Next Logo

Instead of finishing my '73 CB500 chop, I've been sketching logos to work into Photoshop and Illustrator for two close friends, and of course, for Unholy Moto's next sticker-shirt-etc. Here's a preview.




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Shop in black and white

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The '65 Dash

From Tuesday evening.




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Rufus

If you knew the Swarm, or know Unholy Moto, you know Rufus Thelonious Monk Villani. He's the best. And unkept, unbathed, smelly, demanding, lazy, definitely a dog in manifested descriptives. But latently, to the people who know him, and especially to me, he is more human than most human beings. I prefer his company to yours. And on the days I work my paying gig, I miss him more than I could describe in a blog post. Here he is tonight, watching the computer and keeping me company.



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Armed

The armed and alarmed in our logo represents the need to have an alarm on your shop and to be armed whilst working there. After what I'm certain was a botched robbery attempt on the street tonight as I was walking to my booze dispensary, I've decided to carry at night, period. People are getting too desperate and brazen, and damned if some shit turd's getting the drop on me.




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Saturday Ride

Another perfect weekend ride, led by Swarm Svenghali RB.

Prettyboy Dam stop...




Say cheese! No, really...





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CB project headlight mock-up

Dicked around with it both ways. Gonna run it hanging, rested between the trees, with a metal Alex Knost-esqe surfer mounted on top of the headlight bracket (gonna fab it up this week). This also gave me the idea of naming the bike 'Street Log', which I will pinstripe onto the tank at some point.

Plan B- scratched..



This is the clear winner...



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Coffee Grinder Rehab

After a month with a broken coffee grinder, I finally got around to taking it apart to figure out why in the hell it wasn't grinding coffee. Turns out, a 3/32" tab (in the form of a 3/32" dowel through the motor's spline) had sheared.





So, after consulting with the machine God Merlin, I came up with a solution. Bore that bitch out to a 1/8" tab!

1/8" steel dowel...




Dowel inserted...



All work done at Unholy Motorsports, now an unauthorized Kitchenaid appliance repair and modification center.


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Dr. Glory

DicE Magazine has a back page column every issue titled Dr. Glory. It is the warm, gooey center in a delicious creme donut of a biker mag. Anyway, I got to meet it's author, Dr. Glory himself, and ride motorcycles with him. Turns out these fact-based stories sometimes mention a certain 'sea port.' Baltimore indeed! In order to protect Dr. Glory from being mobbed by other star-fucking readers, his face has been obscured.

Last Sunday's Ride

A few of us nuts got a great ride in last weekend. Weather and road conditions were as perfect as it gets. . .

Picture Story

Here's my past few days in reverse chrono order. . .

Pete's was a riot. Drank heavily with longboard skate dood and many friends of the 2-wheeled persuasion. . .

Here's the shop with the Trump backed in. . .

Helped Friends get stolen bike out of impound. . .

Hampden MICA student street art. I dig it. . .

The shitty electrics involved in a '73 CB5-Four. . .

Nice little Biltwell posts to weld on shortly. . .

The end. Look for pics from insane riding sesh manana.

-Screws

Soo much cool sh*t to post!

But, first I must descend on Fells Point for 1st Thursdays at Peter's Inn.

Barkeep Sam Holden and Owners Bud and Karin host the rowdiest bikers in town for drink, trading bullshit stories, and a few dick and fart jokes.

Peter's Inn

Poseurs

About a month ago, while returning from a USAR mission chasing Hurricane Earl, my convoy stopped in a town that just so happened to have the shiny and ridiculous anti-biker headquarters of OCC in it. Under protest, I walked in and promptly walked out, choosing to use this time to update family and friends of our homeward-bound progress.

While catching up on the blogs this morning, I ran across this at Greasy Culture

There is too much of this poser bullshit going down in the bike world. One of the things I love about having old bikes and cars in my life is the fully original people that also surround themselves in this and create such beautiful things. The antithesis of this is the OCC anticulture trainwreck. Someone that has blood on their hands for selling bikes and a pseudo lifestyle out to the mass media took it even further into the culture ditch to rob an image of a true art house bike builder for their shitty t-shirt.

Do your own thing. Or sit in front of the TV and get fatter and stupider, and continue to steal faux identities and be a poseur.

Mr. Schaaf's Cross-Country Ride

As I previously mentioned, I met Max Schaaf in Greenpoint Brooklyn a few weeks ago. While catching up on the blogs, I ran across this picture of his ride from and back to Oakland (7000 miles). He had said Friday night that it was a mess; this photograph is from Saturday's Invitational, and someone had obviously put a few rags on it.

Art.

Thanks to ChopperDave for the pic

Took the'65 C10 for a spin

Shitty clip, great run.

LA (does not equal) Baltimore

Found this stuck on Rocket's towel machine today. Pretty rad. Although I dig LA, especially In-N-Out, The Whiskey, Roscoes, and The Getty, I'm good on it not being Harm City.

*Update* It took me a few days, but I get it. See also latest post on Poseurs.

I think this is a UCD/ Lowside Syndicate job. Thanks for putting it out there fellers.

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Fall and Fire

Wish I had a rad story about riding to and from this camp fire, as it was in a remote area of Northeast W-by-god-VA. It was clear enough out to see the cosmic dust from distant galaxies among the stars. Even saw UrAnus.