Okay, okay, I’ll admit I was a little taken aback when I first saw this custom blue dazzler of a Sportster. Obviously the use of similar-sized, very tall and skinny wheels, even more accentuated by the striking wheel design, is not something you run into much anymore ever since the board tracker craze ran its course. Nope, I didn’t get board track vibes until I thought about it and then I decided it wasn’t the intention. No sir, there’s a whole design theme going on here by our mystery builder that leaves the board track on the track. It’s a shockingly different design (and possibly alienating for some) that brings a fresh look to the table with thoughtful yet imaginative design.
Published in Sportsters
    My head is big ─ really big. Even my ex-girlfriend often commented in mock surprise, “You know, I just noticed how big your head is. It’s huge!” I can’t even begin to remember how many times she “just noticed” the size of my noggin, but I know I don’t have enough fingers to do the math. Anyway, you get the picture, I got a head that reminds people of whatever humongous object impressed them at some point and now they’ve got something to compare it to plus a long lost story to tell.
Published in Modified Stockers
   Lord knows you gotta be careful attempting anything with the Old School look in mind as your starting point and hopefully, your ending point. There are just so many liberties you can take without breaking so many unwritten, but well-known rules of Old School that you end up with something that resembles a jumble ‘o ideas bitsa bike. You know, from the front it looks like . . . , but from the back it looks like . . . In actuality it looks like nothing in particular, like a bad meal.
Published in Modified Stockers
  Working a sales desk at Barnett’s was often like being on a reality/game show called “Who Can Grab that Sales Call First?” A missed call could have been measured in milliseconds as all the salesmen were like Olympians when it came time to hit the flashing phone button with the possibility of a sale behind it. If you actually won, you rarely had time to even compose yourself to speak with whoever was on the other end. One of the strangest calls I ever got involved what is referred to as a “relay call” which is a call from someone who’s deaf. Frankly, the concept of “speaking” to someone who was deaf on a phone never entered my tiny mind. The nice woman on the other end explained to me that she was the go-between where the deaf person would type out what they wanted to say on a computer screen she read and she would relay the message to me in spoken words. I had no idea anything like this existed, but it seemed like a pretty good thing so I agreed to her company’s terms of not asking her anything other than an answer to a question from the caller.
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