Girls of Bikernet

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

Get an e-mail from confidant and photo man Curt Lout that says… Bandit’s on me like leaky oil on a Shovelhead. I'm going to shoot G-spots black bike on Sat. the chick is Gina. She’s reliable, as far models go…get it handled soon or you an I are going to get shot and buried in

The boss and the broad. We’re not sure where everything went wrong? I was on my way to Phoenix to shoot a bike for the Horse Backstreet Choppers. Johnny Goodson, proprietor of Insane Custom Cycles in Glendale, Arizona, built a bike and documented each and every step for a build series for the Horse BC

From fabrication, engines, ground up restoration, and custom paint, Savage Cycles does it all. A lot of sacrifices have been made by the crew at Savage Cycles in order to succeed in a business full of challenges, and obstacles. However, Sean Snyder, president of Savage Cycles, and his partners Mike Dixon and Jeremy Gordon managed

Here in Southwest Texas the weather stays warm enough to warrant us bikers to ride year round. It is not uncommon to wear shorts on Christmas while playing horseshoes with the family in the backyard. Because of this, we are able to also celebrate our lifestyle later than others in the country. Last year, due

We’re running through strange times. Wars, terrorists, club wars, gang wars, religious wars and television. Nothing’s sacred. It’s on TV before the dust settles. Everyone jumps at a chance to shine on the tube, and some run from it like the black plaque. I remember when bikers hid from society and the law. Now they

As I was catching up on Bikernet.com news one morning I saw where Bandit had sent me an encrypted assignment in one of the articles. Buried at the end of his article about the LA Calendar Bike Show, he mentioned that he had found a couple of sic choppers that happened to be from Phoenix

If this feature doesn’t light your fire, well then your wood’s all wet! Have you ever seen a pictorial on a bike or a girl and hated the fact that it was chopped down to just two or three pictures? Sometimes there are bikes that are so beautiful; a whole magazine full of pictures couldn’t

Occasionally we receive girl prospects from other photogs or web sites. Jack McIntyre of Bikerpics.Org tossed Leslie on our loading dock. ”She was great to work with,” Jack said handing me her dufflebag. “As I gather more cash, I'll hopefully be doing shoots like this weekly.” I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but

There’s nothing like riding 2,100 miles to the Badlands and being greeted by the Girls of Bikernet, Kimberly and Beki. This experience went beyond a couple of knockouts saying hello as I rubbed 60 weight on my sunburnt face and downed my first Corona. Kimberly, the exotic burnette and Beki, the tall strawberry blonde, came