Still creeping along when I can. Removed the lower fork shrouds, which I think makes the look a little leaner. Since I'm low on cash right now I can't change the brake line situation on the front wheel, so I made a brace at work that I'll paint and leave for now. Installed these neat aluminum plugs, and a nice bar-end mirror that I got from Joker Machine a while ago. Can't wait for the warm weather to hit.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
More Progress
Still creeping along when I can. Removed the lower fork shrouds, which I think makes the look a little leaner. Since I'm low on cash right now I can't change the brake line situation on the front wheel, so I made a brace at work that I'll paint and leave for now. Installed these neat aluminum plugs, and a nice bar-end mirror that I got from Joker Machine a while ago. Can't wait for the warm weather to hit.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Working Class Skin

armed with his boots and braces, this working-class hero is ready for a fight after a long night of sing alongs and pbr with his friends fred perry and ben sherman.
your average skin has the “spirit of ‘69” front to back multiple times and can recite any line from “romper stomper” word for word without missing a beat, yet can’t seem to remember why he has a black eye from the night before or who the byrd in his bed is.
unbeknownst to most, not all skinheads are racist, but all of them happen to own the entire skrewdriver discography, s.h.a.r.ps included. they’ll tell you they like them “only for the music”. most find this excuse hard to believe since there hasn’t been a single oi record released that doesn’t sound like it was recorded anywhere but a toilet.
inevitably all skins begin to save up their hard earned money to convert their wardrobe over to all of the latest rockabilly gear as part of his skinhead retirement plan. be sure to ditch that #1 crop trimmer for some pomade, that pompadour is going to need some work!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Hot Petrol Fumes On A Cold Day
















At a snails pace I've been chipping away on my bike this winter. When the temp gets above 35 I bundle up and give it my all until my hands are numb and my knuckles bloody. Removed the airbox, and all that went with it. Relocated the battery under the seat and installed K&N filters. A few more tweaks here and there, and all will be well.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
What horror SHOULD be





"Dead & Buried" is a classic horror "small town with a secret" film, this time concerning a tiny little seaside town called Potter's Bluff. The formerly peaceful community has suddenly been plagued by a series of grisly murders for the town sheriff Dan (James Farentino) to investigate. Creepier still, the murder victims reappear as walking, talking, friendly townsfolk. And what does the eccentric town mortician (Jack Albertson) have to do with it?
This rarely talked about flick, above all else, is a masterpiece of atmosphere...moodily lit, foggy, with a genuine sense of claustrophobia as the horrors seem to be closing in closer and closer to Dan's own home and family. Especially the strange new habits his wife (Melody Anderson) has taken up lately.
All of the actors are solid enough, but Jack Albertson steals the show as the eccentric, big band loving Mortician Dobbs. In one of his final performances, he delivers a character whose unsettling realism and reverence for the dead will make you completely forget his also classic turn as the kindly grandpa in "Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory". Rather than just play this character, he inhabits his psyche and becomes Dobbs, and it shows.
Everything from the low key bits of airy score music to the slow and dreamlike pacing of the plot, is dedicated to heightening the viewer sense of disconnection and dread, leading up to a well known sort of "twist" climax, which in this context doesn't seem hackneyed.
I highly recommend "Dead & Buried", as a solid reminder of what imaginative and well made R rated horror used to be, before the parade of dull remakes and tamed to PG-13 bore fests that now clutter the genre.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
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