we kept ourselves entertained
filthy frank fell asleep and had to be dealt with
hey, wha happened??
checked in and frank cleaned himself up
and we drank
and drank
and drank
and drank
i know sarah, he is kind of a dick isn't he?
yeah, harlan, you heard her
then it was time for a workout
we worked out till we just couldn't stand anymore. it took about 34 seconds
elevator to the room
and it was time to crash
bright and late the next afternoon, we made it to the show.
killer shovel at the custom chrome booth
sarah was really impressed by it
procharger
baker drivetrain showing off their brand new 4 speed trans
ron finch. some think this shit is silly. i think it's badass and in person, positively mind blowing
super-seventies shovelhead built for the 40th anniversery of street chopper mag
oil tank under the trans
classy paint
and super skinny single row exposed chain primary
this triumph built bu Kris Krome won the world championship of bike building
no chrome, all polished stainless and aluminum
the entire top half of the frame including the fuel tank pivoted for steering
tiny
this indian was at the kiwi indian booth
here's the note that was on it
xr750s
nice little yamaha from Mr. Lucky's
and a hardtail evo sportster ffor pigpen. dig the gooseneck frame from paugcho
paugcho 45
and if i had to ride a bagger...
nice knuckle
by that time we were starving and went for food. everybody fell off the top of escalator right after i snapped this pic. dumbasses were too busy looking behind them and not in front.
donwtown cincinatti
love
and EJ's tiny dessert.
there were a ton more bikes and parts that i didn't get pics of, and the biltwell party was a straightup rager that i really didn't want to take a camera to. we drank a lot more and played the game "car" all the way home. if you haven't played that game, you're really missing out. that's it.
