The bosozoku style of Japanese custom bike is so far out there, the function of the bike as a motorcycle starts to suffer due to the fashion of attaching crazy fairings, exhaust pipes, tall tail seats, lights and horns. In many ways it is like the so called “post card punks”, the kids you used […]
Thanks to PJ Riley (drag racer, Suzuki expert, all around great guy) and Venture County Motorsports I am now the owner of a low mileage, dusty and crusty, 1980 CM400T. This is really the perfect bike for the Bosozoku build, as I’m assuming due to taxes or licensing, most of the Japanese gang custom bikes […]
Going back thru old Facebook posts, I started this project in earnest in August of last year. Here we are 10 months later and finally I have what can be called a motorcycle (with a straight face) again. It isn’t finished, not by a long shot, but it is good enough to ride around town, […]
Put the first base coat of paint on the tank today. I think it came out pretty good. Not sure if it needs a 2nd coat, or just go straight for the metalflake top coat and then the clear. I also mocked up the frame mounted 9″ headlight. I think its still a bit too […]
Most of them Aspire to nothing more than becoming an Escort, or being put out of their misery in the field of battle as a 24 Hours of Lemons racecar (Have we had a Lemons Aspire yet?). This one? It Aspires to be an MX5 Miata At least, that’s where these snazzy rattle canned alloy […]
Spotted this one in the parking lot while shopping at the local salvage yard. Its just the thing for when the gas starts to run out, and the un-dead walk the streets, don’t you think? Maybe add a turbo, some Kevlar inside the walls, and some expanded metal over the windows for when the shit […]
…and from the way the sun is shining down on him, I think somewhere up there Billy Carter is smiling down on me.
Because I’m stupid, I started with the number on one side of the car…And the stripe on the other side. Because I’m smart, and crazy, I’m shooting Rustoleum straight from a rattle can on a 100 degree day.
Bitchin’ rattle can and masking tape flame job can’t keep away the long hook of the law. If it talked its last word could have been “…then I’ll see you in hell!”
Found this in the junk yard. I checked, not full of dead clowns.