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SUNDAY POST–SUPERBOWL SUNDAY CHIPS AND SALSA I’m going to keep this as short as… I’ll just leave it at that. Let’s hit the news and watch the game, ride some, eat munchies ’til your blue in the face and drink. Just don’t get caught or ride afterwards. Corbin Sued By DealersRumor has it that Mike

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–ALL ABOUT SEX AND TIME TO RIDE Old shots and memorabilia courtesy of Bob T. It was going to be a strange night (Saturday night at the Bikernet Headquarters). The day started out sorta macab with a catfight dispute between Lawless and the Blonde. I sat at the table and looked at pretty

SUPER SUNDAY POST–WHEELS AND DEALS The master Bikernet illustration Jon Towle at LA Calendar Bike show. Not much happening, it’s overcast, like the death fog has attacked the coast. It’s threatening rain in San Francisco. Winter has sealed in much of the rest of the country and bikers all over are pacing the floors, watching

SUNDAY POST–TOO STRANGE TO MENTION I’m in a funky mood. We just hauled a truck load of split pine from the mountains to keep the headquarters warm during the onslaught of El Nino on the coast this winter. Whatta you bet it won’t fall below 75 for the rest of the season. We wound into

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–V-Rod Parts, Dallas Sway And Last Night Life is bananas and I’m grateful the holidays are past. Last night the strangest thing happened. I got a call from a girl in Newport. She wanted to meet. The operation was put into motion after prepping another feature bike for Bikernet. It’s a Muscle Bike

SUNDAY POST ALERT–STUFF WITH HEART AND SOME WITH NUTS I’ve got the chills. I haven’t eaten anything all day, but I shouldn’t. Yesterday I ate too many cookies, soups, enchiladas and god knows what else. Then as the rain fell outside she took a long soaking bath and jumped my bones. Then we got the

SUNDAY POST–A STRANGE EVENING LEAD TO A STRANGER MORNING SUNDAY POST–A STRANGE EVENING LEAD TO A STRANGER MORNING Last night was hot as it drizzled all over Los Angeles. I slipped across town taking Sin to a party of all women. I wasn’t allowed. I slithered out the back as I watched a flurry of

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–DAYTONA STILL AT IT, NEW MOTORCYCLES, NEW MOTORCYCLE OIL, NEW DEAL WITH HARLEY AND THE NHRA Hey, I had two bitches this morning and I was going to pull a Jose, but one escaped me. The most important one is still centered in my feeble brain. All our lives we’ve been faced with

SUNDAY POST–JUST BACK FROM ARIZONA I don’t know where to start. I clocked 950 miles this weekend on the King with new heads, cams, exhaust and air cleaners. It hauled my ass from one rain storm to the next and back again. What an idiot I was for riding out after Thanksgiving on the only

SUNDAY POST–BETWEEN THE SHEETS AND THE OPEN ROAD Cantina Babe of the week. It’s a never ending battle between the sexes, sex and freedom. The blond was all over me today about the Arizona ride and why she wasn’t invited. I could feel the cells in my brain packing a bedroll for more than just

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–WE’RE LOST IN MARGARITAVILLE A pal just called and told me that he was headed, on his ’61 Panhead to the Green Onion for mega-margaritas and flirtin’ with the waitresses. Made me think of the Cantina and the girls in the back room. Have your read the latest segment of the soap opera?

SUNDAY POST–LOVE RIDE RAIN REPORT Hell froze over, the Love Ride is under water, the world had gone to the dogs. Folks were still lined up at Jesse’s shop to buy T-shirts at his No Love Party as the streets of Long Beach became flooded. In fact his mug is plastered on a monster garage

SUNDAY POST–NEW MOTORCYCLE MANUFACTURER I’m outta here if I can pry the bristling blow dryer out of the brunette’s hands. We’re headed to the Custom Chrome Road Tour in Irvine, California to see what’s new and meet with Mr. Lucky himself, Ed Martin.Let’s get to the news quick: A TeaseHere’s a taste of a bike

SUNDAY POST–BIKERNET MAY BE FEATURED ON DISCOVERY Great goddamn day. We had the headquarters to ourselves last night, except that Sin was hoping to hook up with her new squeeze and it didn’t happen. She’s a vast and ever striking distraction to everyday bullshit. At night she consumes me with lust and fantasies, when we

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–THE WORLD IS NUTS, BUT BIKERS RULE Hell I don’t know what to say. I have nothing to complain about except that we seem to be riding on the brink of extinction. Bush’s Axis of Evil might throw all their cards into one pile and come after us. Our government will sit around

SUNDAY POST NIGHTMARE–THE BIKETOBERFEST REPORT Not sure where to start. We rode out to a heartfelt memorial for Randy Smith who created Custom Cycle Engineering. He was 70 when he slipped away last week after a fight with heart disease and liver conditions. Randy fathered 7 children. He had a chopper business in 1970 and

SUNDAY POST–TRUE CONFESSIONS Scott Jacobs new painting of racing legends I don’t know where to start off. Last night, Saturday night, was a myriad of highs and lows. I had a mission at 6:00 a.m. the following morning and didn’t want to party until dawn, but her body called to me. I survived, got up

SUNDAY POST ROCKS–DEALS FROM HARLEY, WARS IN ARIZONA We’ve been encumbered at the ivory tower offices of Bikernet. Com interviewing new cantidates for an office position. It’s not so much the girls but the position that we are concerned with. I’m trying to move to the news and head to Margaritaville, but a buddy arrived

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–WHICH WAY TO GO? I can’t figure Sundays out. Is it a day of rest and romance or what? For the religious they spend half the morning prepping for church and the rest of the day attending a manditory event. Almost every Sunday I get up with 14 projects on a list and

SUNDAY POST–PMS MADNESS ATTACKS HEADQUARTERS We’re half way through the last month of the Summer, but it hardly matters. Weather patterns are constantly changing. It might not rain here until January. This post will cover some of the bullshit we’ve been grappling with on the site, some of the successes and failures. Sure the code

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–WENT FISHING IN UNFISHABLE SEAS Ah, but what a time we had. Never caught a damn thing. Sin even went fishin’ for a new party girl and found one, but before she could land her in the boat the girl turned up pregnant. That blew Saturday night. Let’s get to the news: The

SUNDAY POST UPDATE–WHO THE HELL FINDS THIS SHIT What can I say. It’s hot as the hubs of hell today. Reminds me of the Carolinas last month and the Run For Breath–100 degrees and 100 percent humidity. It’s noon and I’m sipping a Bloody Mary and wondering what the hell I should be doing. I

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–VICTORY SCORES, BAD JOKES, DISCOVERY CHANNEL DATES AND MORE Photo of and from Bob T. I’m in a rush. All the women are helping some kids move into their first apartment. I hit it hard today with work on our massive Sturgis report, a report on a Jack Daniel’s tour, an all new

SUNDAY POST–GONE FISHIN’ SORTA I wish I knew what to say. It’s one of those coastal gloomy days that remind me of days, as a kid, when I scored a bad report card. I’m having a Jack on the rocks and wondering what the hell I’m going to do next week. As soon as I