G-rog!

The bike on the left at the rear of the pack is owned by one of the raddest dudes I've ever met.

George, is the so called guiding light for the rest of us. He always has tools when one of us breaks down, because we're too stupid to bring our own...He always has a cigarette when I've just smoked my last one and really need another...

A helping hand during the build process, when my own two hands couldn't quite hold what I needed when I needed it still.

George, is just one of those guys, who's always there at just the right time. He's a cold beer on a hot day, a clear vision when my eyes are full of doubt.

Sure, he might have some weird ideas and thoughts on bikes...but thats what makes him an Ignoble. Although, I don't think he think's he cool enough to be one...he is, without a doubt in my mind one of us.

Shit, the guy has a 750, and just bought a cool little 400...where he could have bought something alot shiner and nicer...and newer, but he finds the beauty in them, just like we find the beauty in the bikes we ride.

He's thinking about chopping the 750, and I'll be sure that I jump in and help him as much as I can, its the least I could do...

and when your cigarette ashes itself out, this time, allow me to be the one to light it for you.

Swapmeets rule

getting an early start...

I know its a few months early, and I'm not known as an individual who plans anything ahead for longer than 12 minutes...But, I have decided to take on a noble new years resolution.

Any one of you fuckers wearing one of these after jan.1,2008 can expect to be slapped in the middle of the market mall food court.

Counting down the days...

I can't wait to get the fuck out of this
city.

I can hear the beaches of Baja calling my name.

the other day...

while validating ourselves for pretending to be "working", El Shawn and I began discussing something I find myself daydreaming more and more about.

What would you do if you in fact won the lottery?

I tell you one thing that is certain...none of us would work another fucking day in our lives.

That is all I will say...think of your own fantasy...

and you don't win if you don't play...

I really like this song...

and there are some, who might not agree with my musical tastes.










perfect.


http://media.jadetree.com/Jets_To_Brazil-Cat_Heaven.mp3

learn it. live it. love it.

genius' come in all sizes...

Who is that special someone......

I mean really, who finishes building a bike at 3 the night before only to take it on a 120 km shakedown ride the very next day..... that kiddies is an Ignoble. Wild eyed crazy hair punks who love to ride, at least that what is owning a motorbike should be all about. Riding, thrashing beating the fuck out it and fixing it only to do it all over again.





Wrenching with friends, it is the best of times. Sometime the night before the shakedown run.






The final countdown.





A well deserved break in the shade, after the hard grueling miles in near prefect weather, and riding with your buddies, and not having a breakdown or wardrobe malfunction.

Hey people! The show is on the otherside of the street.....The ride home was uneventful, except for losing El Shawn about midway, oh and his carbs acting up, but I think it might have that one licked by now.....4 months later.

A couple of shots from a ride late this year, luckily for us we finally had someone to take some great riding shots. When we left it was balmy -2 degrees, and when we returned +15. It was a great day.




















One bad M.F.

Ride your bike.

as of lately, I've been extremely fortunate to have some great friends.





Some, I've known for a while, some I've only recently met via the internet.





Either way, I consider them friends.





Some give up their shop, their free time away from wife and kids, others have given their undivided attention, and listen to my ideas and thoughts.





But, these are the friends who are a stones throw away, who I can always count on.





Lately, I've managed to take on some new great friends, without having met once.





Parts. Genuine HD parts, which could easily have been sold for a small fortune, but oddly enough, were sent my way for nothing.





Mind you, they're the real deal old school biker guys. They'd sooner die than throw some old part away, and rather see it go to someone who'll appreciate it. I think they see a bit of themselves in their yester year in me...and are proud to see someone try and carry the torch.





Long gone are the days of real "brotherhood".





A hand up when a friend is down, a word of encouragement, and free shit.








I'm not a religious guy by any means...but lately, I've been feeling blessed.

Thanks to the marvels of the internet...

and most of all, thanks to my "brothers" here.

The two coolest fucking bikes in the southern part of Alberta...if not all of the province.

Built by two of the finest, raddest dudes you'll ever meet. I owe a lot to these guys, of which I would not know of a way to fully repay them...nor would they want anything in return.