The Weekend Roundup

    Bandit has been ‘relaxing’ in Berry Creek, Ca for the last few days with the infamous Bob Bitchin, who created Biker News, Biker Magazine, and Tattoo Magazine, and along with his wife Jody, are the driving forces behind Latitudes & Attitudes / Seafaring Magazine.   Bandit comes home tonight, so all the peace […]

Hey, Daytona is in full swing and we have reports rolling in already. Folks ask all the time, if I’m coming to Daytona. Here’s a taste of Sunday at the headquarters. We’re rocking rapidly on the Sunday Post, which includes our Bikernet Blog, comments manager, and answering e-mails. We are working on the Mudflap girl

Hey, It’s Sunday, the rain is gone, and Ray Wheeler, the new Bikernet Tech Editor, hit the road as the sun crested the Bikernet headquarters. He’s a long-distance rider who can’t stand to be away from his turbo-charged twin cam for more than a couple of hours. We had a meeting planned for this weekend

Hey, Life is bananas on one hand and fantastic on the other hand. Did you read that Buell is coming back? Yes, they signed a deal with S&S after Erik got the factory to back off on his no-compete contract. And did you see out feature on Victory stores is Australia?  That means Victory is

Hey, Another Crazy Day in paradise by the Los Angeles Harbor. Friday we made a run out to the new Big Bear Choppers Service center, just east of Lake Elsinore, California. Doc Robinson, the esteemed Tech Editor for Heavy Duty Magazine in Australia, and I spoke to Kevin Alsop, the boss of Big Bear. It

Yo, I’m going to try to make this quick. I need to read through all my book chapters one more time and watch the SuperBowl. The shop is quiet, the girls left me, and it’s gloomy outside. Everyday I check the weather and the construction outside the building. I’m looking for a window to road

Okay, This is a different deal for this weekend. Sin Wu ran off to Australia for a fortnight. Coral ran off with a little Mexican girl, and I’m trying to make it to the Grand National Roadster Show on Sunday. So I’m going to eat leftovers, drink Jack Daniels and attempt to launch a Sunday

Hey, I’m staying on track today with my pre-game Sunday Post timing. This is slated to be a helluva post, no news, all bullshit, but fun. What the hell. Life is rapidly becoming way too complicated. Let’s keep is simple, fight for freedom, chase redheads, and ride forever. Let’s hit the news. I’m about to

Hey, It’s another beautiful day in paradise. I heard that Saturn will align with Jupiter this summer and we will have 18 months of abject prosperity. Get ready for good times. I’m going to test ride the 5-Ball Factory Racer later today. We are working with our official Bikernet artist, George Fleming on a logo

Hey, It’s all coming into focus, our Mantra for 2011. It’s not easy, but we’re getting there. Here’s the deal, first our goals for 2011: Build two wild, single loop FXRs and ride to the Diablo Run, then Sturgis. Write a Screenplay about Freedom in America, around motorcycles. I’m building a team for this effort

Hey, Well, we’re flying into the new year. I ran through five chapters of my Motorbooks project yesterday, and felt good about it. That was a relief. I may try to hit another bunch of chapters today. This project turned into a haunting homework assignment. I always want to learn from each writing project, and

Noel, Noel, I had one request for Christmas, the autobiography of Mark Twain. Unfortunately, the kid responsible, missed the boat and they were sold out. That’s typical for some kids nowadays. They wait until the last minute, then make excuses. This kid didn’t give up entirely, and bought me several, very cool books, one was

  Hey, This is nuts. It’s raining cats, and Sheppard’s in Long Beach, California, like Seattle rain, for a week. Look out the window. It’s like Connecticut in the winter, gray, cold, and wet everywhere. Even the Bikernet Dogs don’t know what the hell to do. And of course this was the IMS show weekend

Noel, Noel, It’s that magical time of year. There’s nothing like it on the planet, yet time screams on, and the project list doesn’t falter. Yesterday I could have planned to hit the Long Beach Boat Parade, through the crowded Naples Island traffic. In fact I Installed a 42 mm Mikuni carb on the CrazyHorse

Hey, This is a strange overcast on the coast,  Sunday. I’m slightly hung-over. I have a drinking code. First, never mix your drinks. If you’re drinking beer, stick with it. Don’t mix in Jager, or Rum. I messed with the code last night. We hit the Los Angeles boat parade circuit, on Zack’s Boston Whaler.

Hey, Another strange day in Paradise. Sometimes I stumble around this joint in a fog. I’m grappling with this tech on the 5-Ball factory racer. It has never run properly, and I’m slowly eliminating any potential problems, if I don’t add some myself. We messed with the carb and determined that the intake wasn’t the

Hey,               It’s the Sunday before Thanksgiving 2010. Another year just slipped past in the blink of an eye. I’m starting on chapter 17 of my 1%er book, and hopefully today I will fix the 5-Ball factory racer once and for all time. I have a bleak confession to make on this week of

  Hey, This is an interesting day. The Retro Love Ride is happening as I type this. Unfortunately I couldn’t make it. We threw a Pre-Love Ride party Friday night just after I roamed through the halls of the massive SEMA automotive convention and I caught the airport mung, plus I needed to rebuild my

  Hey, This is one of those strange days. I thought the Sunday Post was doomed to be lack Luster, and I would take heat from our readers. But then I started digging and the news kept coming. I actually took a break from writing projects and hit the shop. Mr. Soto and I blasted

HEY, How’s the weather? This has been the strangest October in the history of SoCal. Mother Nature threw the wrong switch and we jumped from summer to wet winter overnight. I wish she’d get her shit together. The Love Ride is just around the corner and we need dry streets. Folks usually fly out to

  Hey,   Wait until you see the flicks of old gas stations from the ’20s. Smacks of simpler times. Is there a way to turn the clock back, to simplify our lives? Remember when we had one motorcycle and two girlfriends, no mortgage, no car payments, no computers, no cell phones, no My Space,

Hey, The girls keep coming from Vegas. Now I’m bummed I wasn’t there with Branscombe Richmond and his Renegade Posse Band. Yesterday I tried another 5-Ball Factory Racer ignition fix test, unsuccessfully. It blubbers at mid-range, and we can’t find out what’s happening with the Crazy Horse Engine. Must be something I’m doing… Then I

Wow, I’m screwed up. For some reason I thought the Love Ride was behind us, when it’s a month away in November. New deal this year. We’re rolling the clocks back to a time when the Love Ride weaved a pack of Harleys from Glendale to Calamigos Ranch, in Malibu, California. The deal this year

      Hey,   Cannonball wraps up today. I had a suggestion for the future. My thoughts included a Cannonball every other year, and each rally we would move the bikes up a decade. So the next Cannonball would include bikes older than 1926, the next run would reach to 1936, and so on.