Holy Hood Bush

Hood Bush turned out to be one hell of a dirty bike show indeed.  Killer bikes, beer, food and some amazing people showed up for the event.  Getting through the mud may have been a bitch, but without it, it just wouldn't have been the same.  Chrome looks way better dirty if you ask me.  Sponsoring a show / birthday party with this crowd has been New Frontiers honor and privilege.  The only reward needed was getting to be a part of the good times and meeting new people who weren't afraid to get dirty.  Our hats are off to the Valley and the Haints for getting together and showing their generosity and true colors the way they always do.  Here are some of the highlights of the day.  Enjoy.

Parts for vice

Hooked some parts up for Moon to throw on Vice before Hood Bush.

Laced up

Jr's spool is looking real fancy on these rims for Sugar Free. 

Panorama Ding Dong

Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow is a mystery,
Today is the Golden Age in between

That kind of day!

Frontiersman

The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breathing,
I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,
Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,
Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings,
Those of the open atmosphere, coarse, sunlit, fresh, nutritious,
Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with freedom and
command, leading not following,
Those with a never-quell'd audacity, those with sweet and lusty
flesh clear of taint,
Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents and governors,
as to say Who are you?
Those of earth-born passion, simple, never constrain'd, never obedient,
Those of inland America.

Some shop pics. 

Glorious Friends

The one and only Moon of the Haints sent a little shop gift today and put a smile on our faces here. He is a Prince among men. Thanks for the banner Moonbaby

Full color logo

Fuckin' Love This Country.

America, at one point in history, fueled imagination.  She inspired creativity and provided a safe haven for independence.   At this point in history, our grandfathers worked for a living and their fathers shed the same blood and sweat.  There where swindlers and snakes, but even they had to work for their keep.  I wish this was "our" America as it once was "theirs."  I hope that one day my children will see what was lost and try to rebuild this once great land.

We will continue to go against the current grain.  We will pursue the freedoms that have been stolen from us by creating and molding our lives around the great predecessors of our past.  We will build.  We will sweat and bleed into our vintage bikes.  When we are behind our fore fathers bars, we will catch their freedom in the wind.  We will breathe for them.  We will ride freedom back into the roads of our America.

Happy 4th fuckers.

Hood Bush

We are humbled to be a sponsor for this event. Be prepared to be there


- Doug Furious

Vice

Vice on the cover of the Horse. She has since moved on to a loved friend who is adding his shaman magic to make her more glorious then ever.


- Doug Furious

New Frontier

His name was unknown, and they say he wanted to be
a wandering man. The story goes that he was a man of proper wit and adventurous
spirit, suited to the open road. Nobody knows whereabouts he comes from and
don't seem to matter much. He was a young man and ghosty stories about the tall
hills didn't scare him none. He was looking for a Harley Knuckle or better. He
settled for a Pan but damn, it was a genuine Harley, and you couldn't get no
better. Bought him a good pair of boots, a map, and other truck that went with
being a wandering man, and said good-bye to whatever life was left behind.
Welcome to the New Frontier