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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

SUNDAY POST MADNESS–ALL ABOUT SEX AND RELATIONSHIPS Last night Sin and I entered a bar in Long Beach, California. It was a jammin’ place full of strange looking females. Long Beach has it’s share of gay bars and at first, from the corner across the street, I suspected that we weren’t in the correct section

SUNDAY POST–SMOKIN’ DAYS IN THE CAROLINAS–A TRIBUTE TO THE RUN FOR BREATH She hung with her daddy’s custom Softail all day in the blistering sun. Her bikini matched the color of the scooter. Nice bike, I think. I’m not sure where to start. Last weekend was a heat wave whirlwind of seven hour plane rides,

This is the license plate issued for my 2001 Gambler/Special Construction As I pulled to a stop in my driveway, every detail that went into the construction of my new bike raced through my head. It had just completed its first ride, a 250-mile round trip break in. Motorcycle riding wasn?t exactly new to me.

Sunday Post Headline Woes AND YOU SAY YOU’VE GOT PROBLEMS BUCKY?– Just received the letter regarding the Sunday Post I owe you, stating you would cause me trouble as you thought the article should have been posted long ago and you couldn’t see why it wasn’t. When you talk about trouble, let me enlighten you.

SUNDAY POST BREAKING NEWS–100th Anniversary Bikes Released On Bikernet It’s actually Saturday morning and I’m going to be a wrenching fool today, preparing for the run to Ventura tomorrow for the ECF Concert to support the kids. Okay, so I know that this is unbelievable to have the Sunday Post launched in such a timely

SUNDAY POST–SUV GANG HITS BIKERS This news is going to be as bizarre as last night. I worked my ass off all day on the Amazing Shrunken FXR. I cut ground and welded with our new Miller MIG until I almost thought I knew what I was doing. Still am trying to get a feel

SUNDAY POST–NEW BIKER MOVIE IS ON THE ROAD I have a major gripe about the constant anti-smoking terror ads. If I was awash in money I’d run billboards along side theirs with images of cars and how many people die annually, and fatty foods, and airplanes, you name it. It’s all anti-freedom bullshit. Okay, so

SUNDAY POST—SPAM MUSEUM OPENS Hell, I don’t know what to say. The weekend has been bananas. Yes, I confess that I hauled the dual Mikuni, ’48 Pan Head to the opening of the Route 66 Road House and Joker Machine Bike Show in Duarte after fixing my brakes on the Touring Chopper. Then I hit

SUNDAY POST–FATHER’S DAY SPECIAL Hey, for all you dads, I hope you’re getting a break today. Being a dad can be tough in today’s wacky world. May the road always be a friend to you. For all of us outlaw muthers who have been drawn more to the road than our families, what can I

SUNDAY POST–TROUBLE AT EASYRIDERS AGAIN I have a tough time with news from Easyriders. I have always had high hopes for that company, even when I didn’t agree with the direction. I’ll keep the report short and directed only to our esteemed Cantina Crowd. It’s been a strange weekend. I’m never the type to lay

SUNDAY POST–SUMMER’S UPON US Little samples of Japanese bikinis Damn it feels good to sense the sun looming late into the evening as we motored up to Joe Josts ancient pool hall in a nasty Long Beach area for a brew and a pickled egg. My riding partner, Richard Kransler, who was twistin’ the wick

SUNDAY POST–MARGARITAS, WELDING SLAG AND SEX I was buried in the ancient craft of metal art between margaritas and chasing broads around the headquarters when a scooter pulled up in front of the headquarters and honked. A few brothers pull that from time to time and just blast away, but this scooter spat loud exhaust

SUNDAY POST–WHAT GIVES? It’s Sunday and I’m trying to dodge events, get some work done around the headquarters. We are constantly upgrading the security here, but I can’t work with this little blond blaring the stereo constantly. Maybe I’m getting old. Yesterday we cruised into the hills of Santa Paula and retrieved the mighty VL