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Too Late Sunday Post

Hey, Life is nuts and so is the news. Get this, the Post office is about cooked. They need to downsize or they will be out of business. They just don’t compete anymore with e-mail, UPS, or Fedex. They can’t pay the 5.5 billion dollar payment to fund future retirees’ healthcare benefits. Seems Congress has

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Historic 1914 Yale Twin

We were fortunate to stumble across two very rare Vintage Yale Motorcycles recently. One was a 1910 original paint single, one of three known to exist. The other is this sexy 1914 Yale twin. We decided after a heated debate to feature the ’14 because of its stylish art-deco appearance, detail and fit and finish.

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A Day at the Dago Races

As we ride the Earth looking for the next great, undiscovered biking destination, it somehow occurred to us to think outside the yellow lines, way out. Comic Con International, a gargantuan gathering of the TV, film and print sci-fi industry and its following herds of super hero and horror fanatics, was rumored to be a

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BROUGH SUPERIOR THURSDAY NEWS

Hey, We had a quick adhoc meeting regarding Bikernet projects. There’s been some pressure to reduce the number of projects, but in a sense I feel it’s the nature of things flying at us constantly. The key is saying, “No.” That’s a tough one around the headquarters. In the event of any question regarding projects,

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SUNDAY POST SEX

Hey, It’s another perfect day in Paradise. We worked on my Mudflap girl FXR most of yesterday modifying and mounting the Custom Chrome rear fender. We installed the new Progressive shocks and continue to monkey with the wheel and chain alignment. I need to think about a chain guard and some mounting issues with the

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Zen 2: Fire and Pain

Let thy chief terror be of thine own soul: There, amid the throng of hurrying desires that trample on the dead to seize their spoil, lurks vengeance, footless, irresistible, as exhalations laden with slow death and o’er the fairest troop of captured joys breathes pallid pestilence. –George Eliot 1889 “How much further?” His daughter asked

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