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Parking Lot Bike of the week
There’s not a doubt in my mind that we’re in some kind of golden age of custom bikes when it comes to creativity. Compared to the typical high-end build of, say, seven or eight years ago, that seemed to follow basic, eventually boring formulas of glitter and glam, the builders of today follow no rules and back it up with wonderful imagination. Too many of the custom bikes of mid- 2000s looked like the only drag race they could ever even attempt to do was on RuPaul’s Drag Race.
Published in Bobbers
We’ve all had “the perfect custom bike” stuck in our head that we would’ve liked to build or wished we at least owned, but never got to. That doesn’t mean we’ve given up yet, but we’re only waiting for that right time and/or financial windfall to pop up. Yes sir, we’ve got the best taste and ideas and unfortunately are only lacking the skill and money to show the world what perfection really is. Usually it’s vintage-based around a Flathead, a Knucklehead, a Panhead, a Shovelhead, or even one of the combos you can make out of these lovely engines, but everyone’s got their perfect mill running around in their head. A few of us are lucky as hell to actually take that mental image sometimes called “brain pictures” and turn it into a living and breathing (I think so anyway) mental motorcycle. Ray Lianes of Cutler Bay, Florida, is one of those guys with this retro 1959 Harley-Davidson Panhead chop that looks like it might be straight from the late ‘60s or early ‘70s.
Published in Bobbers
Chopper. What was once a constantly misused and overused term has now come full circle with only the hardcore people I know referring to their bikes as choppers. The universal term custom covers just about everything these days from mildly modified stockers to whacky-loo big bucks baggers and anything else in between. Choppers are what badass old school guys rode when old school was new. Long, low, and raked out to the horizon, they weren’t trying to be pretty like an older OCC bike, but bad to the bone. They exuded real tough guy cool. For instance, if somebody told you they met somebody on a motorcycle who was looking for you, that was one thing. But, if somebody said somebody on a chopper was looking for you, you might feel like you should make yourself scarce. Choppers weren’t necessarily show bikes or finished to perfection, they were heavily modified bikes that made a strong statement about an owner like packing a pair of Glock 17s or a .50 Desert Eagle would compared to a beautifully engraved and nickel-plated 22-cal snub-nose revolver with ivory grips.
Published in Choppers