Sales is one of the toughest and weirdest professions out there. It’s a lot like having to go hunting for food and if you don’t bag something, you don’t eat. Plus if you’re like Kirk Hanson, one of the more successful real estate salespersons in Charlotte, North Carolina, after listening to potential buyers, sellers and every ‘super knowledgeable’ expert brought in by either side all day (and night too), you gotta find a way to unwind. Hey, the merry-go-round starts again the next day. No surprise then that Kirk, like all of us, uses his motorcycle for blowing the stupid stuff we all deal daily with right out of his mind. A little blast on Harley-Davidson’s heavily revised 2016 Road Glide will do that.
Published in Baggers
The toughest part of owning this wild and whacky-cool motorcycle has to be when a bystander without the slightest clue asks you what it is. After spouting off, “It’s a Confederate G2 P51 Combat Fighter” you can’t help but see the still puzzled look on their face as they still don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. I mean it’s not like Confederates are mainstream in any way even though they’ve been around in various versions for the past 25-years. That’s a hugely long time in the custom motorcycle world, but you just have might as well told them it’s a Roosevelt C-Dash 505A Flying Wing as I’m sure they’ve never heard of that one either as I just made it up.
Published in Racers
So, what’s a poor lad to do when you’ve finally got that Sportster of your retro-dreams, a brand new 2016 Seventy-Two, and it’s not special enough for you? Oh I know you’d think Harley’s most serious ode to the choppers of the ‘70s especially when it’s slathered in heavy metal flake paint would scratch that itch. But, no matter how much you scratch with all the retro styling Harley dares to offer, it’s still a production bike and it’s just not special enough to make you feel like you really stand out in a crowd of Sportsters. You do what every red-blooded American would do since the dawn of the 20th century ─ customize the hell out of it.
Published in Sportsters
I was working in my shop today when I found an old 35 mm film container full of tiny instrument bulbs in my tool box from who knows where and when. I remember when these plastic containers were my go-to holder of all small things from master clips to cotter pins to whatever. Somehow they had all disappeared but this one, but as I held it in my hand I felt a tinge of nostalgia for the days when I was swamped with these things from taking photos. Man, digital photography sure has taken over and I’m not even sure if Kodak is still in business. All of this made me wonder how many film containers our man about town, Barnett’s Magazine Online’s chief lens men must have used back in the day. Thousands and thousands would be my guess, but where are all those film containers now? 
Published in Modified Stockers
Over the years I can’t help but notice how big guys love small things. Big guys love small cars although I have no idea why as it’s got to be a tough fit, but I’ve seen a lot of big guys get out of small cars like an Austin-Healey Sprite or something similar and the look on their face shows they couldn’t be happier. No, not for getting out of it, but owning and driving it. Or in my bike shop, the biggest, bad ass bikers would be crawling around the floor trying to play with my shop Chihuahua. That’s something I never ever expected to see, but it always happened. There’s some allure of small things to big guys and this bike is no different.
Published in Sportsters
  One of the biggest problems Buell motorcycles tried and failed to over come before its untimely demise back in 2009 was its name. Other than Erik Buell himself, I don’t think anybody was too thrilled buying something called a Buell when it could (and should) have been Harley-Davidson. Yeah, I know they were supposedly two different companies, but c’mon now, what would you rather tell somebody you owned? I’ll give you my first guess and it isn’t a Buell. That’s nothing against Mr. Buell or even the basic idea around his sporty concoctions, but there’s no name like Harley-Davidson to give you street cred and no amount of imaginative re-engineering of the motorcycle that made Milwaukee famous could make up for that.
Published in Sportsters
Dave Garwood has what shrinks refer to as a “fat fetish.” No, it has nothing to do with the usual fat fetishism involving human beings, it is directed at his motorcycles. The fatter the better as far as he’s concerned and you have to admit that building a custom with the absolute fattest motorcycle tires available on both ends of the bike is some kind of crazy custom fetish, but in a good way. Making this fat tire fetish even just a bit kinkier is the use of one of Harley-Davidson’s least popular models, the V-Rod of all things. But, there’s a damn good reason for it as you’ll see.
Published in V-Rod®
   Right now, 2006 seems like decades ago. So much has gone on since then like the economic crisis in 2008 that tried its best to sink the country to the recovery and then onto the current presidential race which seemed to go on for years by itself. Time just has a way of slipping by that makes you forget things both good and bad. That can be a good thing especially when it involves a good friend who has passed way before their time. Kirk Taylor of Custom Design Studios in Novato, California, knows exactly how it feels to lose a good friend like the late Johnny “Chop” Vasko. 
Published in Bobbers
     “I wish they all could be Carolina girls.” That’s how the song goes as far as I’m concerned since all the pretty young ladies featured here were at the 2017 Easyriders Bike Show in Charlotte, North Carolina. They are officially deemed “Carolina girls.” I’m pretty sure it’s not official, but since I’m writing this article ─ Mr. Jack says so.
Published in 2017 EVENTS
   Keeping track of the huge (and I mean HUGE) photo gallery we’ve built up over the years at Barnett’s Magazine Online can lead to casualties. Sometimes it’s intentional because not all custom Harley-Davidsons are worth showcasing online even if they were someone’s dream bike. Nobody ever said dreams can’t go wrong and we’ve got the pics to prove it. Every now and then, though, a bike just seems to get lost and the bike you’re looking at is one of them. It was the very last bike in the gallery with no information including the owner or who even took the photos. Now, after sitting there since 2010, it’s going to get it’s moment of glory and it makes me feel good like saving a rescue dog. It deserves better than to digitally sit there.
Published in Modified Stockers
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