New years words

Slingin Ink

Our buddy Darren McKeag owns Slingin Ink Tattoo over here in Grinnell and is one talented ass motherfucker and one fucking hell of a stand up guy. I would without a doubt take a bullet for this guy. Along with knocking out some super sick tattoos for the last 20+ years, the guy does some amazing artwork as seen below, or above depending on how this post ends up. Check his shit out at http://slinginink.com/ Love you broSS, I cant wait to get my chest finished. Much respect to you brother, have fun in Mexico!

I miss Evel

I dressed up as him in 1977. My Grandma won woman of the year for the city of Camarillo California. She did a bunch of shit for the farm workers out there. Well she had a parade and I got to ride in the open air limo car. I dress up like Evel Knievel for some odd reason (nobody else was dressed up). As a kid I was fucking mind blown over the guy. Granpa would say "look at this idiot" every time he was on TV and I would stop and have my mind blown. I had that fucking rip cord bike that did the jumps and shit. One time I had this homeboy named Eric and he had a BB gun well he and I would take turns busting a cap in EK's ass as we blasted him down the street. Shit was fun.
Today I still look up to him. RIP Sir.

Lifes a church.

Seems that somewhere along the line we lost sight of one of the main objectives of the Lords. Lets get this ship righted once again broSS. Happy fucking Holidaze!!!!!

Hello BroSS

It has come to me attention through a moment of clarity (I don't wake up stoned) that no matter what drug you take or perhaps your thing in fist fucking yourself to russian coeds that have Jungle fever, well it don't matter what you do because as I have found out nothing replaces the feeling of riding a motorcycle. Perhaps riding all drugged up or jacking off while your blasting down the road in the middle of the night maybe cool, but Im what I am talking about is the cure for this cold weather.

THERE AINT ONE. Drugs and beat off materiel may work for about 2 minutes and then you're back to square one still trying to figure a way to get one of your machines 300 miles down the road without looking like that blue bitch from the original Willi Wanka movie.It just sucks ass.

My garage is cold as fuck and heating it aint cheep. I guess I need a hug. Ill go get drunk with my buddy Fish today and we will talk about motorcycles. I have no business living in Missouri at all.

My friend Charlie

I saw Charlie's bike at the first twineball run and for some odd reason my bike turned into his by the time of the hoedown. Hell my hairs starting to get long too. I guess you have a new stalker Charlie. I dont remember if I posted this pic before.

WHERE THE HELL IS KROWN!!!