Girls of Bikernet

If you take a trip to a shop called Capone’s Street Rod Motorcycles, the name is a clue to the attitude/bike building philosophy, then emphasized when you check out its website taglines that include “Capone’s…Established Sometime in the 1920s” and “Sometimes We Rob Banks” and bikes with names like “Chicago Typewriter.” If you know your […]

I was going crazy. I was horny as hell and had the blues as I wandered into the new Easyriders Saloon and Steakhouse in Sturgis, on Lazelle. The wind whistled across the nearly abandoned street on Thanksgiving Day. The thermometer on the outside of the new western-styled clapboard, three-story building read 39 degrees. I needed

It was dark the night I rode into Rockingchair, North Carolina and found a small dank bar in the back of a motel. I don’t remember a name on the dark front as I rolled in on my stretched Shovelhead. It wasn’t anything to look at, and neither was I. I had ridden a thousand

There’s a sense of the blues engulfing me as I wander along the Continental Divide heading to or from Sturgis. I hum old R&B or Blues tunes, like Ask the Lonely by the Four Tops, or Don’t be Cruel as I wander over the open road and think of old loves. It’s the fate, the

Rolled into San Clemente after a crazy New Year’s Eve weekend South of the border that’s forever etched in my mind’s eye. Nothin’ like a fun filled weekend spent lettin life rip to the max in a little Mexican town packed full of beautiful sweethearts that love old motorcycle riders and good times. Just past

Editor’s Note: Jason volunteered the following description of his killer Buell based bobber, but it doesn’t cover our Girl of Bikernet, Jennifer Spencer, the hottie shot by Jerry Southworth. This bike and Jennifer were originally featured on the cover and inside a sizzling issue of Biker magazine. After cropping these shots, I wish… Goddamn I

I’ve been writing bike features for 40 fuckin’ years. Every goddamn story is different in one respect or 13 others. This one takes the cake. First the esteemed photographer, Michael Farabaugh, sent me the following hand-written sheets of paper. Then I called the Bare Knuckles shop and nobody answered. First, I called the number on

    Balls feature http://www.ballsbiker.com/           “When I have time…….I’m  Gonna….” Two of the coolest, most down home, what you see is what what ya get folks- I know, are Jeff and Salina Hill, residing in the world renowned Ney, Ohio.  I kid ‘em constantly cuz they never seemed to be

The brisk autumn air whistled across the forest as I made my way towards the last set of curves in my weekly “forest run.” There’s a stretch of highway just west of the interstate that holds 25 miles of curves and dips directly through part of the Sam Houston National Forest. I love to carve

It was the summertime and the living wasn’t easy. Nothing seemed to work, the internet was down, the e-mail system quit, and we had Department of Water and Power journeymen crawling all over the poles adjacent to the vast Bikernet Interplanetary Headquarters. They explained that as the street widening moved forward, the various agencies argued

   I had the blues not long ago, and I hauled them on my back to the bar. The Softail ran fine, but I was laid off six months ago, and immediately my abode relationship went to shit. She packed her upscale shit and departed because I wouldn’t sell my ride, although her two kids

I've got a story to go with this one. It doesn't have squat to do with Gard's shop, LA Chop Rods, or this too-hot model, Karlie Montana. We'll cover the shop aspect in the Tech Area, where topless girls are not allowed. On the other hand, we'll deliver most of Gard's product line, while explaining

Some bikes start like a harmless night out on the town with the guys. Remember, it turned into an epic bender, that you can't remember, but you know you had a good time and somehow ended up with a girl like Becky. This Evel G-Bob started off life as a bobber with a 21 inch

FEATURE REQUEST– Bandit, ya gotta do a feature on that stunning gal astride the Knuckle…. photographed by Jerry Southworth. What a honey….. better still, put her on a plane…… she can be my new office mouse! –Cheers….. Indian Joe We understand the sinuous desires a special woman creates, especially Sarah. We reached out to Jerry

It was one of those lonely Saturday nights in Ventura when I met this girl at Oil Can Charlie’s Bar. We were all alone when she smiled at me, and offered to close the bar early if I’d take her for a ride into the Ojai hillside. I was alone at the time, living in

The spray blasts hits high as a long slim gray “Cigarette“ rushes across the Mediterranean Sea close to Ibiza, the sunny island of easy living and beautiful people. The powerful offshore-boat thunders along the coastline, cutting the view into halves along the line of the horizon, dividing the scenery into sky and sea, leaving a

Throughout our lives we all have firsts, be it our first real ride, a first true love or even our first tattoo! I have been very fortunate to have my photos and words appear in a few national magazines a time or two, mainly just motorcycles and girls. These images are different; being the primary

Saxon motorcycles launched five years ago, just as the custom motorcycle market softened, but what the fuck did it matter? They knew the code. Most of the team made their livings in the construction industry. They understood they were building motorcycles for sex, not for profit. If they were in the business of building something

Here’s the deal. We’re working on Scotty’s feature in the free section of Bikernet, but during the interview I discovered Scotty’s seven kids and 30 year marriage. So, out of respect for the Scotty family we decided to slip the wild woman Peter Linney spread all over the Long Beach sand into the Cantina. This

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