
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.
