Shenandoah 500 Bound

Tomorrow Jeremy and I leave for the Shenandoah 500. One of the best rides of the year for both of us. Wrestled with a tire all night last night in preparation and I hope I've paid all my flat tires forward because apparently cheap chinese tires are harder to put on than expensive chinese tires.

We should see a lot of stuff like this:

And hopefully not a lot of this:

Sick of this shit

Do we live in Seattle now?

If you're in Japan

Go see Hunter and the rest of our boys in Terror, Down to Nothing, and Piece by Piece on this tour:

Getting Hard this Winter

Ahhh there she is. The Big Easy. The Windy City. The Flim Floosie. The city that always sleeps.

Nut to Butt in NYC...No Homo

True Love

Something to stare at

Drove my shriner car down to the garage and put on some shrinebuilder while I worked on my chopper shrine last night.



Gonna pick up a gas tank from Fulton Fred tonight and bought an oil tank of chop cult today. Anybody got a sweet king and queen for a rigid frame they wanna sell? I've got one for a non-rigid ironhead I'd be willing to trade or there's always cash.

Brooklyn weekend

Andrew, Rob and I rode up for the Invitational this weekend. I didn't take as many photos as I would have liked but I think the time spent hanging out was better than having a bunch of the same photos that everyone else took anyway.

We found out that you can't camp on rooftops in NYC. Got woken up Friday morning to 8 cops standing outside the tent, so if you were thinking about stepping up your urban camping game you better make sure nobody is trying to let their dogs play on the roof. Fuck the police.

I Had an awesome time hanging out with everyone at the DS BBQ. It's funny that I found myself hanging mostly with people that live pretty close to me when we all drove like 6 hours to go this thing. Of course its always awesome to see Brian and he's got a little get together in the works for October so if you're feeling like making a trek to Richmond we're going to have a little something at the garage.

Here are the only photos I took the entire weekend in the order they were taken:

Departure Bike Works

Check out Departures open house next month and also the much needed swap meet on October 16th.

Bye summer...again

I always seems to round out summer on the same road. Route 158 from the Outer Banks back to the NC mainland.

2011




2010

Thanks Nick!

Snapped my clutch cable on the way home last night. While waiting on Nick to rescue me Andrew and myself had a photo shoot.

Quarry Time

We went out to a quarry last weekend and had some fun. This is what it was like:

Quarry Trip 9-3-2011 from K W on Vimeo.

Andrews shovel

comin along

Heathens and Saviours

If you missed the show last night you missed a good one. It was my first time seeing Saviours. They were awesome. I can't hear shit this morning and my ass is still wet from my sponge of a motorcycle seat getting deluged last night during the show.

CRETE'N from Simon Chan on Vimeo.

Fuck it.

Been thinking about making my bike rigid for a few months now and finally said fuck it and bought a frame last night. I had been going back and forth in my head because I love my bike the way it is but I get super jealous when I see other dudes that have made the switch to rigid. Been thinking about saving and getting a shovel for the last few months too. Anyway, after much debate I found a good deal on a brand new Paughco frame that somebody had bought and not ever done anything with. Paypal'd the dude some money and he sent me a tracking number and the frame is one its way to me from Arizona. I'm stoked. Already ordered the neck bearings, axle adjusters and axle kit from Paugcho so I'm set on that stuff. Now I need to find an oil tank and figure out what to do about a battery box. I'd like to try and rework the stock one if i can. I've got a while to think about it because I don't plan on tearing my bike down until late October or November but when I start I want to have everything on hand ready to go and I'd like to try to have it ready for paint within about 3 weeks.

Cheap 91 Sportster 1200 For Sale

THE BAD:
Needs some transmission work. Won't stay in neutral. Dont know why, but you can ride it like it is, its just a little tricky shifting it.

THE GOOD:
1200 Kit.
Runs great.
The price.
Sweet sounding drag pipes.
The paint job.
Clean as hell.
Clean title.

Andrew and I bought this thing to pass off to a friend and we were going to fix the transmission but we dont have the time. We're asking $2000 for it but honestly we'd let it go for $1,800 to a friend. Also interested in trades or partial trades. No ironhead shit but we welcome big twin stuff and one of us is in need of a paughco rigid frame for an 86-03 Sportster so we'd do a partial trade on that too. Hit us up if you're interested and spread the word. If you want any more info email me at kurtxweishaar at gmail dot com.

Tomorrow night

If you are in the area come on out. get there early and catch andrew and myselfs band Heathens play.

1100 miles in the California Republic

I haven't really spent any time out west, and like a lot of east coasters I tend to picture "the west" as the holy land for riding.

I was right.

While out in LA for work I decided to pick up a rental bike from Eagle Rider, which is such a similar experience to the dealership its amazing they arent connected. Corporate culture theft at its best. 65 billion dollars later I had an 08 883 at my disposal for 6 days. LA did absolutely nothing for me so within minutes of swiping by credit card and cleaning out my bank account I was headed north. The pictures speak for themselves, but the trip is summarized as follows: Ocean sunsets on unreal coastline, wishing I could surf, the awesome smells of California fruit crops, elk, eagle, deer, and coyote sightings, nearly hitting a fucking bear while lost in the desert at night while running out of gas, mountain scenery that rivals anything Europe has to offer, riding through a forest fire, not talking to anyone for days, sleeping by waterfalls, living off just oatmeal, bathing in only mountain streams, waking with the sun, developing bear paranoia, desert heat so hot it melts the soles of your shoes, and finally ending up on the airplane and hoping the smell of campfire smoke is somewhat hiding my real smell.

This trip has taught me an invaluable lesson: by way of bike is the ONLY real way to travel. Anything else just isn't a real experience.