Roller (Derby)

We've finally got the frame squared away. After a little bit of loving to the engine, it'll be ready too. Updates soon.

Thank you(so far): The Wren Family, Tim "Wade" Greer, James Kost, Shoe, Barney Gerberg, and Jason Quill

Side note: i've only got about 2 months left in florida, and im not sure how im going to take moving at this point. There's a lot of people here that i'll fucking miss terribly, but on the other hand theres more people that i cannot stand. When i left Indiana i was upset because i had friends and family, but down here i've made friends who feel like family(even if they dont feel the same), and i feel like i dont have those friends back home anymore. I'm also tired of people who tell me what to do. Don't tell me how to build a motorcycle and don't tell me how to do my job.

ready for the nocoast.

Today sucked. My dodge has no lights, my apartment is covered in ants, my ford is broke, a buddy got fired, im fucking broke, and my computer has a virus.

But on the bright side, this is my dream knuckle. So fucking sexy.

another bad night

...alone

stand ordered, she comes apart soon!

Work & School.

After a long weekend of working my ass off, I realized that I kinda like my job. I'd rather be at work than school at this point. School does nothing but piss me off when I walk in the doors. I think its just all the same dumbass faces that I see there, almost all of them are fucking idiots who don't have the slightest clue about harley's, or motorcycles in general. At least when I'm at work I get new dumbass faces (even if the same guy asks the same questions about one solar powered light for 45 minutes straight). Since the moment I graduated high school I've accepted the fact that life, as I knew it, was over. Its time to have a shit ton of responsibilities and take control of life. Why? Why try and take control? Life is over. It starts now that life is going to start flying by. Hell, its already taken no time to get here. I'm sick of this situation, and I'm ready to graduate and fucking find someone. I'm just really ready to find someone. I know why I love my job, but I just can't explain. I wish everyone else would just piss-off.

Great Fucking Day.

I picked up a 79 D150. 360 backed by a 727.

Work was badass, dinner was badass.

Love life tonight.

(Except my damn clutch cable is broken.)

Oh, and happy st. pattys day!

GOLIATHON

http://goliathon.net/

Without Further Ado. Go fucking buy it.

happy valentine's day.

yep, another badass one.

on the bright side i did get to spend it with the one that i know wont let me down... unless i try and start it. hope yours was better than mine.

http://www.reverbsplash.blogspot.com/

go check that mother fucker out. his gal is good lookin' too.

shes all i need.

random garage shots.

thank god I have a life

Irony

I was watching TV the other day and I happened to flip to this...

Rainy Day...

Today I got the opportunity to get stuck in my garage for a while thanks to the rain and my apartment complex for giving me the garage on the other side of the goddamn state. The goal (which is most likely going to be a failure) was to fix the rear alxe on my shov. The chrome hex head with flats backed off while I attempted to adjust the rear chain. So hopefully a shit ton of locktite will do the job. All I need now is a chain to go over the rear tire and I'm hitting the hills.