Monday, September 28, 2009

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Look what i got in the mail..

Ordered it on friday, got it saturday, pretty good for norway. Funny thing is i only ordered the three hoyo de montereys.. The cutter and extra cig was complementary, pobably because they didnt have the hoyo's i wanted.. But hey..needed a cutter anyway.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Definitions

Good words. They work.



"SAFE RIDERS
They are kind of wannabe bikers. They ride to Starbucks religiously and are pretty safe. That’s their ride. That is it. The climax of their motorcycle experience is buying more chrome for their decked out dressers. They can afford to buy fancy stuff, they’re old and have made their money. They ride in organized charities. They find community through religion mashed with bikes or through HOG chapters. They play dress up to ride their bikes and find it entertaining feel tough because their garb resembles what hardcore bikers back in the day wore. They find it cute that they’re not tough, but look tough. The identify with bikers.

MACHO BROS
Then there are the mucho-macho overcompensating types...the bros. These 40-somethings are often leather-clad, decked in jewelry, sportin' Affliction brand clothes, skull-danas on the head, and they're rockin' a goaty beard. They certainly connect somewhat with the tough-guy aspect of the biker image to find identity, confidence and community. They want to stand for something tough and respectful. They’re assholes that seek respect in numbers or image though they’ve done little to earn it on bikes. They throw money at their bikes and call it style. The same money is thrown at their boats, jetskis, quads, jacked up pickups, late model muscle cars, trophy homes, trophy wives and so forth. They live a comfortable life with no soul behind their interpretation of being a biker. There is nothing hardcore here, just another dude overcompensating for something and just so happened not to by the Corvette (or he may have that too). Like the bikers above, they’re older and fall back to their generation’s “rebel” to feel badass. That’s the biker image at work. Once again, they identify with bikers somehow.

THE REAL DEALS
Then there are the real bikers. There are directly derived from the One-Percenters and will destroy you and both of the above stereotypes with no remorse. They are extreme, crazy, unapologetic, outside the box, wild, dangerous and fearless. They don’t give a fuck. They police themselves. They’re in clubs on stolen bikes and have freshly raped and pillaged an unsuspecting small town. This is the original image that the American icon was born from. The kept the fire burning through the whole Baby Boomer generation. Don’t fuck with them. Yeah, we’re not that either. The identify with bikers because they actually live it. There is no pretending here.

PUNX ON BIKES
All of the above fit the definition of “Biker”. You see the pattern. There are probably a few more types of biker-inspired motorcycle owners that can be listed, but that’s not what I’m focused on. I’m bent on the next definition. This definition is spawned from a new generation. This countercultural attitude also comes from their generation’s rebels. However, it’s not directly from the bikers. It’s more like derivatives of punk in the absolutely loosest definition of the term. This generation rider saw punks as the miscreants of their day. Skate punks, the factions of rockabilly, SoCal punks, hardcore, original punkers, etc…it all seems to blend well with motorcycles the way our generation sees it.

ALTERNATIVE LINEAGE
The bike of a smaller stature than Dad’s is derived from the Black Tibetan by Jason Jessee an ex pro skater. The SoCal vintage-inspired, punk-ish feeling, look of the rider is largely via a Sinner named Denver Dan. The overall attitude feels less homophobic, more random, sillier, and DIY. Again, it feels more punk than biker. Obviously, the age is about a half-generation younger especially if you’re in the coastal areas. That’s because it takes years for the concepts of these trendsetters to find their way inland where you’ll find them a little younger.

NEW BREED NAMELESSNESS
I’ve watch people struggle to explain all “this” with a lack of grace. They try to spit out the definition when they needed a label to symbolize it. They needed a word instead of saying “3-quarter helmet Vans Dickies flannel younger dude with no beard on a modified smaller cruiser blah blah blah….” A term is the solution. I don’t want to name it because now it is too contrived, but I’ll at least throw a word out there that just to address the fact a term would be of service to all of “this”.

BIKERIDERS
I’ve had an honest word in my head for a while now. I’ve used the word Bikerider? Why? Because first of all, they ride their bikes. Because I saw younger faces of people perpetuating a movement in its infancy inside a book by Danny Lyon called “The Bikeriders”. In the book, Bikerider is an authentic word used 40 years ago to describe this type of rider before the word “biker” worn out. 40 years ago is when many claim the Harley scene had the most soul. 40 years ago is when the rebel motorcycle image crystallized and became an icon for baby boomers to never forget. Bikerider existed back then and seems it could be appropriated to all of “this” in the new generation.
Then, a friend of mine lent me a 15-year-old Ironhorse magazine. It had an article of a dude sporting the “look” that we exercise today. It was a billy/skater-looking younger guy on old iron, a non-biker. It was Jason Jessee on the bike that is now called the Black Tibetan. The name of the article was “Interview with the Bikerider”. That did it for me. Until somebody introduces to me something cooler, in my head I dub it bikerider. Now at least for me, I have a label for the scene that I like. Punk, gangster, skateboarder, BMX’er, hipster, faggot, trucker, biker, 909’er, etc… they all get names. We need one. I would like to have a little personal closure for a vision that I see."

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Feeling more pissed off than normal..

lack of sleep does nothing for my otherwise deep hatred of just about everything..

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Busy f*king Week!






So, Went to the Aberdeen oilshow to check out our films and hobnob with the drilling community..




Got My bike back after Harley Stavanger finally found the quiet baffles they forgot to replace..




And installed the Samsung 6 series 32" In our bedroom..

Phew..