We Believe...

We believe in going our own way, no matter which way the rest of the world is going.

We believe in bucking the system that’s built to smash individuals as bugs on a windshield.

Some of us believe in the man upstairs. All of us believe in sticking it to the man down here.

We believe in the sky, and we don’t believe in the sunroof.

We believe in freedom.

We believe in dust, tumbleweeds, buffalo, mountain ranges and riding off into the sunset.

We believe in saddle bags and we believe that cowboys had it right.

We believe in refusing to knuckle under to anyone.

We believe in wearing black, because it doesn’t show any dirt or weakness.

We believe the world is going soft, and we’re not going along with it.

We believe in motorcycle rallies that last a week.

We believe in road side attractions, gas station hot dogs, and finding out what’s over the next hill.

We believe in rumbling engines, pistons the size of garbage cans, fuel tanks designed in 1936, freight-train size headlights, chrome and custom paint.

We believe in flames and skulls.

We believe life is what you make it, and we make it one hell of a ride.

We believe the machine you sit on can tell the world exactly where you stand.

We don’t care what everyone else believes…

Amen……

Verona Bike Expo 2010...... e un po di Firenze!

Best in Clazz for me!!!

Almost the END........

I'm so exited to put some mile on it!!!

inspired me to research some of the great vintage “Wall of Death” acts. These crazed hoodlums from England started with thier fun in the 1920’s after being inspired by the American board track racers of the day. By the 1930’s, the idea had taken off and there were over 20 tracks setting up around the world and entertaining the masses. It got so popular that acts had to differentiate themselves by grabbing bigger and bigger sacks. Some of the more memorable acts include taking a lion around the wall in a sidecart and pulling a bear around on rollerskates… Yes, yes… crazy fuckers.

Shovel 79'