Devil / Road Hard
Oil tank: CCI
Other: Lucky Devil single side front fender mount
Paint
Sheet metal: custom fireball red bass boat metal flake
Molding: Mike @ Lucky Devil
Base coat: Mike / Jessie
Graphics: Jessie Calvan
Frame: same as skins
Molding: Mike Landburg
Base coat: Mike / Jessie
Graphics or art: True flames on front rocker box
Wheels
Front
Make: Ego Trip
Size: 21
Brake calipers: Performance machine
Brake rotor(s): Lucky Devil Texas rotrs
Tire: Avon
Rear
Make: Ego trip
Size: 18
Brake calipers: P.M.
Brake rotor: LD Texas rotor
Pulley: L.D. Texas rotor
Tire:Avon 250
Controls
Foot controls: Lucky Devil
Finish: Chrome
Master cylinder: P>M>
Brake lines: braided stainless
Handlebar controls: Lucky Devil / P.M. / Pat kennedy
Finish: Chrome and polished
Clutch Cable: Hydro foot clutch
Electrical
Ignition: Dyna 2000i
Ignition switch: I'll never tell
Coils: Dyna mini coil
Regulator: Spike
Charging: Spike
Wiring: Mr Devil
Harness: internal
Headlight: CCI 4.5
Taillight: Ness/ Lucky Devil Plate mount
Accessory lights: ????
Electrical accessories: No
Switches: ? what switches
Battery: Oddysey
What's Left
Seat: Lucky Devil / Joe Noack
Pipes: Lucky Devil
Mufflers: ? Naw
Exhaust finish: Chrome
Gas caps: Pop up
Handlebars: Lucky Devil
Grips: L.D. Texas
Pegs: L.D. Texas
Oil filter: yea it's Chrome
Oil cooler: where?
Oil lines: chromite
Fuel filter: ?
Fuel Lines: Clear
Throttle: Pat Kennedy internal
Throttle cables: Barnett
Fasteners: Chrome Gardner/Wescott
Specialty items: 45 pistol grip shifter
Comments:building this bike was made possible with help from several vendors, Friends, and locals who celebrated and offered support at our kick off party ( polish your pipes & Bosshamer's BBQ ). and lets not forget all the sweet Girls who roasted in the Hot Texas sun to wash our bikes, especially Cheryl, My sweet Mrs. Devil and kids who were all kind enough to put up with my shit and support me through some very long days and nights at the shop.
Thanks to Ronnie at Stage plan we were able to set up in style with our new Gas station display. and as a friend once told me, all I can say is thanks for letting me stand on all of your shoulders! I also want to give a special thanks to Bradley “Da Polisher” ( and the guys at Hands off polishing ) for all the fine polishing on this scoot, Rest in Peace Brother !
Texas Custom And The Cowgirl
By Robin Technologies |
It is only 10 o’clock in the morning!!! All I heard as I answered the phone was “Does the Girls of Bikernet mean anything to you?” Why yes I am a contributor to that fine Internet publication, I managed to choke out.
DAMN Telemarketers, I have got to enroll in that “Do Not Call” list! Who the hell is up at the ungodly hour anyway? I do admit that comment got me pondering my current options; OK, so I was supposed to send something back in February. But come on, the big guy shot down my first lady, the bike was always on-line, as the Devil is always ready & willing! So what to do next?
Sure I had recently taken a job drinking Patron tequila and groping beautiful women (see gentlemen’s club manager), but those hotties are worse then feral cats when I walk in the room… but wait, a tall, sexy woman is still hanging at her locker. Hi there, I’m a “professional photographer” want to let me take your picture? Once they flushed the mace from my eyes I was back on her track, I mean come on, she’s got this Cowgirl thing going on!
Since it seemed that my keen wit and charm were not working, I went for plan B! Hi there, let me buy you a drink… once she came to, it was too late. I had hauled this lovely lady off to the devil’s workshop otherwise known as Lucky Devil Metal Works in Houston, Texas. Still I got lip (took the mace away), “If you wanted to see me naked you just had to hang out in the DJ booth while I was getting ready” she spouted!
Yeah, yea, yea, look I just want you to come in the other room and sit on something. (Note for future, this girl has a hell of a quick right cross, oh yea and duck!) Once I finally got her to gaze upon this fine ride she was more then ready.
You see the bike before you was built by Lucky Devil Metal Works in Houston, Texas as the official entry for the Lone Star Biker Bash held back in September of ‘04. Kent and LDMW were one of 18 builders throughout the nation chosen to compete in the Big Texas Build Off. Rules were the bike had to be original, never before seen, and oh yeah, it had to be finished in six weeks from acceptance of the challenge. Sure this might seem easy when compared to some of these 10-day deals you see on TV, however when you have multiple customers’ bikes being transformed and a deadline as well, the trick becomes when do you build it?
Once the decision to compete was made, the devil, aka Kent Weeks began to form a plan. While Kent hails originally form the Bay Area, the bike would be built in honor of his new home and the Texas Fireball began to take shape. The frame is custom built by the Devil himself, notice the Texas stretch on the custom front tube with Texas shape water jetted into it. The rake for the Texas Fireball is a whopping 51 degrees! Yep that’s what I said, 45 degrees in the frame and six more in the trees for that extra touch and light handling. The RST trees are matched up to 16-inch over CCI tubes, with custom sliders from Maximum Metal Works with a single side mount Lucky Devil Fender. And she handles the wicked Houston streets like a dream!
The powertrain for this beast comes from a slightly molested and polished 96-inch S&S motor connected to an RSD 6-Speed trans from Primo with a BDL 3-inch open belt drive with the oil filter mount. All of this goes rolling about town on EGO Tripp wheels and Avon rubber with a 21×90/90 up front and 250X40/r18 in the rear. PM 4-piston calipers handle the stopping duties, while PM master cylinders work with the custom built Lucky Devil foot controls.
The Texas theme is repeated throughout the bike from the grips and pegs, to the Texas shaped foot controls. Hey Devil, where did you get that idea? The theme is then continued in the sprocket, as well as the one-off brake rotors, that were hand polished by our friend Bradley Da Polisher whom we lost in 2004. And if that were not enough Texas, for you then gaze upon, the Six Gun Shifter and Texas saddle.
You really have to sit back gaze upon this bike a time or two to take in all the little extras. Like the internal throttle is routed through the custom built LDMW bars and frame exiting out the bottom of the solid mounted fuel tank, the stainless steel front brake line, custom motor mount, custom Lucky Devil wheel spacers or the solid mounted license plate bracket and taillight make this is one very clean machine.
The only item that concerned me during this bike’s transformation was the Devil’s color choice. It’s gonna be bass boat red metalflake! WTF! But as you can see it was the perfect choice, and boy howdy does she sparkle in the afternoon light!
Now some of you may be reading this and checking out the images accompanying it and saying, “Hey these are not the same pictures, something’s different!” OK, you caught me, these pictures were not all shot at the same time, you see the bike itself was photographed for a publication last year.
It was during a brief, but dark and tumultuous few months in this publication’s history, when anarchy and debauchery roamed the corridors and some Senior Editor heathen allowed women to once again be viewed in conjunction with fine rides. Unfortunately the heathen placed these photos in the wrong folder or was using them as a coaster for his Jack Daniels; nonetheless they were lost to the masses until now!
Thanks to the lovely Marisa, who still wants to do some more shoots with the Texas Fireball, so keep an eye out for a possible part two? I attempted to purchase this machine soon after its completion, but the devil was not interested in my convenient monthly payment plan. And his offer was no better; I’m keeping my soul!
Till next time,
–RFR
The Devil's Spec Sheet
Owner: Lucky Devil
City/State: Houston Texas
Builder: Kent Weeks / Lucky Devil
company contact info:
Fabrication: Lucky Devil
Manufacturing:Mr.Devil, Spanky, Hunt&Hunt, Brent's grinding
Welding: Lucky Devil
Machining: Lucky Devil / Mike Stegmire
Engine
Year: 04
Make: S&S
Model: Supper Stock
Displacement: 96″
Builder or Rebuilder: S&S and molested my a local speed freak
Cases: S&S
Case finish: Polished
Carburetion: S&S shorty
Transmission
Year: 04
Make:Primo
Gear configuration: 6 Speed
Final drive: right side
Primary: BDL 3″ open Belt
Clutch: Hydro Foot clutch
Frame
Year:04
Make: Lucky Devil
Style or Model: Texas Firball
Stretch: Texas size
Rake: 45
Modifications: Texas inlays on the single down tube and manually machined and polished finial tips on the frame
Front End
Make: RST 6 degree trees, CCI supplied the tubes and maximum metal works made the custom sliders
Model: Fireball
Year:04
Length:16 over
Mods: single side front fender mount
Sheet metal
Tanks: Lucky Devil / Road hard
Fenders: lucky Devil / Road Hard
Oil tank: CCI
Other: Lucky Devil single side front fender mount
Paint
Sheet metal: custom fireball red bass boat metal flake
Molding: Mike @ Lucky Devil
Base coat: Mike / Jessie
Graphics: Jessie Calvan
Frame: same as skins
Molding: Mike Landburg
Base coat: Mike / Jessie
Graphics or art: True flames on front rocker box
Wheels
Front
Make: Ego Trip
Size: 21
Brake calipers: Performance machine
Brake rotor(s): Lucky Devil Texas rotrs
Tire: Avon
Rear
Make: Ego trip
Size: 18
Brake calipers: P.M.
Brake rotor: LD Texas rotor
Pulley: L.D. Texas rotor
Tire:Avon 250
Controls
Foot controls: Lucky Devil
Finish: Chrome
Master cylinder: P>M>
Brake lines: braided stainless
Handlebar controls: Lucky Devil / P.M. / Pat kennedy
Finish: Chrome and polished
Clutch Cable: Hydro foot clutch
Electrical
Ignition: Dyna 2000i
Ignition switch: I'll never tell
Coils: Dyna mini coil
Regulator: Spike
Charging: Spike
Wiring: Mr Devil
Harness: internal
Headlight: CCI 4.5
Taillight: Ness/ Lucky Devil Plate mount
Accessory lights: ????
Electrical accessories: No
Switches: ? what switches
Battery: Oddysey
What's Left
Seat: Lucky Devil / Joe Noack
Pipes: Lucky Devil
Mufflers: ? Naw
Exhaust finish: Chrome
Gas caps: Pop up
Handlebars: Lucky Devil
Grips: L.D. Texas
Pegs: L.D. Texas
Oil filter: yea it's Chrome
Oil cooler: where?
Oil lines: chromite
Fuel filter: ?
Fuel Lines: Clear
Throttle: Pat Kennedy internal
Throttle cables: Barnett
Fasteners: Chrome Gardner/Wescott
Specialty items: 45 pistol grip shifter
Comments:building this bike was made possible with help from several vendors, Friends, and locals who celebrated and offered support at our kick off party ( polish your pipes & Bosshamer's BBQ ). and lets not forget all the sweet Girls who roasted in the Hot Texas sun to wash our bikes, especially Cheryl, My sweet Mrs. Devil and kids who were all kind enough to put up with my shit and support me through some very long days and nights at the shop.
Thanks to Ronnie at Stage plan we were able to set up in style with our new Gas station display. and as a friend once told me, all I can say is thanks for letting me stand on all of your shoulders! I also want to give a special thanks to Bradley “Da Polisher” ( and the guys at Hands off polishing ) for all the fine polishing on this scoot, Rest in Peace Brother !
One Lucky Photog
By Robin Technologies |
You won’t believe this wicked tale of sin city and photographic luxury. I don’t believe it myself. We have the priviledge of being associated with Scooter, a photographer in the Phoenix region. It’s the home of Arizona Bike Week, in late March. Phoenix is a hot community for biker action as you will see.
Ya get the picture? Scooter got a small bag of gold laid at his feet. It didn’t take much pondering to make a decision.
”Now let's review,” Scooter said sorta rubbing it in. “ Friday evening in the VIP lounge of a naked bar, photographing and interviewing young lovelies for promo purposes and a bike shoot the following day. Saturday, spent most of the day shooting the aforementioned babes on one of HRCC's recently finished projects.”
Yeah, yeah, I grappled with his dilemma while tied to a milk crate in a ghetto dump in Wilmington, California, while it rained. The sun was shinning and the riding weather blistering in Phoenix. In general I was screwed. There are no strip joints in Wilmington, only rumbling, smoke spewing 18-wheelers. Rats won’t even come here, unless they’re drunk. But that wasn’t the end of Scooters harangue.
I was beginning to cringe and reach for the Corona shop refrigerator. I needed a beer. What’s with this guy’s luck?
Oh yeah … the bike. HRCC produces high quality, rideable bikes from a small shop in Phoenix. Builder, Fred Lynch, stuffed an RPM 127-inch power plant, from Robbie McCaa, and a Baker 6-speed into a Racing Innovations 38-degree rake, 6-inch up and 4-inch out frame. On that frame he mounted a 12-inch over American Suspension front end. RMD billet built the wheels specifically for this project. Fabrication of the fenders and custom work on the Mid USA tank was handled masterfully by Fred Lynch. Accutronix, as always with HRCC, supplied the perfect controls.
I’m covering the bike, but my heart’s not in it. I want a pair of sisters and I can’t have ‘em. It just ain’t fair. Better wrap it up before I cop and attitude.
Okay, this is one hell of a piece of equipment that not only looks good but will allow you to get where you need to, quickly and in style. Yeah, yeah.
”So how was my weekend you ask?” Scooter had the balls to say. I hung up. Where’s the bar? If you have a bike worth a Bikernet feature, or a model who would like to pose in the Arizona sun, contact Scooter at scooter.grubb@smithbarney.com. As you can tell, he’s a lucky mofo.
–Snake
Bikernet Spec Sheet
Owner: Mike Logan
City/State: 2005 Custom Sensation Deluxe
Builder: Hot Rod City Customs
City/state ( or company contact info)
Fabrication: Fred Lynch
Time: three months
Engine
Year: 2005
Make: Ultima
Model: 127 cubic inch
Builder or Rebuilder: Robbie McCay
Cases: Ultima
Case finish: Polished
Heads: Billet by Robbie
Head finish: Polished
Valves and springs:
Carburetion: S&S
Transmission
Year: 2005
Make: Baker
Gear configuration: 6-speed
Final drive: belt
Primary: Tauger Machine
Clutch: Jason Tauger
Frame
Year: 2005
Make: Racing Innovations
Style or Model: Softail
Stretch: 6 up, 4 out
Rake: 38-degree
Front End
Make: American Suspension
Model: upside down glide
Year: 2005
Length: 12-over
Mods: black, polish and chrome
Sheet metal
Tanks: Mid USA customized by Fred Lynch
Fenders: Fred Lynch
Oil tank: Mid USA
Other: Internal Fender Struts
Paint
Sheet metal: Chips Custom Paint
Base coat: Custom Blend Silver
Graphics: Red Tribal
Frame: Chip’s
Base coat: Custom Blend Silver
Graphics or art: Red Tribal
Wheels
Front
Make: RMD
Size: 21, 3-5
Brake calipers: PM
Brake rotor(s): PM
Tire: Avon 21/70/ 120
Rear
Make: RMD
Size: 18, 10-5
Brake calipers: PM
Brake rotor: PM
Tire: Avon 300/35/18
Controls
Foot controls: Accutronix
Finish: Chrome
Master cylinder: Accutronix
Handlebar controls: PM
Finish: Chrome
Electrical
Ignition: Dyna
Wiring: By Fred Lynch
Headlight: Headwinds
Taillight: Eddie Trotta
What’s Left
Seat: Fred Lynch pan, Bo from Extreme seats
Pipes: Wicked
Exhaust finish: Chrome
Handlebars: LA Choppers
Grips: PM
Pegs: Accutronix
One Lucky Photog
By Robin Technologies |
You won’t believe this wicked tale of sin city and photographic luxury. I don’t believe it myself. We have the priviledge of being associated with Scooter, a photographer in the Phoenix region. It’s the home of Arizona Bike Week, in late March. Phoenix is a hot community for biker action as you will see.
Ya get the picture? Scooter got a small bag of gold laid at his feet. It didn’t take much pondering to make a decision.
”Now let's review,” Scooter said sorta rubbing it in. “ Friday evening in the VIP lounge of a naked bar, photographing and interviewing young lovelies for promo purposes and a bike shoot the following day. Saturday, spent most of the day shooting the aforementioned babes on one of HRCC's recently finished projects.”
Yeah, yeah, I grappled with his dilemma while tied to a milk crate in a ghetto dump in Wilmington, California, while it rained. The sun was shinning and the riding weather blistering in Phoenix. In general I was screwed. There are no strip joints in Wilmington, only rumbling, smoke spewing 18-wheelers. Rats won’t even come here, unless they’re drunk. But that wasn’t the end of Scooters harangue.
I was beginning to cringe and reach for the Corona shop refrigerator. I needed a beer. What’s with this guy’s luck?
Oh yeah … the bike. HRCC produces high quality, rideable bikes from a small shop in Phoenix. Builder, Fred Lynch, stuffed an RPM 127-inch power plant, from Robbie McCaa, and a Baker 6-speed into a Racing Innovations 38-degree rake, 6-inch up and 4-inch out frame. On that frame he mounted a 12-inch over American Suspension front end. RMD billet built the wheels specifically for this project. Fabrication of the fenders and custom work on the Mid USA tank was handled masterfully by Fred Lynch. Accutronix, as always with HRCC, supplied the perfect controls.
I’m covering the bike, but my heart’s not in it. I want a pair of sisters and I can’t have ‘em. It just ain’t fair. Better wrap it up before I cop and attitude.
Okay, this is one hell of a piece of equipment that not only looks good but will allow you to get where you need to, quickly and in style. Yeah, yeah.
”So how was my weekend you ask?” Scooter had the balls to say. I hung up. Where’s the bar? If you have a bike worth a Bikernet feature, or a model who would like to pose in the Arizona sun, contact Scooter at scooter.grubb@smithbarney.com. As you can tell, he’s a lucky mofo.
–Snake
Bikernet Spec Sheet
Owner: Mike Logan
City/State: 2005 Custom Sensation Deluxe
Builder: Hot Rod City Customs
City/state ( or company contact info)
Fabrication: Fred Lynch
Time: three months
Engine
Year: 2005
Make: Ultima
Model: 127 cubic inch
Builder or Rebuilder: Robbie McCay
Cases: Ultima
Case finish: Polished
Heads: Billet by Robbie
Head finish: Polished
Valves and springs:
Carburetion: S&S
Transmission
Year: 2005
Make: Baker
Gear configuration: 6-speed
Final drive: belt
Primary: Tauger Machine
Clutch: Jason Tauger
Frame
Year: 2005
Make: Racing Innovations
Style or Model: Softail
Stretch: 6 up, 4 out
Rake: 38-degree
Front End
Make: American Suspension
Model: upside down glide
Year: 2005
Length: 12-over
Mods: black, polish and chrome
Sheet metal
Tanks: Mid USA customized by Fred Lynch
Fenders: Fred Lynch
Oil tank: Mid USA
Other: Internal Fender Struts
Paint
Sheet metal: Chips Custom Paint
Base coat: Custom Blend Silver
Graphics: Red Tribal
Frame: Chip’s
Base coat: Custom Blend Silver
Graphics or art: Red Tribal
Wheels
Front
Make: RMD
Size: 21, 3-5
Brake calipers: PM
Brake rotor(s): PM
Tire: Avon 21/70/ 120
Rear
Make: RMD
Size: 18, 10-5
Brake calipers: PM
Brake rotor: PM
Tire: Avon 300/35/18
Controls
Foot controls: Accutronix
Finish: Chrome
Master cylinder: Accutronix
Handlebar controls: PM
Finish: Chrome
Electrical
Ignition: Dyna
Wiring: By Fred Lynch
Headlight: Headwinds
Taillight: Eddie Trotta
What’s Left
Seat: Fred Lynch pan, Bo from Extreme seats
Pipes: Wicked
Exhaust finish: Chrome
Handlebars: LA Choppers
Grips: PM
Pegs: Accutronix
Munewari
By Robin Technologies |
Being a young writer in today’s society requires a man to resort to any means necessary to get some work. Although I wrote an killer article or two for a few biker rags, the work just isn’t very steady. So to keep my family from starving, I have to pimp myself out to other avenues of writing to make a few bucks.
*Quick sidenote* We recently ate the family dog for Thanksgiving dinner. The meat wasn’t bad, just a little stringy. Although my wife won’t even consider it, I have been force feeding my son to plump him up, just in case times get really bad.
Anyway, I was recently on an assignment in Utah to write about the pitfalls associated with Mormonism. I am not a Mormon, so I personally didn’t care. If you are reading this and you happen to be a Mormon, stop reading now and go smack one of your wives. Also, fer Christ’s sake, stop making those dipwads ride their bikes around handing out pamphlets telling me I’m living the wrong way. I got news for you freaky zealots, my bike has a motor. I think you’re not living right because you won’t join the 20th century, much less the 21st.
Anyhow, I was sitting in a bar after the first day of the huge Mormon conference. No, there weren’t any Mormons in the bar, but the bartender was Catholic and half the customers were Baptist. I was starting my third Crown and Coke, when I saw a young guy walk over to the end of the bar and order a Sprite. I was thinking, “who the hell orders Sprite anymore?”
So I see him sitting at the end of the bar drinking his Sprite and I make him for one of the Mormons. I mean, he’s got to be one. Who the hell would be in a bar ordering a Sprite? So I walk up and decide to casually get his opinion on some of his faith’s by-laws.
“So what gives you the right to marry as many women as you like?”
Looking quite puzzled, he stoically shoots back, “I have no clue what the fuck you are blabbering about.”
“Well ain’t you a Mormon?”
“Mormon, hell no! Do I look like a Mormon?”
“Well, you live in Utah. You walked into a bar and ordered a Sprite. You don’t have any tattoos or facial hair. Yeah, you look like a Mormon.” I was feeling rather pleased with my quick and alert assessment of him.
And last, why don’t you go stick another needle in you ass and pump some more weights, Meathead?”
Whoa! What did I ever do to deserve this hostility? I decided to try a different angle. “Hey look, I’m sorry. It’s just I’ve been working all day and I mistook you for…Oh, forget it. Sorry to have bothered you.” I started to walk away when he stopped me.
“Hey man, it’s ok. My name’s Matt. Matt Kraft, what’s your name?” And so our adventure began. We sat at that bar telling lies for half the night. I don’t remember how late we stayed out, but I woke up in the morning on the floor of a very dark room in a very unfamiliar place. My head was pounding and it felt as if I had a goose egg on the back of my noggin. I looked around and could only see a dim white glow coming from something in the center of the room. I kept trying to focus, but I was just too tired and it was too dark. I dozed back off wondering what kind of lamp gave off such a dim glow in a pitch-black room.
When I awoke sometime mid-afternoon, I quickly realized I was sleeping in the bay of what appeared to be a garage. The mysterious object causing the white glow was gone. I started to get a little worried until I reached down and felt that I was at least still wearing my pants.
“Hey, good morning,” Matt said as he entered the bay carrying two cups of steaming hot liquid. “I bought you a plain black coffee…sugar?”
“Who’re you calling sugar!?” I was busy rubbing my eyes when he squandered with his homosexual rhetoric.
“No, do you want sugar?” He was trying not to laugh, but I could still see his shit-eating grin.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, I’ll take a couple of sugars.” He handed me the coffee and two sugar packets with purple bunnies on the cover.
“Weird packets, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess. Look, enough about sugar. What happened last night?”
“Well, you passed out in the bar after hitting on the barmaid.” I began to smile devilishly thinking of some of my more mischievous nights out in the past.
“I wouldn’t smile yet! Seems her husband was the guy playing pool behind us. He had no problem braking his pool stick in half over the back of your skull. You went down like a ton of bricks.”
“No shit? That’s messed up. That’s not passing out, that’s getting knocked the fuck out. My head doesn’t hurt as bad as I would expect after getting cold cocked.”
“That’s what steroids do for you. They help you recover quicker to traumatic tissue damage.”
“Knock it off with that shit! I don’t stick nothing in my body except food and those toys my wife likes.”
Laughing his ass off, Matt chokes a few times on the Danish he was scarfing down his throat. Prick didn’t even offer me one. That’s probably why he was eating it so fast.
“Hey Matt, what was in this room last night? I woke up at one point and could have sworn to see a dim white glow. Do you have some sort of lamp or something?”
“Nah, that was my newest bike.”
“You gotta be shittin me. Out of all the Mormons to run into, I actually find one that has a bike.”
“Fuck you! I’m no Goddamn Mormon! I already told you that!”
“Ok, ok, calm down. I forgot you’re one of those tree huggin, Shirley Mclaine lovin, bleeding heart types.” With that he swung a large monkey wrench at my head. “Hey asshole, you almost hit me with that!”
“Good, maybe something will shut yer trap!” He seemed to be a little agitated with me.
“Damn man, I was just bustin yer balls. So where’s your bike?” I walked to the head to take a leak and admire my dashing looks in the mirror on the wall.
“She’s outside, I’m getting ready to ship her out for a photo shoot. She’s actually not my bike, but I built her.”
“You build bikes for a living, no shit?” I had just finished washing my hands when I saw the back door swing open revealing the brightest white I had ever seen in my life.
“Come and check her out,” he was grinning from ear to ear and beaming like any proud Poppa would. “She’s done pretty well in a few shows.”
“Oh, what shows has she been in?” I walked aimlessly around the bike. There were too many details to just focus on one simple part of the bike. The paintjob reminded me of artwork I’d seen on WWII vets who had been to the Philippines. Lines so clear the bike almost looked like one piece of China.
“Oh, I don’t know. She’s won a few. You want to hear her?”
“Hell yes, I do!” With that he turned the ignition over with a button and BOOM! What sounded like twin explosions rhythmically going off in sequence filled the atmosphere with the unmistakable sound of a finely tuned big inch v-twin. He smiled broadly as I just froze with excitement. This bike was really something special to behold.
We sat around and just soaked in the Utah sun while we ate the brownies Matt’s wife had made us and sipped on some funky tasting tea. She called it mushroom tea, but I have never tasted a portabella like this. Before long the paint seemed to come alive with details and movement. I learned of the seven ways of the samurai or “bushido”. Each part of sheet metal on the tank represented a different way of this time-honored life.
Though Matt does manufacture a lot of metalwork on his bikes, some of the parts are farmed out. The Martin Brothers Pipes jump out and bite you with an angry growl. The Independent gas tank looks like a Sportster tank on steroids. The frame started as an ’04 Extreme, which Matt modified to his own style. Every inch of this bike exudes class and just clean style. Like all the bikes Matt builds, he puts a little bit of the customers’ soul into consideration when designing the bike. The owner of this bike wanted to give his son something to remember the honor of his family name. I believe he succeeded.
I started to get really hungry when I remember Matt shaking me to wake me up for the photo shoot. Seems I had passed out while he was telling me about the details of the bike. He had me and the bike loaded on the trailer for the photo shoot.
This time, however, a drop dead gorgeous model was lying all over the bike painted just like it. Seems the painter, Jonathan Pantaleon painted the girl just like the bike. She was topless, but her boobages were covered with a combination blue and white paint to match the House of Kolor paint on the bike. I was in awe.
“Holy Shit! That’s Don Rogers taking the shots, isn’t it?”
Matt had to laugh as he tried to answer me, “Hey, I told you I go first class all the way.”
I couldn’t get over the beauty of the bike mixed with the lines of the girl. They were perfect for each other. Matt just sat back and took it all in. Something about watching the fruit of your labor getting the attention it deserves that makes a man feel good about his time here on earth. Matt Kraft is no different. He built a bike specifically for a customer and put the highest quality parts on it the customer could afford. The bike he built is sleek and clean, while still maintaining the lines that make it a custom motorcycle. Check the spec sheet on Munewari, you can see the quality is definitely in the details.
After the photo shoot, I wandered aimlessly around the Greyhound Bus Depot waiting for my ride to Long Beach. I had to give Bandit the report on the Mormons so he could check into the validity of changing over to their religion. Hey, why else would a guy get married 5 times?
Engine-121” TP
Carb-Mikuni 42
Ignition-Crane HI-4
Exhaust- Martin Bros.
Transmission- 04 Baker RSD 6 speed
Clutch-Barnett Scorpion
Primary-Billett 4 U
Frame-04 Extreme/Kraft Custom Cycles 280 Softail
Stretch-4up 3 out 42 degrees rake
Forks-10” over Perse Performance
Triple Trees-Perse 6 degrees
Suspension-Legend Air Ride
Wheels- PM Wrath 21” front 18×10 rear
Tires-Metzeler
Brakes-PM-Driveside Rear
Controls-PM/Billet 4 U
Bars-Kraft Custom Cycles
Gas Tank-Independent
Fenders-Extreme/Kraft Custom Cycles
Headlight-Headwinds
Taillight-Billet 4 U
Seat-Kraft Custom Cycles/Bitchn Stitchn
To reach Kraft head over to this site:
Munewari
By Robin Technologies |
Being a young writer in today’s society requires a man to resort to any means necessary to get some work. Although I wrote an killer article or two for a few biker rags, the work just isn’t very steady. So to keep my family from starving, I have to pimp myself out to other avenues of writing to make a few bucks.
*Quick sidenote* We recently ate the family dog for Thanksgiving dinner. The meat wasn’t bad, just a little stringy. Although my wife won’t even consider it, I have been force feeding my son to plump him up, just in case times get really bad.
Anyway, I was recently on an assignment in Utah to write about the pitfalls associated with Mormonism. I am not a Mormon, so I personally didn’t care. If you are reading this and you happen to be a Mormon, stop reading now and go smack one of your wives. Also, fer Christ’s sake, stop making those dipwads ride their bikes around handing out pamphlets telling me I’m living the wrong way. I got news for you freaky zealots, my bike has a motor. I think you’re not living right because you won’t join the 20th century, much less the 21st.
Anyhow, I was sitting in a bar after the first day of the huge Mormon conference. No, there weren’t any Mormons in the bar, but the bartender was Catholic and half the customers were Baptist. I was starting my third Crown and Coke, when I saw a young guy walk over to the end of the bar and order a Sprite. I was thinking, “who the hell orders Sprite anymore?”
So I see him sitting at the end of the bar drinking his Sprite and I make him for one of the Mormons. I mean, he’s got to be one. Who the hell would be in a bar ordering a Sprite? So I walk up and decide to casually get his opinion on some of his faith’s by-laws.
“So what gives you the right to marry as many women as you like?”
Looking quite puzzled, he stoically shoots back, “I have no clue what the fuck you are blabbering about.”
“Well ain’t you a Mormon?”
“Mormon, hell no! Do I look like a Mormon?”
“Well, you live in Utah. You walked into a bar and ordered a Sprite. You don’t have any tattoos or facial hair. Yeah, you look like a Mormon.” I was feeling rather pleased with my quick and alert assessment of him.
And last, why don’t you go stick another needle in you ass and pump some more weights, Meathead?”
Whoa! What did I ever do to deserve this hostility? I decided to try a different angle. “Hey look, I’m sorry. It’s just I’ve been working all day and I mistook you for…Oh, forget it. Sorry to have bothered you.” I started to walk away when he stopped me.
“Hey man, it’s ok. My name’s Matt. Matt Kraft, what’s your name?” And so our adventure began. We sat at that bar telling lies for half the night. I don’t remember how late we stayed out, but I woke up in the morning on the floor of a very dark room in a very unfamiliar place. My head was pounding and it felt as if I had a goose egg on the back of my noggin. I looked around and could only see a dim white glow coming from something in the center of the room. I kept trying to focus, but I was just too tired and it was too dark. I dozed back off wondering what kind of lamp gave off such a dim glow in a pitch-black room.
When I awoke sometime mid-afternoon, I quickly realized I was sleeping in the bay of what appeared to be a garage. The mysterious object causing the white glow was gone. I started to get a little worried until I reached down and felt that I was at least still wearing my pants.
“Hey, good morning,” Matt said as he entered the bay carrying two cups of steaming hot liquid. “I bought you a plain black coffee…sugar?”
“Who’re you calling sugar!?” I was busy rubbing my eyes when he squandered with his homosexual rhetoric.
“No, do you want sugar?” He was trying not to laugh, but I could still see his shit-eating grin.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, I’ll take a couple of sugars.” He handed me the coffee and two sugar packets with purple bunnies on the cover.
“Weird packets, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess. Look, enough about sugar. What happened last night?”
“Well, you passed out in the bar after hitting on the barmaid.” I began to smile devilishly thinking of some of my more mischievous nights out in the past.
“I wouldn’t smile yet! Seems her husband was the guy playing pool behind us. He had no problem braking his pool stick in half over the back of your skull. You went down like a ton of bricks.”
“No shit? That’s messed up. That’s not passing out, that’s getting knocked the fuck out. My head doesn’t hurt as bad as I would expect after getting cold cocked.”
“That’s what steroids do for you. They help you recover quicker to traumatic tissue damage.”
“Knock it off with that shit! I don’t stick nothing in my body except food and those toys my wife likes.”
Laughing his ass off, Matt chokes a few times on the Danish he was scarfing down his throat. Prick didn’t even offer me one. That’s probably why he was eating it so fast.
“Hey Matt, what was in this room last night? I woke up at one point and could have sworn to see a dim white glow. Do you have some sort of lamp or something?”
“Nah, that was my newest bike.”
“You gotta be shittin me. Out of all the Mormons to run into, I actually find one that has a bike.”
“Fuck you! I’m no Goddamn Mormon! I already told you that!”
“Ok, ok, calm down. I forgot you’re one of those tree huggin, Shirley Mclaine lovin, bleeding heart types.” With that he swung a large monkey wrench at my head. “Hey asshole, you almost hit me with that!”
“Good, maybe something will shut yer trap!” He seemed to be a little agitated with me.
“Damn man, I was just bustin yer balls. So where’s your bike?” I walked to the head to take a leak and admire my dashing looks in the mirror on the wall.
“She’s outside, I’m getting ready to ship her out for a photo shoot. She’s actually not my bike, but I built her.”
“You build bikes for a living, no shit?” I had just finished washing my hands when I saw the back door swing open revealing the brightest white I had ever seen in my life.
“Come and check her out,” he was grinning from ear to ear and beaming like any proud Poppa would. “She’s done pretty well in a few shows.”
“Oh, what shows has she been in?” I walked aimlessly around the bike. There were too many details to just focus on one simple part of the bike. The paintjob reminded me of artwork I’d seen on WWII vets who had been to the Philippines. Lines so clear the bike almost looked like one piece of China.
“Oh, I don’t know. She’s won a few. You want to hear her?”
“Hell yes, I do!” With that he turned the ignition over with a button and BOOM! What sounded like twin explosions rhythmically going off in sequence filled the atmosphere with the unmistakable sound of a finely tuned big inch v-twin. He smiled broadly as I just froze with excitement. This bike was really something special to behold.
We sat around and just soaked in the Utah sun while we ate the brownies Matt’s wife had made us and sipped on some funky tasting tea. She called it mushroom tea, but I have never tasted a portabella like this. Before long the paint seemed to come alive with details and movement. I learned of the seven ways of the samurai or “bushido”. Each part of sheet metal on the tank represented a different way of this time-honored life.
Though Matt does manufacture a lot of metalwork on his bikes, some of the parts are farmed out. The Martin Brothers Pipes jump out and bite you with an angry growl. The Independent gas tank looks like a Sportster tank on steroids. The frame started as an ’04 Extreme, which Matt modified to his own style. Every inch of this bike exudes class and just clean style. Like all the bikes Matt builds, he puts a little bit of the customers’ soul into consideration when designing the bike. The owner of this bike wanted to give his son something to remember the honor of his family name. I believe he succeeded.
I started to get really hungry when I remember Matt shaking me to wake me up for the photo shoot. Seems I had passed out while he was telling me about the details of the bike. He had me and the bike loaded on the trailer for the photo shoot.
This time, however, a drop dead gorgeous model was lying all over the bike painted just like it. Seems the painter, Jonathan Pantaleon painted the girl just like the bike. She was topless, but her boobages were covered with a combination blue and white paint to match the House of Kolor paint on the bike. I was in awe.
“Holy Shit! That’s Don Rogers taking the shots, isn’t it?”
Matt had to laugh as he tried to answer me, “Hey, I told you I go first class all the way.”
I couldn’t get over the beauty of the bike mixed with the lines of the girl. They were perfect for each other. Matt just sat back and took it all in. Something about watching the fruit of your labor getting the attention it deserves that makes a man feel good about his time here on earth. Matt Kraft is no different. He built a bike specifically for a customer and put the highest quality parts on it the customer could afford. The bike he built is sleek and clean, while still maintaining the lines that make it a custom motorcycle. Check the spec sheet on Munewari, you can see the quality is definitely in the details.
After the photo shoot, I wandered aimlessly around the Greyhound Bus Depot waiting for my ride to Long Beach. I had to give Bandit the report on the Mormons so he could check into the validity of changing over to their religion. Hey, why else would a guy get married 5 times?
Engine-121” TP
Carb-Mikuni 42
Ignition-Crane HI-4
Exhaust- Martin Bros.
Transmission- 04 Baker RSD 6 speed
Clutch-Barnett Scorpion
Primary-Billett 4 U
Frame-04 Extreme/Kraft Custom Cycles 280 Softail
Stretch-4up 3 out 42 degrees rake
Forks-10” over Perse Performance
Triple Trees-Perse 6 degrees
Suspension-Legend Air Ride
Wheels- PM Wrath 21” front 18×10 rear
Tires-Metzeler
Brakes-PM-Driveside Rear
Controls-PM/Billet 4 U
Bars-Kraft Custom Cycles
Gas Tank-Independent
Fenders-Extreme/Kraft Custom Cycles
Headlight-Headwinds
Taillight-Billet 4 U
Seat-Kraft Custom Cycles/Bitchn Stitchn
To reach Kraft head over to this site:
40 Ways Men Fail In BED
By Robin Technologies |
1) NOT KISSING FIRST.
Avoiding her lips and diving straight for the erogenous zones makes her feel like you’re paying by the hour & trying to get your money’s worth by cutting out non-essentials. A proper passionate kiss is the ultimate form of foreplay.
2) BLOWING TOO HARD IN HER EAR.
Well, there’s a difference between being erotic and blowing as if you’re trying to extinguish the candles on your birthday cake!
3) NOT SHAVING.
Guys often forget they have a porcupine strapped to their chins, which they rake repeatedly across their partner’s face and thighs. So when she turns her head from side to side, it’s not passion it’s avoidance!
4) SQUEEZING HER BREAST.
Most men act like a housewife testing melons for ripeness when they get their hands on a pair. Stroke, caress, and smooth them.
6) TWIDDLING HER NIPPLES.
Stop doing that thing where you twiddle the nipples between finger and thumb like you’re trying to find a radio station in a hilly area. Focus on the whole breasts, not just the exclamation points.
7) IGNORING THE OTHER PARTS OF HER BODY.
A woman is not a highway with just three turnoffs: Breastville East and West, and the Midtown Tunnel. There are vast areas of her body, which you’ve ignored far too often as you go bombing straight into downtown Vagina. So start paying them some attention!
8) GETTING THE HAND TRAPPED.
Poor manual dexterity in the underskirt region can result in tangled fingers and underpants. If you’re going to be that aggressive, just ask her to take the damn things off.
9) LEAVING HER A LITTLE PRESENT.
Condom disposal is the man’s responsibility. You wore it, you store it.
10) ATTACKING THE CLITORIS.
Direct pressure is very unpleasant, so gently rotate your fingers along side of the clitoris.
11) STOPPING FOR A BREAK.
Women, unlike men, don’t pick up where they left off. If you stop, they plummet back to square one very fast. If you can tell she’s not there, keep going at all costs, numb jaw or not.
12) UNDRESSING HER AWKWARDLY.
Women hate looking stupid, but stupid she will look when naked at the waist with a sweater stuck over her head. Unwrap her like an elegant present, not a kid’s toy.
13) GIVING HER A WEDGIE DURING FOREPLAY.
Stroking her gently through her panties can be very sexy. Pulling the material up between her thighs and yanking it back and forth is not.
14) BEING OBSESSED WITH THE VAGINA.
Although most men can find the clitoris without maps, they still believe that the vagina is where it’s all at. No sooner is your hand down there than you’re trying to stuff stolen banknotes up a chimney, which is OK in principle, but if you’re not careful, it can hurt – so don’t get carried away. Better to pay more attention to her clitoris and the exterior of her vagina at first, then gently slip a finger inside her and see if she likes it.
You’re attempting to give her a sensual, relaxing massage to get her in the mood. Hands and fingertips are okay; elbows and knees are not.
16) UNDRESSING PREMATURELY.
Don’t force the issue by stripping before she’s at least made some move toward getting your stuff off, even if it’s just undoing a couple of buttons.
17) TAKING YOUR PANTS OFF FIRST.
A man in socks and underpants is a at his worst. Lose the socks first.
18) GOING TOO FAST.
When you get to the penis-in-vagina situation, the worst thing you can do is pump away like an industrial power tool she’ll soon feel like an assembly-line worker made obsolete by your technology. Build up slowly, with clean, straight, regular thrusts.
19) GOING TOO HARD.
If you bash your great triangular hip bones into herthigh or stomach, the pain is equal to two weeks of horseback ridingconcentrated into a few seconds.
20) COMING TOO SOON.
Every man’s fear (with reason). If you shoot before you see the whites of her eyes, make sure you have a backup plan to ensure her pleasure too.
21) NOT COMING SOON ENOUGH.
You may think that humping for an hour without climaxing is the mark of a sexual weight-lifter , but to her it’s more likely the mark of a numb vagina. At least buy some intriguing wall hangings so she has something to hold her interest while you’re playing Marathon Man.
22) ASKING IF SHE HAS COME.
You really ought to be able to tell. Most women make noise. But if you really don’t know, don’t ask.
23) PERFORMING ORAL SEX TOO GENTLY.
Don’t act like a giant cat at saucer of milk. Get your whole mouth down there, and concentrate on gently rotating or flicking your tongue on her clitoris.
24) NUDGING HER HEAD DOWN.
Men persist in doing this until she’s eyeball-to-penis, hoping that it will lead very swiftly to mouth-to-penis. All women hate this. It’s about three steps from being dragged to a cave by their hair. If you want her to use her mouth, use yours; try talking seductively to her.
25) NOT WARNING HER BEFORE YOU CLIMAX.
Sperm tastes like seawater mixed with egg white. Not everybody likes it. When she’s performing oral sex, warn her before you come so she can do what’s necessary.
26) MOVING AROUND DURING FELLATIO.
Don’t thrust. She’ll do all the moving during fellatio. You just lie there and don’t grab her head.
27) TAKING ETIQUETTE ADVICE FROM PORN MOVIES.
In X-rated movies, women seem to love it when men ejaculate over them. In real life, it just means more laundry to do.
28) MAKING HER RIDE ON TOP FOR AGES.
Asking her to be on top is fine. Lying there grunting while she does all the hard work is not.Caress her gently, so that she doesn’t feel quite so much like the captain of a schooner. And let her have a rest.
29) ATTEMPTING ANAL SEX AND PRETENDING IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
This is how men earn a reputation for not being able to follow directions. If you want to put it there, ask her first. And don’t think that being drunk is an excuse.
30) TAKING PICTURES.
When a man says, “Can I take a photo of you?” she’ll hear the words “__to show my buddies.” At least let her have custody of them.
31) NOT BEING IMAGINATIVE ENOUGH.
Imagination is anything from drawing patterns on her back to pouring honey on her and licking it off. Fruit, vegetables, ice and feathers are all handy props; hot candle wax and permanent dye are a no no.
32) SLAPPING YOUR STOMACH AGAINST HERS.
There is no less erotic noise. It’s as sexy as a belching contest.
33) ARRANGING HER IN STUPID POSES.
If she wants to do advanced yoga in bed, fine, but unless she’s a Romanian gymnast, don’t get too ambitious. Ask yourself if you want a sexual partner with snapped hamstrings.
34) LOOKING FOR HER PROSTATE.
Read this carefully: Anal stimulation feels good for men because they have a prostate. Women don’t.
35) GIVING LOVE BITES.
It is highly erotic to exert some gentle suction on the sides of the neck, if you do it carefully. No woman wants t have to wear turtlenecks and jaunty scarves for weeks on end.
Don’t shout encouragement like a coach with a megaphone. It’s not a big turn-on.
37) TALKING DIRTY.
It makes you sound like a lonely magazine editor calling a 1-900 line. If she likes nasty talk, she’ll let you know.
38) NOT CARING WHETHER SHE COMES.
You have to finish the job. Keep on trying until you get it right, and she might even do the same for you.
39) SQUASHING HER.
Men generally weigh more than women, so if you lie on her a bit too heavily, she will turn blue.
40) THANKING HER.
Never thank a woman for having sex with you. Your bedroom is not a soup kitchen.