Sweet new ink.

Got an awesome tattoo and painting from Donovan at Lady Luck in Langley. Mitchi

POTTIE GOT NAILED!

LITERALLY!

bone

Thmpin'

North America Through My Eyes

So a few of you know about my trip.  For those who don't, I'll try and fill you in a bit.  Around the middle of August this past summer I had a trip planned to visit my family and friends back in Nova Scotia.  I had a return flight booked from Vancouver to Halifax.  About three days before I was going to catch that plane I received a call from Gus telling me the pistons I waiting on were finally in, I had been working on my motor with him every Monday for three weeks, maybe 3-4 hours a day.  I made a claim that I was going to cancel my flight, rebuild my motor and then ride my 68 Slab across North America (Solo), I kept my end of the bargain and in a day and a half the bike was back together and sorted.  I got my pistons on a friday and left at 6 AM Monday morning. So from here on out I will try and make a few posts a week including photo's and words.  I would also like to thank all of the filthy filths who helped me with the speed mechanics and everything else, mainly Mitchy and Andrew.

First time fire on the lift

All packed up around 2:00 AM, notice Mitchy's donation covering my seat 

Quick stop in White Rock 

Where I woke up on day two, well into Montana

Skid Plate

I have to write a piece about the man shown above.  Fist I will recap where I am was this point and how I got there.  Before I left I had decided it would be best if i took the I-5 to Seattle then head East on the I-90, the fuel, food and beer was cheaper for one and if I broke down the chances of finding help would be greater in the U.S.  Around noon on day two I was cruising along middle Montana and I rolled up on a Harley dealership.  At this point the only bikers I had seen were on the other side of the highway heading West on their way back from Sturgis.  When I pulled into the dealership to check it out, there was a rugged, aged man that rolled out of his tent onto the grass.  I powered down the garbage truck and had a look around, I decide he was definitely the most interesting person on the property.  I walked over to him and he looks at me and grumbled "Hey old Hippy!".  So him and I got to talking, he asked me where I'm from, where I'm going, the usual, but one thing he didn't ask me was "How can you just take off by yourself with no real plan?".  I could tell he was a seasoned road warrior.  So he was on his way back from Sturgis when he dropped his pully, he had to get a tow to the closest dealership.  They told him he couldn't sleep on the property, and that he would have to find a Hotel, from what I gather he pretty much told them to "Fuck off and fix my bike!".  After a while we start talking about his old Shovel that had been gone for years, then we talked about mine.  I told him the story of where and how I bought my bike, in that story I mentioned smoking some pot, anyway that fired him right up and we ended up behind the shop on a grass hill.  He pulls out a pipe and a pill bottle jammed with Medical Bud, we smoked a bunch and then hung out for an hour or so.  He called himself Skid Plate and had many stories of many places.  Before I got back on the road he gave me roughly a 1/4 to keep me going.

Grizzly

Bone zone

bone would like to take this opportunity to apologies  for being absent on a ride. sorry guys

PS-Ty.....my ten bucks is stapled to the graff wall at the mitchell compound

" Cold and Wet" a FMMF classic

Zap ties to rescue again.....

Count it as a club "ROLL",  Potts, torie, mitchi, Tizzle and XT virgin Brett take a scenic trail ride at eagle ridge, highline : snow, mud, iced puddles, donut madness...............3 Xts insured that morning. Cold as it gets on the Barnett hwy. Hands on the motor. Classic lepore: brand new Skate Highs.  Potts says to me before the ride" ty is gonna help me tighten up my wheels and true them", A new record Six broken spokes. Clown bike front wheel. We did 45kms /hr while he manhandled the roughrider all the way back to Pats Pub. Season ender Bender on Pender a total blast, Hot box sauna, thanks ...Mitchi

We finally collected $10 fine from the infamous J-Bone, his bike literally had to die to stop him from our snowenduro.

F-U mom

Rough club. The one on the bike used to be in Filth Mode! Rough crew, real mean!

Trading in the T for a Moped

The infamous Potts garbage truck

I have picked up a few shots of Chris Potties 68 shovel from the far reaches of the internerds blogosphere. From brooklyn to cali, the people love this bike and the kids story. We are all still waiting for potts to publish a post of his two month cross country adventure. Tyler and I are headed down LA in december to check out mooneyes and Chopperfest, and then rescue the shovelhead and haul it back. Anyone interested in joining us for some fun in the sun???

There is talk of our last enduro roll: Its either "Cold and Wet" overnight at a cabin or a day ride with motorcycho Norm? called "frozen snot".......The weekend of Nov.21 sounds good, two weeks notice for all the dads out there.........do i hear day permits? Lets make this happen boys, season never ends in the great white north....Mitchi

ps. check out mykroc.blogspot.com/ finally out of the dark ages; best painter and awesome guy
pps. Vicious cycles are playing Thursday at fortune on pender, i am blocks away if anyone wants to crash in my spare bedroom?

touching you, touching me.

Someone knocked Osama the fuck out in Gastown late saturday night. Talked to Hernan; we were partying after hours at 6 Acres after a cool show at the Rickshaw. i left a pretty girl holding two large rolling rock beers and headed for the ATM around 2am. Only i never returned. Didnt make a withdrawl, and did not get robbed. Cut above my eyebrow, super sweet shiner, and zero recollection. Picked up and cleaned up from VGH by little sister and potts, shes got good iphone photos to come.Osama Bin Mitchi

HALLOWEEN

The meeting went well, no real yelling, progress was made, we are thinking a "wet & cold roll" could be fun, or shitty...more to come. Also last sat night Osama took a hit from militants around the walldorf, any information fourthcomming would help.
Halloween was baby fest on East Pender, Osama bought a crate of fire power and we all had a blast.
Side note* who snatched the triumph 500 on craigslist for $850 bones, i called and missed! Just wondering, Side note #2* Myk you buy that pan in Langley last week, was so curious what that bike looked like. Hope you snatched it, sounded like a good deal.

Jihad for Life...