Hold the presses, our super popular 1″ Shorty Risers are now available in a bad ass black finish!!! These bare bone beauties are nothin but raw, hardcore puuuurrfection! The shorty risers feature a slammed 1″ rise with 1/2″x13 threads. If you have been searching for a unique bare bone finish for your front end, the […]
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May 18th, 2010: Rolling out of bed, it was boot-tough not to notice the steely gray of the clouds blocking out the sun. The dips in the pavement filled with water from last night’s rain. Although, the party wasn't scheduled until 6:00 PM tonight, I was anxious to strap the bags to the fender and
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Things happen in the past that always come back to haunt you at some point, some good and some bad. Roebling Road Raceway in Savannah, Georgia is one of those. My first time at the track in 1990 was on a brand new Yamaha FZR400 with a freshly earned expert license. Eager to get the
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Campboy hasn’t been the same since our cross-country ride in ’97. In fact, I haven’t been quite the same, either. But Campboy is much worse than I am . . . at least in my opinion. Campboy started a bike project following Laughlin this year that he thought would solve his problems, at least with
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“Do you haf to ride to zees job?” The German Feminine asked.I noticed something in her eyes which was altogether rare in the world of Germans- emotion. “Why?” I asked. “I sink you should haf a stronger helmet. Perhaps a Deutsche(German) helmet.” “Shiiiit,” I laughed as I headed to the garage to get El Diablo, the big twin
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I started to write how timely it was to be reviewing this book just before the Fourth of July and how it could remind us to value our freedom. Then I realized how trite that can sound. As Americans we should treat every day like The Fourth of July. We should never forget why this
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Los Angeles International AirportLos Angeles, CaliforniaI laid my H&K USP .45 on the counter at the check-in booth for TWA airlines. The attendant eyed me with wary disdain as he examined the gun to make sure it was unloaded. It’s completely legal to carry firearms underneath any commercial airliner and there was nothing he could
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Once upon a time, there was a country dominated by an Iron Hand. All of its vast resources were hoarded by the State and dedicated to maintaining its military might. Ronald Reagan called it an “Evil Empire” that we had to guard ourselves against. Individual freedom of expression was frowned upon and conformity was just
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Ponder cagers whatever way you want, but some of them are really, really cool. We are of course not talking about your run-of-the-mill average, produced-by-the-thousands 4-wheelers. Nope, we are talking about those classics created around the same inspirational spirit that makes us build and ride custom motorcycles: Hot Rods and Custom Cars. More than 2,000
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Afterour previous blog posts about extending your motorcycle cables and brake lines,and another about measuring for comfortable bars, we thoughtit’s about time to take on the topic of cables all by themselves. Harley Throttle Let’sstart with HD throttle cables. Inthis modern era we use a two-cable system, something that was mandated by thegovernment to preclude sticking
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On the map it was to be seen as a small red square set flush against the Equator, for all the world like a scarlet kerchief hung up to dry on a line. That was how Terry Devine expressed it when he first located it in his old school Atlas, but he didn’t know then
For the printed version, find the lastest issue of Cycle Source Magazine, but not at Walmart Stores. Author's Note: Funny you should run an article on how fucked up Wal-Mart (from Cycle Source Magazine) is treating its potential suppliers, trying to come off as some holier-than-thou corporation saving us from ourselves by keeping objectionable material
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There’s a wild air cleaner from Paul Cox. I’m going to say, and I might be off base, that most carbs are rebuilt for a couple of reasons: either they sat too long, sucked bad gas, or ran without an air cleaner too long. I would venture to guess that most carbs on custom bikes
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There were too many boxes to pack on the bike so Sullivan hauled his kids' Christmas gifts to the UPS office in his boss's van. A worn out but sympathetic clerk took his money, reminding him that the holiday was only two days off and there was no way the kids would get the presents
“If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him.”–Voltaire (1694 – 1778)When I first took to the road, I only desired to experience firsthand what was known exclusively to the earliest of worldly explorers. Discovering not just a new place, but living a new life, a new culture, a new fuck under
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The smell of Wild Turkey mixed with the spicy boiling Top Ramen scent on Iron Buffalo’s single apartment stove. A loner, he worked for Custom Chrome, lifted weights and tinkered with his only major possession: a hot rod chopper. He sipped the drink as he stirred the vegetables and steak-chunks and thought about his recent
“Okay, beam me up Scotty.” Tinker put down the phone and stepped into the pentagram.Eight hours behind and nearly five thousand miles away in Vancouver, Henry flicked aside long grey hair, wiped his granny glasses, and checked an identical ‘gram on the floor for the umpteenth time. He returned the detailed instructions to the envelope
The teardrop tank was full. So was my wallet. My coal black chopper burned rubber and blended into the asphalt stretching below me and the dark sky above. The milestones popped out every other minute and so did stars from behind clouds. Sturgis conquered I was off to see Sofie at the town beyond the
As he headed home in the small hours with the baffles closed on Poke’s open duals and Bonzo snoring snug as a dormouse inside his jacket, Tinker heard the screams. He traced them to a bus stop where a trail of spilt handbag crap led to the darkened mouth of an alley.Coasting up, his headlight
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“Some geezer wanting to unload an old Indian,” the snout had said over his free beer. “Got the address right here if you see me right.”That had lured Tinker into one of those concrete concentration camps laughingly called ‘estates’. Nobody with any sense went there, nobody with any choice. Dumps for the chumps and gutters
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The cemetery, the morning we brought poor dead Mokes to it, was quiet. Very quiet. The Spring sun in the blue sky was quiet. The air was quiet. The birds were quiet. And the small group of mourners standing over by a gravesite in silent prayer, they were quiet too. We approached the group with
Tinker saw a bike stalled at the side of the country road and pulled over. It’s what you do, hurry or no.“You okay?’ The question was superfluous. A gormless spottie stood irresolutely beside his neglected-looking Japanese one-lunger. “Crapped out on me, didn’t it. Now the pig won’t even start.” Spots lit another fag; there were
Tinker stood in the tiny cubicle and relaxed. His reflection finally appeared in the mirror and he combed the tangles out of his silvered black hair , tying it back in an inconspicuous queue. His full beard had been trimmed, even worn a clean shirt and tie. Quick check of the wrist watch, deep breath–Show
