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The high output of nice shaped customs by Thunderbike is meanwhile well known. Though they always come up with an even more spectacular design, a new shape. In late hot summer they brought the „Kreuzfeuer“ to light. A variation of the dragster-frame built by themselves. Based on this they built a flat and mean sight. […]

Editor's Note: This feature comes from the Viking in Germany. He writes his one features and is the master photographer. You'll find the story contains an interesting slant. “A dream comes true!“ Leonie yells as she sees this long highneck-chopper for the first time ready for shooting in our studio. “I was often jealous of

The bike in all it’s original, beat-to-hell glory! Several years back, Bandit bought this hunk of shit bike from Arlen Ness with the hopes of turning the pile of shit into a decent running bike. Having been friends with guys like Rick Fairless can help in times when a guy needs a kick ass custom

Let’s look at what we have. There is a country restaurant as the famous “Cattlemen’s Club” from the “Dallas” TV-series. We have a bike named “Graf Porno,” that says Earl Porn in English. Plus we have Alisha, an on-the-way-to-fame actress in the German erotic-business. So let’s make something out of it! How it comes to

Felicia Crowton, MILF and GOB. The response has been unbelievable! Ever since we started the GOB at Bikernet, we get swamped with e-mails, letters, even phone calls begging for more. Let’s face it, while we love Custom Bikes, most of us on the site love tits and ass even more. Even the lovely temptress of

I've got to tell you a story. It's almost true. I may exaggerate some, but the general facts are accurate. It started a couple of years ago when Charlie Brechtel and his clan, including Berry Wardlaw arrived at the Bikernet Interplanetary headquarters in Wilmington, California. Charlie is the magnificent leader of the only reputable Biker

Pavement as slippery as snot Visibility non-existent in front of rain-soaked shades A night as cold as a North Pole grave But her silken memory never fades Ninety miles an hour on a flat desert freeway My front wheel slicing the rain like a skater on ice Heart pounding against my leather clad chest Until

Three in the afternoon somewhere in Northern Colorado, I’m sitting in a tattoo shop, not quite three sheets to the wind, and my phone rings. It’s the photographer again. He’s been trying to get me down to Denver for three days. Lots of close calls. Usually it’s either the guy with the scoot or the

There are guys who don’t want to go with the stock-ones. Not satisfied with everything anyone else could maybe have. Peter Boese (last name means “Evil,” really!) is one of these. Driving Harley-customs for now 10 years and being a hobby-customizer for all the years he now wanted a totally self designed custom. First idea

Lean, stretched, and filigree, is the design of the long smooth-lined bike called “Mantis”. Fine bowed tubes, no hoses or fairings, no bad looking details to be covered or hidden. The drop-styled tank hangs beneath the spinal looking upper tube like a body part; organic and physically fitting. And the body parts of model Sam

70’s retro reminds me of acid flashbacks, free love, and jail time. Geoff Giles of G-Spot Customs located in Denver Colorado, has always looked up to Evel Knievel, and this bike is his second foray into a custom bike paying homage to his hero. The first bike Geoff did was the Evel G-Bob, which was

Bon Jovi sings, “Dead Or Alive,” while the detail-shots show pegs, pipes, ignitions. The silver scoot roars into New Year’s night. The daylight shows the lonesome rider in the desert and sun. Our eyes have a walk and the spirit is on holidays. Some minutes later the rider of the silver bullet arbitrates a dispute

Bandit called and asked me if I had anyone I could shoot for our GOB section. Now I can always find a young lovely for the GOB section but then he said, “who was special enough to be shot with a Sucker Punch Sally bike.” Ah, a tall order. I went to work immediately in

When Mr. Dave Nichols of Easyriders magazine gave us the “green light” to shoot the Fusion Chop, we were stoked. The first step was finding the perfect model who would fit the Fusion girl part. The search began. Let me tell you, it was no easy task. At the time, someone was working at the

Click to see more from Lucky Devil Damn that would make a good movie title. Oh well, I will ponder that later. You see, there is a reason I do not leave the computer speakers on all the time–that little damn noise my computer makes when I get mail. Today is a perfect example, started

Editor’s Note: We flew this feature in from Europe. I tried to leave the vocabulary alone. I gotta say that this is one helluva feature, as you’ll agree. It’s a street ride with a nasty looking babe and the photography is killer, enjoy.–Bandit The sun sets over the dusty old freight depot. Thousands and thousands

As we taxied the twin-engine plane I saw the waves of heat rising off the tarmac and could tell this trip into the AZ desert was going to be a hot one. The pilot planned to escape over the border, and I didn’t care. I was on a mission. The high commander at Bikernet gave

Oh Jesus! I awaken at the crack of noon after a weekend of sexual experimentations, the kind only a seasoned physician like myself could even perform, on South Beach, an area in desperate need of all acts desperate, a depraved hairnet of bums and models and naked trollops from Poland posing as decent citizens and

Editor’s Note: I started on this fiction, then a brother sent me these shots of this blonde and the two were destined to be together. Let me know what you think.–Bandit The smell of Wild Turkey mixed with the scent of steamy, spicy, oriental chili, as it boiled on Iron Buffalo’s single apartment stove. He