Rigid Hips Stockholm

Open (Beef) Heart Surgery

2012-01-27T11:08:00.000+01:00

Electricity safe as milk; 6 Volts, Briggs & Stratton ignition switch and Kilos per Hour Speedo, and hey, Dig the tall knurl Eaton gas caps! Don Glen Vliet (RIP) was only 6 years old 1947. Boing, Pong, Hocus Pocus, Avion! Have an enormous weekend people.

The International Odds Are Even

2012-01-24T10:07:00.001+01:00

Here’s a Swedish magazine feature on my UL from a while back, thinking retrospectively I really think I could have picked a better place for the sidecar hopping stunt, since I almost wrapped the bike around one of those trees more than a few times.

I wrote the article in Swedish so it might be hard to comprehend for people that don’t speak Swedish, for Swedish people on the other hand it’s most likely entirely incomprehensible so at least the international odds are even.

The Two Hour Assassination Of God

2012-01-18T15:21:00.003+01:00

At 4am she entered the brain of God

And stumbled blindly through its convoluted swamps

Until reaching a clearing

In which was reflected the image of everything that had ever happened

To anyone, anywhere

In time

And in space

We all got it right so long ago

In that there’s no final answer

Or prior scheme of things

But only a wild and unknown frenzy in which not even the anarchist treads water

At 5am she piled her clothes

Into a heap and made a fire upon God’s grey mass

Which lit up the universe with a fierce bonfire

And rained ashes

Over planet

And over star

Few of us had figured that Buddah got in the way of Buddhism

That Gods were better never thought up

That every king, leader, guru, chief

Was just another stone prison slab

At 6am she clearly and directly saw a myriad living things manifest

In joy and liberation upon the surface

Of a world that didn’t really change

Except some skins and scales just dropped away.

Magnesium 12 Spokes

2012-01-15T17:15:00.002+01:00

Arteries of light forming synchronous patterns in a fragile world unitized by jagged glissandos. Chaotic onslaughts of filthy religious sodomy and impulse public perversion. Parapet pigs on the outskirts of Stockholm are growling, slaughter by the seashore.

It’s easier to modify a plethora of philosophies from performances, than it is to change a plethora of performances from philosophies. It’s easier to recreate yourself into a new kind of thinking, than it is to rethink yourself into a new kind of creature.

As the living strive to preserve what the dead lost, an embassy’s raging through the shadows searching for its kingdom with the silhouette of a young girl dancing upon the beach at night. Sit back and swallow the horror watch the burning fireflies weightless quiver.

Eternal night penetrated by sadistic present, violet green lightening-bug vein filling heat. Play with the perverted puzzles; just remember to put the bits back in place.

One hundred pints of Guinness and one hundred borrowed tools and Beach Boys records played backwards before inspiration finally twirled itself into consistence.

Is knowledge a constant substance, is my mind expanding or is the world around it shrinking?

Is deconstruction the only way to construct? Is Ronnie Van Zant really from Florida?

S&S L Series Carbs For Jerry's Knuckle

2012-01-13T14:09:00.003+01:00

S&S L Series carburetor remains one of my all time favourite carbs, right up there with the magical bronze spawns of Adolf Linkert and the wonderful aluminium offsprings of George Riley.

Now they’re completely rebuilt with new throttle discs, shafts and bushings, I cooked up all new idle tubes and installed new main jets. I also relieved the top idle tube passage for the low speed circuits since this is a dual carb set-up I thought that could be a positive thing.

Soldering the floats in place and then tweaking the little lever to make the floats float at just the right level is a time consuming process to say the least, it’s good fun though, at least at this point, redoing this on a hot engine during a hot day with a hot temper getting drenched in gas is not quite as fun.

Anyone who’s worked on some of those carbs know how bad the floats usually are. These original floats were a bit banged up but nothing too serious, but I still troubled my tiny little mind with them for a bit straightening them out and making sure they don’t leak.

Observe the carved horizontal line at the top of the float bowl, that’s the line you use to measure from down to the top of the float, in the GBL manual you can get the right measurements, where it’s suppose to open and where it’s supposed to close. But if you study the lines and shape of the floats this is kinda far from an exact science.

Now, since this is a dual carburetor set-up I kept the float levels just a tad on the lean side to save Jerry’s Knuckle from getting soaked in gas.

I just love the look of these... Pretty much like two Linkert DC's on steroids.

Or maybe a bit more like two Linkert DC’s on mushrooms..?

1947 Knucklehead Tanks

2012-01-12T12:15:00.010+01:00

This Chevy is short of a Chase. But chasing threads on these tanks sometimes might require quite a bit of concentration, something that I'm not always too good at.

"Now we've all had this problem"...

...Rusty boogered up threads sure are more of a rule than an exception when it comes to the handshift gas tanks. Since this is an honest uncut 1947 Knucklehead tank I found it even more important to restore the original thread and not cut them out and replace them. Cutting out and replacing the threads is a process that takes like 15 minutes - if you’re LeBeef that is ...if you’re me it takes like a week.

So to start out with I got a super solid, Made In Sweden, fuel shut-off valve alignment tool from Paulie Paul, the high priest of Magneto Zoo. This is the perfect thing to use when properly setting up your gas valve, well - if you’re not into gas leaks...

But as usual I just couldn't prevent myself so here's how I did it. The thread in the early Harley gas tanks is 3/4-18 NS, and those taps are all kinda hard to get, high priced special orders, so milling slits seemed like a sober idea.

If you don’t have a milling machine you could always use a file to make slits in the side of the threads to create a perfect thread chaser.

Now this thread is brought right back up to perfect Griswold Status.
And if you don’t own a fuel shut-off valve alignment tool you can just locate an old gas valve to mill or file slits in.

Now the original thread ain't a Chevy short of a Chase no more.
And thanx to the Mag Zoo alignment tool the gas valve sits just as straight as Ian MacKaye on a Saturday night. I only wish I could understand or remember why I’m restoring an original Knucklehead tank all of a sudden..?

And The Bees Made Honey In The Lion's Skull (REVISITED)

2012-01-09T12:17:00.009+01:00

Animals was invented by plants to spread their seeds in an effort to ensure their survival, but the plants never knew that the animals would later morph into humans.

Humans that later invented religions, 12 Spoke Mag Wheels etcetera in an effort to ensure their glory of existence. Religion leads to death, just as life itself, only faster. 12 Spokes on the other hand will take you straight into the very divine vineyard of life.

But a vineyard can be a dangerous place for a man that’s supposed to stay away from grapes, go ask Samson. Samson is a Bible character, one of the Judges from the Old Testament, he’s kind of the Incredible Hulk of the Bible.

Samson walked from Israel to the Philistines and on his way he was attacked by a vicious lion in the middle of a great vineyard, but he managed to get up on the lions back and tore its jaws completely apart cracking open the cranium.

When Samson later returned he saw the lions carcass resting in the vineyard and there now was a great bees nest in the open cranium, the honey bees were getting busy making honey in it.

He reached down in the lions skull and carved out a piece of the honey. It tasted very sweet, so sweet that he brought some for his parents, girlfriend and all of his friends - but he never revealed where it came from.

Anyway, when they asked from where the divine honey came he replied “Out of the eater came something to eat - Out of the strong came something sweet” A riddle that was referring to himself and by doing so he also committed at least one deadly sin.

God was pissed and a lot of people died, Samson later slayed an entire village with a bone from a donkeys ass. But let’s leave the Old Testament for a while shall we...

A beginning is a dangerous thing since it will lead you to the end. I have no idea what time is but there sure is no eternity with a temporal existence, not even the kind of temporal existence about which one may say, "It always existed" It simply does not have temporal duration of any kind or else it could never be an eternity.

My obsession for ancient American Racing Magnesium however may seem eternal and I’ve been hoarding the 12 Spokes shamelessly for quite some time, American did them in 15”, 17” and 18”. 15” are the most common by far, then we have the 18” and finally the most obscure 17”.

If you’re setting them up with a drum brake you need to find the very latest casting they did or they won’t have enough material around the hub to drill and tap to fit the drum.

Then we have the wonderful Performance Machine / E.M.E / Dick Allen wheels that came in 15" and 18" only and was poured in aluminum (the wheel above)

The early castings are all too thin to machine for a disc or drum. The 15”s are offset and the 17”s and 18”s are not, however the edge of the hub sticks out a couple of millimetres more on the “outside” of the hub on the 17” / 18” but the spokes on left and right hand sides are at the same angle so the wheel is perfectly centered over the hub. All these wheels came in two different types; to fit Anglia front spindles or Ford front spindles...

If you need tips on how to adapt a set of these wheels to your bike I did a little step-by-step:

Mag Wheel Part #1

Mag Wheel Part #2

The Chrome Moly Mustache

2012-01-05T21:01:00.003+01:00

I'm not sure if there's a crack in infinity but there's definitely a bend...

When narrowing a Springer this way we found out it's exceptionally significant to use OEM parts only, not because it pisses off the 'period coquette bobber mob' but because reproduction steel could never handle radical bends like these without cracking.

So you have to choose, crack your fork or crack your conscience, well that’s an easy choice right? ...Since you can’t really crack something that’s already cracked.

LOVE

2012-01-03T11:51:00.003+01:00

Tremendously stoked to be invited as part of this magnificent event; the Love Cycles III Year Anniversary Bike Show.

Don't miss out on this one folks, it'll be something extraordinary.
And keep checking Love Cycles for updates.

Don't Forget To Bring Some Danakes

2012-01-02T16:38:00.001+01:00

Charon The Ferryman of Hades dosen't accept Euros, Swedish Crowns or US Dollars.

And with that in mind I wish you all a great 2012.

The Annunaki Armadillo Radiation Shield

2011-12-20T15:44:00.001+01:00

The best part is not only that Mullins Chain Drive is taking over the world but that they're also going to show you how to do it.

When the Richmond Cave Dwellers slays the Nibiru Annunaki this is what one of their hand held weapons may look like, this weapon, even though being more of a protective shield will also function as a gas tank for a Knucklehead longbike being built somewhere in the proud country of Sweden.

This cosmos connected chrome ball has already got enough experience and power to not only scare the Niberian snake families but also every pinball wizard known to man including John “The Ox” Entwistle, Boris The Spider and even Tommy himself.

Yeah that's right - eat this, snake priest! Out of control, full tilt tuck 'n' roll, such magnificent power and fearlessness and the best part is that Brandon also did a matching fender to go on the long one right behind the armadillo chrome ball shield, but you'll just have to wait until the new DicE comes out to see that one.

When I think about it, it acctually might be easier to interact with this story if you simply view the armadillo shaped radiation shield from Richmond as an old Wassell tank from Hap Jones that now includes your very own washing board for those long road trips, live to ride, ride to Starbucks. But before using, just please remember that outside the Niberian solar system being dirty may count as credability.

The super secret invisible tank mount set-up is a carefully hidden, highly mysterious and well planned collaboration between N. Svensson, P. Longhair and B. Casquilho, Stockholm, Gothenburg and Richmond united in a triangular geographical bouquet to spread mechanical confusion and battle the Annunaki all around the globe.

So, until we kiss the neon mist Mullins Chain Drive remains your future, your solution and your salvation.

Imperial Rocker Clutch Finally Done

2011-12-15T12:22:00.006+01:00

Ok, figuring out just how to go about making a somewhat complex clutch set-up like this one work required a lot of listening to the Some Girls album, gluewine, anxiety attacks, stale coffee and social isolation. It also required a lot of fabrication of parts not availabe in the V-Twin catalogue.

Wearing Love Cycles t-shirts helps the weld's penetration.

The thing that makes this set-up somewhat complex is
1: I wanted to hide the clutch pedal spring inside the primary
2: The rocker pedal wants to move the transmission’s clutch arm in the wrong direction.

So, coming up with a clean way to reverse it wasn’t too complicated really, I figured you could always use clutch cable, yeah that would be really easy but not very clean. Then you could use some kind of gears to reverse it, like 2 different cam gears or such, now that would be a bit more tricky but definitely doable. Then you could do it the extremely time consuming way I did, with an internal linkage that bolts up to the primary cover’s inside.

After I've done the bushing and pressed it in I like to cut the whole part one more time for a 100% flat and shiny surface, I do this as a distraction. So if you get everything else all crooked and warped you can always point out the shiny surface to impress your bros, yeah I like that.

Here's the scary part, I hate setting up big stuff like this in the milling machine, but the primary cover gave a very impressive and somber resonance.

Staying sober long enough to hide the spring and making the geometry work inside the little area in between the clutch basket, engine sprocket and chain was the tricky part. I had to do the spring linkage lever that bolts up to the pedal’s axle really short because of chain clearance, and that required a new ratio at the front lever to compensate, or it would move the transmission's clutch arm way to short.

I mentioned that I hate math on here before but there was no way around it this time, so after a lot of calculating I did the front lever 5.1:1 which made up for over 2.5” clutch arm movement, and that’s more than enough. Now this linkage has more than enough clearance to run either a belt or chain drive, if you run a chain drive however you can't go any smaller than a 22 tooth engine sprocket (this bike will run a 25 tooth engine sprocket)

Peek-a-boo, I see you.

This is what it looks like mounted, and after staring at it for 24 hours I'm pretty sure I'll run the original 1947 rocker pedal on it, but with a few minor adjustements done to it.

Finally, here's a little clip of how this set-up works. Now all I need is to pray for never getting another time consuming idea like this ever again.

Imperial Rocker Clutch

2011-12-05T11:11:00.004+01:00

So, I've had a hard time deciding on what type of pegs / clutch to run on the long bike... I know I wanted to run high mids and a rocker clutch, but unfortunately that combination didn’t function good enough since I felt a bit too much like Rufus Thomas stepping my foot around beneath the Linkerts and their fuel filters.

The transmission is set up with a rotary top jockey shift and I don’t want to run a suicide type clutch on it due to the nature of the motor. Since the rear section of the frame is stretched about an 1” I figured the pegs needs to be positioned as far back as possible, just like your Meatloaf records when your smug record collector friends come visit – as far back as possible.

The rocker clutch is the most reliable clutch I know, they are fun to ride and they look cool, so I really wanted to run one but there was just no way I could have that big tall mount hanging from the front of the frame and move my foot beneath the carbs back and forth every time I need to shift, don't get me wrong, I really like The Funky Chicken, I just don't want to feel like one when I'm riding a motorcycle.

So I locked myself in a room and stared at an Imperial primary cover for six hours drinking gluewine.

The idea of a mid mounted rocker clutch is good because you won’t need to run any peg and bad because it will push the clutch arm BACKWARDS and not pull it forwards like necessary, so it turned out kinda complicated to make things work.

And since this a chopper it wouldn’t look right with that big spring hanging from the pedal like the original rocker clutch set-up, so I figured I had to hide the spring INSIDE the primary cover.

I did cardboard templates of the original rocker clutch to figure out the original geometry and guess what – it did NOT fit inside the primary cover, not even close. So to make the geometry of the spring/pedal work like it’s supposed to (swing over it’s own axle and lock up) it needs a new ratio and fortunately there’s just enough room to do that.

The primary cover will have an internal linkage with a new ratio and I hate math and I never went to high school and right now I kinda regret that but this post is already too long and I want to go drink gluewine. Next time we'll play hide the spring - stay fumed.

The All Blinding Eye

2011-12-02T14:08:00.005+01:00

In Search Of Magnificent Magneto Measures; Since this poor Knucklehead has been stroked quite a bit it can be run with the ignition just a tad more retarded, due to the longer stroke. So the chain drive Wico Magneto is bolted down at 26 degrees sharp, hopefully that’ll be the perfect match for the 4.13/32” stroke.

The carburetors are nickel plated M36’s that’s had the main jets removed to give them 100% power needle action.

When the clock striked 12:00 I went absolutely nuts with the angle grinder and hacked out this little eye-shaped lid to hide the outside world from the magneto chain drive, the all blinding eye. Not that I really suspect the Illuminati to have anything to do with the Wico Magneto CO ...But, you just can’t be too sure these days…

iPhones & Flatheads; The Week So Far...

2011-11-30T13:23:00.004+01:00

Here's some shitty iPhone documentations from this week so far.

This is as close as Nacka Skatepark came to see a roll in this day.

Rålis Skatepark under the bridge in central Stockholm is one of my favourite spots, and Kickflips are still the most fun.

Running out of gas at night in the middle of nowhere while it's 28.4 Farenheit outside is always a pleasure, I had to spend like over an hour right in this spot before I got gas and the only light I had was from my phone ...lovely.

Linus was stoked to see that I finally got around to fix the windshield on the Model U.

I really need to stay in the garage and finish the long one but since there's still no snow outside I have such a hard time finding the motivation...

Mullins Chain Drive

2011-11-29T12:47:00.003+01:00

What they don't is secret, but what they do is now totally official since Brandon's amish webmaster Ronnie has finally managed to get the new Mullins Chain Drive site up and running.

Interesting perspectives, inspired ideas and craftmanship second to none.

So be sure to tune in and check out Richmond's finest before you even think about getting a frame, tank, hub or anything else from anyone else ...Aaah, what do we know about partying, or anything else.
MULLINS CHAIN DRIVE

The Original Mag Wheels From Pure Hell

2011-11-24T11:21:00.005+01:00

I've been searching for an American Racing 12 spoke mag to run as a front wheel on the long bike for quite some time now and today the search finally ended, but in a way far beyond anything I could ever imagined! - And that's only because I'm blessed enough to have Brandon as a friend.

The original wheels from Pure Hell, I still can't believe it.

When I woke up this morning this e-mail from Brandon was waiting for me in my inbox;

"Ok you now have two 12 spoke magnesium wheels that were formerly owned by the legendary owner and driver of Pure Hell, Rich Guasco. So I explained to him that you were putting one on a knucklehead and that we were brothers and that it was a very important deal and he said he would take $800.00 for the set wich is what he paid for them. Originally he wanted $1200.00. That's a good deal even for one 17" because they are very rare."

Here's a photo of Brandon and Richard Guasco from about 14 hours ago.

You NEED to click this link and read up on Rich Guasco and Pure Hell if you're not already familiar with their fundamental roll in hot rodding and dragracing history.

Looks like the Knucklehead longbike and Pure Hell has just about the same wheelbase, and even if the longbike will have one of these front wheels I'm still not sure if I'll ever be able to pop wheelies like this, life sure can be wierd sometimes...

Barn Find Big Twin Flathead

2011-11-23T10:56:00.008+01:00

Back in mid 1970’s Sweden, in the shadows of ABBA’s international breakthrough there was an anonymous gentleman who parked his 1946 Model U in a barn located on the frozen tundra way up north in an ancient village called Vilhelmina, the exact year was 1974. What the anonymous gentleman probably had a hard time predicting was that the Model U would remained parked in the exact same spot for the forthcoming 26 years. So, in November 2010, Agnetha Fältskog still hadn’t committed to a reunion with Björn Ulvaeus, Benny Andersson and Annifrid Lyngstad in order to make ABBA see the light again. But lucky enough my friend Jonas Wickman committed to his passion for the ancient iron and rode all the way up north to make this abandoned 1946 U see the light again. This bike came with the original title and complete documentation, it was sold new in Spånga right outside Stockholm back in 1946, it was bought by a carpenter that used the bike in his job and it’s connected with a 1953 Steib sidecar complete with a carpenter’s toolbox.

The first thing that hit me when I kick started it was that this thing has a lot of compression for a Model U, it felt more like kicking over a stock Panhead. It started right up on first kick and sounded better than any of ABBA’s harmonies and idled lovely, like only a Flathead can. This bike came from the dealer in Spånga, Stockholm with an original Harley sidecar but somewhere in time it got switched out to this beautiful Steib rig. And since Sweden still had left hand traffic back then the sidecar is mounted on the left side. This bike runs strong and it still has the original everything pretty much including paint and tank trim, I would also guess that neither the motor or transmission has ever been taken apart. Nothing beats a Flathead.

Meet The Corrector

2011-11-22T10:53:00.007+01:00

Sympathy for the Linkert; Late body casting M51 waiting to go on Supertuppen.

The Linkert M51's are correct for 1937-1948 U and UL Flatheads, the UH and ULH had the M51-F and M51-L, the obscure 1939-1940 UA had the Linkert M65.

The M51's are also correct for the 1942-1948 WL and WLD Flatheads.

So, if you got sympathy for the Linkert, you need to paint it black. Brian Jones has nothing to do with it ...If you mount it on a 1947 Model U, and don't wanna meet the corrector that is.

The Secret Pilgrim of Stockholm's Archipelago

2011-11-21T07:43:00.001+01:00

Riding out to Stockholm’s archipelago this time of year is one of my favorite things to do, taking the small ferries from island to island, riding around in the beautiful preserved nature on the characteristic archipelago roads. Preferably I leave at sunrise, all alone, and needless to say - on a Flathead.

Ferry Ferry, why you buggin'. Today it was 3 ºC / 37.4 ºF = not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air.

The sensation of being out rolling the throttle straight into supernatural weightlessness in one of the most gorgeous places on Planet Earth sure is a charming thing to do, perfectly soundless, when you turn off the ignition all that is left to hear is the endless ocean and the burning weed, I mean murmuring reed. No stress, no red lights, no sirens, no pigs, no horns, no OHV's, no people, no laws, no rules.

None of the drivers in these cars knew what their two wheels too many made them miss today.

The setting sun over the moist gravel roads in harmony with the hand-shift, foot clutch and buddy seat molds a cosmic combination of comfort that’s gracefully enveloping your body, the smell of the rolling ocean mixed with gasoline combustion are embracing your mind while your soul feeds of the vibrations left from back when dinosaurs still roamed this planet. It is days like this that makes you get through all the wintery months of no riding.
Flatheads forever.

Emotional Hypochondria / Part #2

2011-11-18T10:35:00.002+01:00

Brake pedal in the works, still needs a few minor details, like a pedal etcetera...

Bracket for master cylinder welded in place.

Since I raised the transmission on this one there's plenty of room to fit the brake linkage nice and tight up against the frame and still keep it short, the rod is right above the frame tube.

I used a mechanical brake rod and clevis pin for the linkage, but since this brake rod is so much thicker than the original plunge that goes into the cylinder it needed to be lathed down and rounded at the end.

If you drill the hole in the lower pedal part in just the right spot the clevis pin will lock and secure the linkage in place so it can't fall out of the cylinder if the pedal would want to swings upwards, and at the other side of the cross shaft (bike's left side behind the primary) there's plenty of room to hide a return spring. Now I only have to decide on how I'm gonna set up the pegs before I weld up the rest of the pedal piece...

Emotional Hypochondria / Part #1

2011-11-14T13:41:00.006+01:00

Fabricating something as disgustingly modern and frightening as a juice brake set-up on the early frames requires either mental strength or questionable taste. To me, starting to accept the juice brake is a process that requires the same kind of patience and focus you need to be equipped with if you’re ever going to accept any newer Rolling Stones album than Some Girls, which I think was their last 100% solid album and to this day it remains one of my favourites, then in 1980 the Stones released Emotional Rescue which is a terrible album, at least it’s terrible at first... But after you’ve spent enough time listening, feeling and analysing it will grow on you just like Tattoo You and the juice brake, and that’s what makes Emotional Rescue synonymous with the juice drum brake - the first ‘not so cool’ thing with a potential to grow in to something fantastic.

This is one of the most interesting phenomenons about the Stones, that no matter how crappy you think a song they wrote is at first, it will most likely grow into something totally amazing after a little bit of time. The Beatles on the other hand are not like that at all – if a Beatles song is shit the first time you hear it, it will be shit the hundred time. Not that it really matters because almost every Beatles song is amazing the first time you hear it, but it might not last as long as a Stones song. In comparison The Beatles is a confectionery and the Rolling Stones is a bakery.

And then we got the disc brake, but then we’re talking some serious Voodoo Lounge shit and I don’t even have my neon legwarmers on so, sorry... Evolution can be a hard thing to deal with sometimes and it sure doesn’t get any easier as time goes by and after Brian Jones got canned from the band the Stones never got as good again, and still they did manage to write even better songs in the 1970’s with Ronnie Wood than they did with Brian, that’s the cool thing about music, it’s so incredible multi-dimensional to the point where the songs themselves only becomes a part of the package.

The Stooges greatest period was during the Fun House sessions but still they wrote better music ones James Williamson joined the band. The Stooges however have nothing to do with juice brakes. As usual I have no idea what I’m doing, I just go wild with the angle grinder, write about it and hope for the best.

Ripe Pineapple And Rusty Rebar: The Art Of Adam Wright

2011-11-12T11:48:00.006+01:00

When I think of my cousin Adam Wright one of the first things that comes to mind is art. Art is what happens when we stop to imitate life and let life imitate us instead, art is the only thing longer than death and shorter than right now, it’s one of the truest testimonies that the universe inside us are so much greater than the universe outside. Art is a blazing sword from the future that projects through our past only to become a physical formation when it gets penetrated by the present. The concept of art shifts not only between different latitudes and longitudes but also between epochs, societys and cultures, and last but not least between individuals.

Me and Adam at the Jokers Show, the first stop on our little trip from Stockholm Sweden to Bottrop Germany, the best of times. Photo Love Cycles.

I always thought this photo projects the exact same emotion as Bill Wyman's last verse bass line in Gimme Shelter - straight, strong, striking and impossible to imitate. Shinya Kimura / Photo Adam Wright.

If you haven't bought Adam's books Road Course, Hauler and the Contributors Edition yet you're missing out big time. Adam is the inventor of this type of books that today has become a well known and popular concept but when he first came out with Road Course it was something no one had seen before. And even though a few people might have tried to imitate his work over the years he remains the undisputed master of moment photography. Adam's books all projects heavy passion and contains a motivated nerve that reaches beyond all, a nerve that delivers a striking mental structure that's impossible to achieve anywhere else - ripe pineapple and rusty rebar, contrast, content, proportion, form and emotion. ART for Christ's sake.

To me, art is the recoil of society. Art is one of those things you don’t need to succeed with just because you know how it’s done. Most people can take a photo and quite a lot of people can get them published in quite a lot of different books and magazines, but when it comes to art that necessarily dosen't say …anything. You don’t become a writer just because you write and you don’t become a punk rocker just because you got the costume, you don’t become a skateboarder just because you skateboard, and you sure don't live just because you're alive. If you don’t get it you never will – that’s the ART of it. If it would be the other way around then everything from traffic signs to news paper placards and pizza cardboard box prints would be the work of artists, Justin Bieber would be a skateboarder and Avril Lavigne would be a punk rocker. And in the end who really cares..? Well I sure do and that's why I'm telling you - Adam IS art, end of story.

The 2000 cc Knuckster

2011-11-08T11:34:00.002+01:00

“Science is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fuss about its cleverness.”
― Aleister Crowley

Everything is a matter of proportion and perspective, nothing is abstract, there’s no such thing as abstract, there’s only limited perspectives. For example; Just recently scientists found out that Prime Numbers is not a random thing, they are connected in a pattern just like everything else in existence, it’s only that you need about 13 million decimals to detect this pattern, a perspective wide enough will foresee everything.

If it would be possible to examine the smallest particles; atoms, protons, neutrons, electrons, and quarks with even greater precision, if science suddenly evolved rapidly during our lifetime, then maybe we could be able to examine particles with a precision many orders of magnitude beyond our present technological capacity.

And if so, I am convinced beyond all reasonable doubt we would find that each particle is really composed by millions and millions of tiny, infinitely thin beyond imagination one-dimensional oscillating filaments, and also that they are all connected in this dancing net-like pattern. I know this because I have seen these filaments, I am built by them and so are you and everything in between, around, before and beyond us.

And I believe ones the filaments are crossed together they become this infinite net of oscillating energies that you experience when you are in direct contact with the other side. Our time here and now is nothing but a fragment in the circle of circles of circles that creates nature, a fragmental contribution to the vibration of life, but important non the less.

Our whole lifetime is nothing but a fragmental part of this intergalactic multi-dimensional pattern of patterns that builds all existence in all space and time. All these countless elegant lines of glowing energy in constant movement giving birth to the great net of life. The day we learn to interpret the net of life all down through its infinite spectral transitions and parallel spirals in every dimension we will not only be able to foresee everything that is to come for all time right down through all anatomy, every vibration, beyond every atom and all DNA, but we will also be able to look back in time all the way back to the end.

This is not an estimation, this is something I guarantee you. And the day that happens there will be no more science, religion, pseudo-science, no more me and you, no more us and them, everything will just BE. Ok, so until next time; let’s have a beer, or start a religion, is there even a difference..?

NickeLeaks Reveals The Truth About The Harley-Davidson / AMF Deal In 1969

2011-11-01T10:41:00.008+01:00

Ok, I take great pride in finally being able to announce the very truth about what really happened back in the late 1960's between the MoCo and AMF.
Back in 1967 during the great Milwaukee riot in Wisconsin the Harley-Davidson staff tried to form an undercover elite bowling team to take on the European and Japanese bike manufacturing empires, this had nothing to do with the Milwaukee riot even though the riot worked very well in their favour.

This was a highly discrete and carefully planned master suppression mission thought to be used as a weapon in business techniques, a blazing arrow of power in the tactical war of greed right in the heart of late 1960’s America.

The reason for choosing bowling might seem like a long shot but make no mistake, the choice was very symbolic; big balls, being on a roll, knocking down the competitors etcetera. The MoCo staff aimed as high as they could when they tried to draft the Director of NASA’s research program Floyd “Tommy” Thompson as their coach. As you all know NASA is studying planets and planets are the biggest balls of all.

However, since the Motor Company staff accidentally left out an “A” in the address written on the envelope that was supposed to be addressed to NASA it ended up at the NSA. And from there it landed right on Vice President Hubert Humphrey’s desk – and guess what; he was thrilled to take on the task. But, things got out of hand pretty fast since Hubert already had his hands way too full with supporting the the Apollo 7 Project together with Lyndon Johnson, so the Harley staff’s big balling master suppression technique got put on hold. Their disappointment was so great they all started suffering from heavy depression and then because of this ended up selling the entire Harley-Davidson Motor Company to AMF only two years later.
And the reason that I'm letting you all know is nothing but a derivation maneuver, to draw away the attention from all the cutting, welding, bending, chopping, stroking and boring that's been done to this poor 1947 FL Harley-Davidson.

1500cc Dual Carb Knuckle

2011-10-26T14:59:00.006+02:00

What makes me most happy about this motor is not the chain driven Wico magneto or the dual carb heads.

And it's not the .540/.540 Leineweber cam or triple valve springs with titanium retainers. It's not the fact that it's got 'pop up' pistons, it's not the big bore cylinders or peek-a-boo cam cover and it's not the dual right side UL flywheels with moved crankpin.

No, the most joy bringing thing about this motor is that it is acctually 100% finished; something that is very rare in my life. Charley did such a flawless job blueprinting the entire engine and today I parkerized and assembled the rocker tins, the very last detail on the whole motor. Hopefully it will go in the frame this weekend. The only bad thing I can think of right now is that the chain driven mag is bolted down with no way to retard it for starting, something that might be a bit interessting on a 91.6" Knuckle with a lot of compression, hopefully the cam's 318 degree duration will make things a bit more comfortable..?

The Rear Wheel Alignment Research Program

2011-10-18T10:36:00.001+02:00

Making a mag wheel dressed in a car tire with a 1967-72 brake fit a Knucklehead frame required a lot more measuring and stuff than I hoped. I have no idea how to do this, but at least a steel scale ruler and magnetos makes it look like I know what I'm doing so that's good enough for me.

The rear wheel spacer was fun to do because for the first time ever I found a piece of aluminium with just the right OD, and to celebrate that I cut two different radiuses.

I had to polish the spacers for the backing plate and wheel only because Peter Longhair told me a real chopper needs to be shiny and I don't want to disappoint him.

And this is what it looks like aligned and mounted, when I finish this bike I want to ride it until the end of time.

When The Multitudes Unify It’s Time To Multiply

2011-10-13T11:31:00.000+02:00

When the multitudes unify it’s time to multiply, ask me, I know nothing, I bear the signs, my body is the symbol. All is one, one is none and none is everyone. Come to me I’ll tell you what it’s all about, I know nothing. I was laying in the living room couch one rainy afternoon; John Cale’s Paris 1919 was spinning on the record player and in my lap I had one 74/80” Flathead Manual along with The Bible and The Bhagavad Gita.

I was sipping coffee and studying the pages in admiration when suddenly my blood froze in sheer panic. So unbelievably overwhelmed by the eternal information in front of me, the work of some of mankind’s greatest minds came alive in my hands. My head started spinning really fast as I felt my spine burning up, I had an attack of some kind, the enormity confronted me so tremendously hard that I instantly panicked as the letters from the worn out pages started to dance out across the room in endless letter combinations, delicate sparkling orbits of words pulsating out in front of me.

Vibrating in anxiety I tried to run my melting hands across the shooting streams of letters and indulge myself in the endless information, but the letters was avoiding my body and all I felt was a tiny airstream of emptiness burning through my skin, it filled up my senses like the night fills up the forest. I ran outside feeling like a giant burning tree with blazing branches reaching up towards the countless stars in the endless black night, lightening up the sky like the revolutionary war. My mind was juggling cosmic gravy in excess, the enormity of nothing, the enormity of the gap between everything and nothing, and the eternal nothing inside everything.

Nothing, everything, nothing, everything, nothing everything; Manifest Destiny. I became isolated within my own head, a cork on the ocean, terrified of how much there really is to know, and even though this was just three open books in my own living room I’ve never been so frightened in my entire life and I had no idea what to do or who to call, maybe Bruce Palmer III or Dr. Peter Wenkman?

But nevermind me and my issues, here's a great photo of Gordon from quite some time ago. Ronna & Gugge are the best at what they do so nevermind this blog, go check them out here.

The Narrow Springer Baptism Ritual

2011-10-09T15:07:00.004+02:00

The 1947 Springer was baptised in a female dolphin embryo cradle right in the heart of Yorubaland, Southwestern Nigeria.

If something's going to have legs this long it'll sure need some hips - Papa Legba Exu told me.

5.1/2" wide and 56" long; "Exu brings out the fool in man"

Yoruban Mythology can be just as blinding as chrome sometimes.

Lucifer Rising

2011-10-06T11:40:00.001+02:00

I don’t believe in thinking, I don’t believe in that part of our mind at all. I don’t believe in politics, politics are the diaper on an incontinent world, it’s capable of making it a little bit better, but that is also everything it’s capable of doing. It won’t ever be able to really change anything, and that’s because politics is thinking. Our brain got in the way of our intelligence just like religion got in the way of God and Satan. You’re not supposed to think, thinking is nothing but doubting anyway, thinking divides our mind in two halves, two halves that’s constantly fighting each other.

Satan came up to Jesus on a great big hill somewhere in Galileen or where ever it might have been and said, if you are the son of God; jump of this cliff and prove it. Jesus calmly looked at Satan and said; what is there to prove?
And that’s my whole point, the second you start to think you’re lost already. Thinking will always be doubting, feeling will always be believing. Words will never be anything but symbols.
At first there was only God, perfect greatness in it’s very purest form. But since God is nothing but final perfection he needed to get separated in two halves and work against himself to be able to create something physical, since everything in physical form is far from perfect. As he did this he became the Big Bang; the millisecond separation and reparation of God, the virgin birth of nature, the first heartbeat in a cosmic pulse that will continue to beat for all time. Right now we are just between the first and second heartbeat in the pulse, the universe is slowly starting to shrink right now so I guess we’re past halftime to the next beat; the Apocalypse. I sometimes experience the universe as a huge greyish clockwork that is just hovering in an endless gloomy vacuum ticking on for no reason, and that makes me feel small sad and scared to death, and when I get scared to death I think of The Demiurg Jahve, he was responsible for pinning down the human spirit to our bodies and by doing so he made us all wait until physical death before our spirits can be set free.

Death is life in it’s purest form, it’s our birth. Humans’ always feared birth way more than death, a child that is being born is a thousand times more afraid than on old man that is dying. So in that way I guess it all makes sense...
To maintain the cosmic balance you need to worship not only God and Jesus but also Satan and The Anti Christ. You cant have good without evil, good without evil would become insignificant. Let’s portray evil as a deep ancient well. A well that the “evil” people drinks from, the well will always be there but you will always have a choice not to drink from it, the choice not to be a part of evil, the choice not to distribute evil, not distributing evil does not make you good, it just makes you non evil. But as long as no one distributes evil it looses it’s power, a power that lacks love and therefor becomes aggression, so by choosing not to distribute you will also pacify aggression.

However, since evil has been there since God separated himself to create this universe you need to love evil with every other living energy and organism unconditionally, you need to love evil, but not evilness. And to do this you need to separate evilness from evil, and also goodness from good. God, Jesus, Satan and the Antichrist, they are all needed to maintain the balance. We are all born on planet earth as humans, where pleasure follows pain, people go insane, fly around in planes, pray that it wont rain, drive around in cars, get drunk in local bars, dream of being stars, listens to Devo etc. And therefor we choose to call our little limited part in time and space the “Universe”. We experience ourselves through our feelings and thoughts as something that is separated from the rest, and that is nothing but an optical delusion of our consciousness, at best. Widening our circles of compassion enough to include not only every living organism but also every spirit, ghost and demon is necessary to maintain the balance. Never become emotionally attached to man, woman, beast or child.

Waiting For The Sunnen

2011-10-03T13:44:00.001+02:00

This might seem like a tight fit but trust me, it's important to run a heavy valve size if you want to get to Blimpies on time! ...preferably nothing under 3"

This is the strangest life I've even known, can you feel it, now that spring has come, that it's time to live in the scattered sun
Waiting for the Sunnen
Waiting for the Sunnen
Waiting for the Sunnen

Meum Cerebrum Nocet

2011-09-30T15:37:00.002+02:00

Not many people know that the border-island between eggnog and quicksand completely consists of acetylene, and inside the eye of the eccentric cyclone sweeping it's shorelines there's always been alchemical ulsters drenched by unbalanced energies making it's movement patterns very hard to predict.

To portrait the ancient egyptian celebration of the heliacal rising of the dogstar Canis Major of the Eastern Winter Triagle I choose to paint my Knuckleheads a bright silver, simple as that really.

Demonic echoes from the nightside of Eden informs us that on a connected ouija board the tarot cards will all land on the highside.

So therefor, through twin tunnels and twin throats the twin toungue tamer travels to the Tolomeo. Meum Cerebrum Nocet.

Tunnels of Subconsciousness

2011-09-27T17:52:00.011+02:00

We found such magnificent powers in the kingdom of the ancient iron, such spiritual enormity. Those great cosmological beings existent before time, who yet lurk in those interdimensional spaces between universes, just waiting for the call to their awakening, prepared to demolish.

Intakes are nothing but tunnels, tunnels in different directions, tunnels leading into the light, but also tunnels leading straight into the dark. A dual carb conversion can easily be poetically compared to the exploration of our subconscious tunnels, a fabrication of parallel tunnels leading right into the very depths of our subconsciousness, an expedition to the backside of the Tree of Life.

Feel free to crawl into those interdimensional wormholes that undermine our prosaic dayside reality, by accessing those tunnels and by redefining our human psyches, the countless remote geographies of the soul will all get an awareness of their own, and finally, when the aliens come, we WILL find POWER to remake ourselves, to become more than human, to become non human, to become protectors of the sovereignty of God and Satan, and we WILL prevail.

The Thirty-Six Headed Chrome Bee Dolphin

2011-09-20T08:38:00.004+02:00

At the holy toe of the marmalade mountain parallel golden tornados swept in like atomic camp fires framing the revolving reflection of the rising dawn. Witness the strength, behold the witness. Thirty-six spokes means thirty-six seasons whispered the egg faced oracle, thirty-six doors, thirty-six directions, thirty-six choices. The skies were filled with earthworm faced seagulls forming a five cornered triangle of redemption. The twice born beach buggy ant prince calmly rotated his spinning wheel turning jelly fibers into liquid diamond yarn. No kebab portfolio can save you now. Bruce Palmer III had nothing to do with it, neither had Ray Parker JR.

The five legged toothpaste horse from the deeps of the slime sanctum raised a thousand miles tall sail of led and took off for the galaxy of gravy, at that time every sign pointed in the same direction and I'm not talking about Leonardo Da Vinci’s last supper here, and he's not talking about mine; inside the stomach of the electric pinapple scorpio there's a stranded whale sending out morse codes saying 17" rims, SKF bearings and 5/8-18" threads are so out of style.

The mystery man walked down the buttery sidewalk of my morning toast, on six feet long stilts of crystal he observed the break dancing Norwegian swordsman chasing the corpse-painted children riding bareback along the 16.75 millimeter axel shooting right through the cylindrical nest of the thirty-six headed chrome bee dolphin.

After all magnetic fields had been disolved, after the Musulman orphans had all returned back home it all came down to this; a physical Hindu temple architect is so hard to find. Blood red lanterns deep below the surface glows like a dying cucumber pony's dream, green and red, start and stop, life and flesh, one way or the other we'll all bath tonight.
Sing this text backwards seven times in a row and see what happens, or don't - and see what happens, imagination is nothing but the content of no imagination.

Arlen Nesstan Springer Fork

2011-09-16T14:03:00.006+02:00

Arlen Nesstan (that only makes sense in swedish) sorry.

This modification is practical for so many reasons; the bike will easily make it through the narrow gates of Valhalla, it would probably even make it through the fence, and...

I could ride it in the McDonald's drive in and park alot closer to the speaker so they can hear me better and manage to get my orders correct.

And it probably still wheighs about the exact same as a stock Springer, I mean since it's now more than twice as long but less than half as wide...

After a solid test ride we both agreed on this fork's fantastic roadholding qualities, and this could never had happened if it wasen't for Stekarn' the genius.

The 1947 title on this bike has a 3" over exemption, so now I only need to figure out an easy way to disguise the remaining 27" extension ...Aah, the future looks long.

The Wings Of Valkyrie's Are Always Intense

2011-09-14T12:10:00.005+02:00

I've always loved Springer forks, and my love for them is so strong that every time I put some other fork on a bike it feels like nothing but a temporary technique to maintain the balance, a technique to restore the cosmo-mechanical balance between Sportsters, 45"s, Big Twins and Indians, for example.

But still, when I decided to build a longbike the choice of fork was not an easy one. It was acctually more of an elementary treatise upon man's past evolution, present constitution and future development.

Since I've read in the ancient book of spells that the gates of Valhalla are super narrow this cosmechanical Springer process had to start all over again. This poor 1947 fork has already been slayed and extended 30" but to settle with only an extension, even though it may be a long one, would feel a bit like if Noah made peace with Neptune before he built the ark. And to succeed with this magic mission I needed help, so I spoke with Stekarn' and he was brave enough to take on the task right away. So, now this Springer fork is once again in it's infant stages, what the future holds nobody knows, the wings of Valkyrie's are always intense.

Magick Mushroom Springer Nuts

2011-09-07T10:16:00.007+02:00

I hate working with copper, but I had no choice since aluminium possesses no magical powers and I need those powers since this sacred mushroom ceremony is not only medicinal

...But also a very powerful interdimensional journey for the body, mind and spirit.

There is a world beyond ours, a world that is far away, nearby, and invisible.

And there is where God lives, where the dead live, the spirits and the saints, a world where everything has already happened and everything is known.

That world talks. It has a language of its own. I report what it says. The sacred mushroom takes me by the hand and brings me to the world where everything is known.

It is they, the sacred mushrooms, that speak in a way I can understand.

I ask them and they answer me. When I return from the trip that I have taken with them, I tell what they have told me and what they have shown me.

Sand blasted and threaded with 1/2" UNF to fit Springer fork stems, so now you can just bolt them on the top of your fork and follow the mushrooms wherever you ride, pretty trippy huh?

Avoiding Traffic Police / Step By Step

2011-08-29T11:59:00.008+02:00

How to avoid getting caught by traffic police for not having a valid driving license.
Step 1:
Get a sidecar mounted to your bike.

Step 2:
As soon as you see an officer on the freeway, shift her down in third gear.

Step 3:
Jump over in the sidecar. (This will take a while, trust me)

Step 4:
You can still reach the bars pretty easily so steering is not a problem, but if your bike, like this one, has a foot clutch there's no way to slow it down, or brake.

Step 5:
Gently pass the officer, think about a safe place and keep a straight face, and as soon as the officer is out of sight you can start the process of climbing back up on your bike. (This will also take a while, trust me)

In Sweden it’s not illegal to sit next to someone who’s not even sitting there riding a bike so that’s perfectly safe, I hope. But please check up what the law says about this particular matter in your country before utilising the stunt in traffic.
Or just get a driving license...

The Mirror of Abandoned Commandments

2011-08-26T13:54:00.002+02:00

Dead pony island baby walking down the hall, tomorrow echoes from silence, come together

Paradox timelines forms a crocodiles jaw, eating equators beneath me, it's now or never

Electric orphans rising in the nightfall, chimes of freedom is ringing, come together

People gather round me and let me tell a tale, come sit around the atomic campfire behold the Holy Grail

Cold blooded ancient jaws that shreds my insides also eases the yearning, come together

Elastic membrane enveloping high tides also pleases the burning, it’s now or never

Untamed frenzy from the brim of the claw whirling here right inside me, come together

Mirage-like alligators tainting my mind, green-purple creatures complete me, it's now or never

Spectral beings with the outlines of time, chimes of freedom is ringing, it’s now or never

Black surface’s silent midnights stride, white sunset’s whispering winds

Monoblocks On Their Way To Germany

2011-08-18T16:11:00.006+02:00

This is an open letter to my buddy Ivan from the faboulous Draggers;
Hi Ivan, hi internet, my name is Nicke Svensson and I am from Sweden, I like to eat lunch and ride motorcycles and think about melting jelly kremlins in explosion and I have a computer and a grumpy parrot named Acrobat Clam. I finally managed to not do anything else and get the matched Amals ready for your Panhead.

Sometimes I have nightmares when I'm wide awake, I have been told they will go away when I grow older, and I'm already older. I hope you are doing great over there in Germany.

I got them completly apart, not my nightmares - the carburetors, I did not drink. I took my time, brake cleaner and compressed air, David Crosby's falsetto on the stereo, I honed them and cleaned them. Crosby Stills Nash And Young.

Now they are jetted for a 74" and pre-tuned, the carburetors also comes with a lifetime warranty and 24 hour phone support, so if you ever have problems with them you just call me up or send them over. In four years I'll be 40 years old so I'll probably get all kinds of crisis doing alot of cocaine selling my bikes and buying a Ferrari, or not but anyway it's good that you get the carburetors in time.

They will be shipped Monday 11/08/22 09:30. Well, that's all for now Ivan. Thanx for last time and I hope to meet you soon, give my love to my friends over there, you know who they are. Thanx.

Mag-nificent Longbike Wheel Part II

2011-08-15T16:22:00.005+02:00

I've been getting quite a few "how to" questions about this setup so I figured I'll do another post about the wheel. The threads in the drum are milled out and then the drum is bolted up to the wheel from the inside. And if you need to replace the bearings at some point that's not a problem since you can just unbolt the drum and pop them out.

I cut down a 1936-57 brake sleeve to fit inside the hub as a spacer between the bearings ...Pretty beefy, and it already has the perfect ID to fit over the axle.

Here's how it all slides together, it's really quite simple. The combo of running a press-fitted spacer-sleeve on the wheel's left side along with running three (insted of two) 1967-72 Midstar bearings inside the drum makes it possible to run the original 1967-72 brake sleeve and brake shield without any modifications.

Bolted up with everything, four bearings total, steady as a tank ...All it needs right now is chrome.

...Oh, and a longbike.

Mag-nificent Longbike Wheel

2011-08-11T11:20:00.019+02:00

EME/US Mag ad from Street Chopper 1973... This pic is sniped from the great MC Art

Since I'm not really sure on what bearings these wheels were set up with I choose to run 1967-72 Harley Midstar bearings which required a few minor adjustments to fit. The brake of choice is a 1967-72 juice drum, just like in the ad.

Hey look! I even remembered to remove the chuck key, fantastic.

Left side spacer-sleeve ready to be pressed in the hub.

If this pic were turned upside down it would totally remind me of the movie poster for Independence Day.

Get it!? Ok, sorry...

Here's the sleeve pressed in, it sticks out 7 mm and has a 0.02 mm press fit inside the drum, not only to add a little extra stability but also as a stop for the bearings. To make this setup work you also have to drill out the threads in the drum and bolt the drum to the wheel from the inside.

The 1967-72 drum had internal bearings from the factory, but only two, I pressed in an extra so now there's three bearings on the left side, the more the merrier.

Machining press fitting is a bitch... The sleeve requires a 0.03 squeeze inside the hub and the bearing requires a 0.02 millimeter squeeze inside the sleeve.

The right side sleeve and bearing ready for the press.

Here we go again...

Now this wheel has a total of four bearings(!) which is overkill, but pretty funny and super steady, and that reminds me of the fact that now I also have to build a bike for this wheel to be mounted on...

It's Going To Be A Long Winter

2011-07-28T09:41:00.001+02:00

30" longer to be exact...

The EARTH whitout ART is just EH...

2011-07-23T10:04:00.004+02:00

Ok, so here's the pics from Fücker Chopper Fest #1

The wind in the willows playing tea for two, the sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Sebastian's 5" stroker enjoing the green fields of freedom.

Don't make me tell you again, choppers only - NO dressers...

Hey Candy Randy, this lineup makes me hungry. photo: Anneli Messo

Carbonated paint, Knucks, Shovels and Flatties... photo: Anneli Messo

Never mind the skunk, or what's in it. Here's Kalle Sjöström's Genny Shovel. photo: Peter Karlsson

Claes Lindblom's golden machine can go sideways through time, like an electric line, to your zodiac sign. Oh wait that's Silvermacine ...well, with that carburetor setup I'm sure Claes could do that too, even faster. photo: Peter Karlsson

You know which Van Halen song that is hands down the best? PANama! What did you think? Jump!? Come on... photo: Peter Karlsson

Che gets to feel the penetrating claws of imperialism.

Seriously, who brings dressers to a chopper fest..?

Lines of iron.

I'm no hippie but just see how sweet a little grass can make things unite, even Supertuppen found a brother.

Fuse's FAG Knuck! This bike used to run a 5.1/4" stroke ...now it runs like a Bat Out Of Hell! And I don't even listen to Meatloaf ...when I'm sober.

Perra's 1600cc Knuckle has seen more miles than most.

Totte and Rille drinking the Danish, hey Rille, hope your foot heals up fast, buddy.

The FAG's sweet modified dual M88 setup...

Hairy Canarie.

This is what magic looks like - photo: Anneli Messo

Drink like a fish, eat like a bird: Kalle and Rickard The 6 Volt Viking.

Just as blurry in front of the lence as behind it. Mr Longhair, Jörgen, Ms Longhair and Leis.

My memory ended way before this pic, and I'm still trying to find out if that's a good thing, but at least here you have the pics from the first ever Fücker Chopper Fest; the best show I've ever been to in my entire life.

Sissy Bar-barians At The Gate

2011-07-20T11:13:00.003+02:00

Here's a few more random shots from the chopper fest pre party and pre-pre party.

Sebastian's new Flathead build fired up and shined a light in our hearts.

Everyone else fired right up too!

Get that camera out of my face and hand me another one, ok!

I can't decide who's the best looking one..? I'm talking about the tanks hanging on the wall, what did you think! Geez...

Pandora's Primary...

The smoke inside made mechanical mushrooms grow right out of the radiator.

Backyard boogie, brews and bros ...and bobbers.

Every dome tells a tale.

Eternal bros.

Putting the cult in culture.

From hell they came...

That cider can wasen't mine, I swear.

Fuse the legend geared up and getting down.

The morning after the day before the moring after the day before... Getting ready to ride out to the show. I'll post pics from the Fücker Chopper Fest in a bit. *burp.

The Fücker Fest Traveling Agency

2011-07-19T11:32:00.012+02:00

Here's a random batch of pics from our ride from Stockholm to Strängnäs and down to Göteborg and the Fücker Chöpper Fëst. Left to right, right? Jörgen, Pete The 6 Volt Viking, Mr Chopper, Peter Longhair, Yours Truly, Panhead Totte, Corner and Rickard The 6 Volt Viking.

Well, how did you think Matte got his nickname Mr Chopper..! 1540cc Shovel, ouch!

Rickard's chop is impossible to stop, come rain, fire, dirt or wind ...or copper pipes in the belt drive - it'll still get him home on time - the world's toughest Shovel.

Jörgen's Panshovel is always a joy to behold.

Corner's murder Shovel, Ronald McDonald didn't dare to walk outside the reastaurant as long as it was parked here, but I can't blame him since I'm afraid of this bike too.

Stock is cock...

Corner ... who else?

Totte's dual carb 5" stroker still runs strong.

Speed-e-shift and dual carbs dialed to perfection; Totte is a genius.

Did I remember to bring my licence? ...Or wait I don't have one.

Peter Longhair's Monoblocked stroker.

Keeping the chopper mystique alive. Corner; Professor in chopper philosophy. Mr Chopper; Doctor in chopper history.

We all made it down to the Sissy Bar in time for liquid dinner and even though the rain got us pretty bad the last few miles we had such a great sunny and fun day of riding. I'll post way more pics tomorrow and if you want to see more right now there's tons of pics from the Fücker Fest if you go here: http://planetmotherfuckers.blogspot.com/

or here: http://lilkandyshop.myshopify.com/blogs/fucker

Advanced Odor Detection / The Future Of Mechanics

2011-07-11T16:34:00.005+02:00

Question; Is there any better fragrance than a warm ridden motorcycle filling up your garage? Answer; No there's not. And just how penetrating that fragrance is will be determinated by a myriad of mechanical combinations, let's take primary gearing for instance. A bad gearing combination will create an overstrained and overheated machine, and overheated machines burns oil and creates a highly unpleasant odor. A correct gearing on the other hand will make a happily running machine that'll only leave one of the most pleasant fragrances known to man - a warm motorcycle.

Original MoCo sheet of standard gearing and gas / oil capacity for all big twins 1936 - 1948.

So here at Rigid Hips we're now starting to develop a 'Motorcycle Odor Testing Device Unit' to be able to detect not only bad gearing but also every mechanical fault instantly through sense of smell.

No more counting gear teeth and boring math, no more uncertain wrenching in hope to detect what's wrong. The information is already out there - the only thing we need to do is find a secure way to measure and interpret the different aspects of odor.

We believe advanced odor detection to be the very future of every aspect of motor mechanical fault detection; fast, reliable, direct and antiseptically clean. But until this device is done we suggest you follow the ancient papyrus in the first pic and interpret the timeless codes to achieve final pipe dragging perfectionism in all four gears, ok that's all for now, but stay tuned.
Rigid Hips - Our Future Stinks.

The Original Witch Hunter General...

2011-07-07T10:04:00.007+02:00

...And also my cosmic twin Brandon at Mullins Chain Drive has finally opened an electric one dimensional portal straight into the very heart of Mullins Chain Drive in Richmond.

Mullins Chain Drive Blog

To Everything There Is A Season / Supertuppen Gets More Teeth

2011-07-05T11:44:00.004+02:00

I instantly disconnected the sidecar when we got back from Germany and yesterday I figured it's time to change the gearing to give Supertuppen a nicer freeway cruising RPM range.

Since the Model U Flathead's got this amazing tourqe I went straight from a 22 teeth transmission sprocket up to a 25. I was going to go with a 23 or maybe 24 at first but sometimes you just can't prevent yourself...

My cousin Adam took this amazing photo from the sidecar. And now since the sidecar is no longer on the bike it feels a bit like I'm rediscovering the inner being of the motorcycle all over again, and trying to translate the angelic feeling of beeing able to lean into curves through words would be a direct mockery to all literature known to mankind ...at best.

Never Learn Not To Love

2011-06-29T11:42:00.005+02:00

The Draggers afterparty Saturday night just might have been the best party on planet earth, it was magical. And I love you Dean, but you knew that already.

I'm so stoked my cousin Adam Wright came along for this ride, he was in the sidecar for two weeks straight, through burning sun and pouring rain, from small gravel roads to the Autobahn, drinking beer, shooting photos, eating or even sleeping, we had so much fun there's no way I could describe it on here. Adam is truly my favorite photographer, no one can catch a moment like he can, no one.

And he knows how to drink too, see you in a few months, I love you Adam.

I can see clearly now the rain is gone. There's not alot of people like you Jerry and I'll always love you for it.

Julian the hero rode all the way from Germany to Tidaholm and back with us. And he kept the kegs coming all night, thank you so much - you're a true ruler Julian.

We would never been able to pull off this trip if it wasn't for Anneli, thanx for everything and see you soon - you're truly the best.

Looks like Marcus had a revelation, and I don't think he was the only one?

Leaving Göteborg for Stockholm ...Everyone who came out and rode with us - from Arizona to Tidaholm, everyone who helped out, all of my friends - old and new, everyone involved in the Bottrop Show, I LOVE you all. And we'll meet again soon - The Road Goes On Forever And The Party Never Ends.

Stockholm - Bottrop / Part #2

2011-06-27T12:31:00.005+02:00

Here's a few more random pics from our Germany trip...

The Bottrop Bike Show was a total mindmelter! Jerry won best Knuckle, Jimmy won best Pan, Le Beef won best Shovel and I won best Flathead. So stoked..! The Draggers are the best dudes ever, thanx for all the beer, beautiful helmets and great times.

Outside the Sissy Bar getting ready for Germany...

Highwaymen are hard to find, and harder to keep.

A strong German duck.

Outside our motel somewhere outside Bremen, this was the day after Rickard's Genny Shovel caught fire outside a gas station. It sure was scary but nothing a good carb cleaning, new coil and a fresh set of plugs couldn't fix. Rickard rode with us all the way back up to Stockholm and the bike ran strong as ever.

Nothing dries wet gloves like a Knuck.

Waiting for the sun.

Back in Kiel about to board the ferry.

Looks like Satan finally found a way to speak to us, I just wish I knew what he was saying? Maybe Corner knows..?

Stockholm - Bottrop / Part #1

2011-06-23T14:25:00.011+02:00

Here's a few random pics from me and Adam's little flathead trip from Stockholm, Sweden to Bottrop, Germany, we were out riding for two weeks and did stops at the Joker's Show in Tidaholm and then spent a few days in Göteborg on our way down to Bottrop. There was so many great people showing up riding with us all the way from Tidaholm and the UL didn't even cough once during the whole trip, we had the best of times.

Peter Longhair and Marcus getting ready for the Autobahn.

Me, Rickard, Anneli and Jimmy getting ready for the ferry's buffé

Adam getting the sidecar ready for Germany.

Sebastian's Knucklehead is one of my all time favorites, I just love that bike.

One of too many gas stops, or wait, we ran out of gas a few times so I guess that should be too few..?

Jerry broke down on the Autobahn, changed the plugs and off we went.

Somewhere near Hamburg, or was it Bremen, or wait, I think it might have been Hannover? I was hungover I do remember that much.

I love Jerry, and he even got his rain jacket to try some of the German mayonnaise...

Good times at the show, Benji is such a ruler.

Beware of the tulip!

There was so many great friends showing up from all over the world and I can't wait to go back next year, I want to thank everyone involved in the show and specially The Draggers for taking such great care of us at all times, we are beyond stoked. So, hats off to you and I'll post more pics in a bit...

Exploding Plastic Inevitable

2011-06-07T12:28:00.002+02:00

Andy Warhol never full throttled a Knucklehead on the freeway during a hot day. Or maby he did and that's when he came up with the name for his series of multimedia events?

Jesus Christ, just look at this magneto cap.
Repro magneto caps suck so bad, the original ones where made of bakelite, this one's plastic. What can I say, Exploding Plastic Inevitable.

It's A Long Way Back To Germany

2011-06-04T10:06:00.009+02:00

Just spent half a gallon of Loctite on the UL, got the lefty sidecar re-mounted and tuned the brakes.

We're leaving Stockholm on Thursday 9:th for The Jokers Show and then on Sunday we'll ride down to Gothenburg to spend a few days before...

We leave Sweden and ride across the beautiful country of Denmark and deep into Germany for the Bottrop Bike Show. This is going to be so much fun I can't wait.

Hope to see you somewhere along the way.

The Night Of The Moth

2011-05-31T22:53:00.006+02:00

The black Mercedeses followed each other compactly up the minuscule mountain roads, like a long black snake trying to flee its own tail hunted by the burning sun. 4000 feet below them there was still a war on the beaches of Normandy, my war. I brought it there and even though I didn’t like it any more than I liked Henry Rollins singing in Black Flag it kinda put things in perspective. A shiny glimpse of a circular past illuminated my graveled expectations; instead of unity I felt isolation.

The French Riviera is magnificent in May she said from behind her outsized Gucci eyewear as the Lamborghinis passed outside the restaurant where a bottle of wine costs more than all the clothes on my body, but sometimes it’s not about the money. Reflections in tinted Bentley windows portraying palm tree parades leading up to The Carlton Hotel, the sun sets leisurely over the jewelry drenched haciendas as the murderer met her at the Viper Room, 5 hours left until she met her doom, blood tastes better if you had a pulse he mumbled, the ghost of River Phoenix and a bag of blow can’t save you now. The bottles piled up between my feet as my spirit fell from grace.

Rewind my soul right here on the beach, through moonlit skies, foliage symphonies and breaking waves, the bloody red shorelines are whispering my name. The night of the moth raises the divine wings of dawn or was it the other way around?

Jesus Christ I love being drunk and I really love Buco windshields, specially the small Cushman model without the headlight cutout at the bottom, the same model used on Indian Chiefs and the four cylinder models. Buco did these windshields in several sizes and colors so to find a color matched 21” X 22” sure was a bloody poetic experience.

The Model U-niverse / An Intergalactic Electric Uterus

2011-05-23T13:37:00.014+02:00

If you get on a Model U and hit exactly 100 kilometers per hour at 01:00 at night you open the luminous gateway between our universe and the parallel Model U-niverse.

In this spectacular Model U-niverse our world is flat, the freeways are eternal and there's no OHV's guarding the gates of dawn. Just roll the throttle and it will roll you right back shooting you straight into total cosmic weightlessness, total awareness, the final focus of harmonious physics. Ride at night like the coyote in the desert, feel the inversed isolation - there’s just no comparsion.

Emotion and thought, nature and culture, the surf and turf of the mind. Inside the Model U-niverse the mind is so in tune with the surroundings it'll constantly feel like you’re bathing in body tempered water; an intergalactic electric uterus. Every emotion has to be translated into text to be delivered, the great paradox of written art, stranded on the shorelines of cryptogram interpretation. Hovering mystical rapture emerge as the mind expands, the spirit transformed into a negative reflection of itself reversing gravity, shooting streams of energy traveling back and forth at the speed of death. The brutal pulsation from 4.9/32” strokes forcing deep and dark city street labyrinths to pure savage freeways, freeways looped via tunnel vision into delicate endless orbits and asphalted sparkling silver stripes of velvet. Flatheads Forever.

Rigid Hips Japan

2011-05-19T08:04:00.005+02:00

We're proud to announce that The World / Psycho Wheels in Osaka is now the official Rigid Hips dealer in Japan.

Be sure to visit them for an amazing collection of chopper culture related stuff, and more...

Just click here to visit the Psycho Wheels Online Store

Restricted Medication / God, Nurse Ratchet, Riley, Devo, Dylan, The Devil and More...

2011-05-17T07:50:00.002+02:00

The ancient wolf of time sure buried her fangs deep in these Riley Venturis, making them wounded beyond repair.

So out come the lathe lathey lathe and lathed across my garage bed, just like Bob Dylan would, or he probably wouldn't but this post ain't about Bob, it's about my LIFE, I can't seem to get that through to you!? I'm not just talking about one person, I'm talking about EVERYBODY! I'm talking about EVERYTHING, I'm talking about form, I'm talking about CONTENT! I'm talking about interrelationships, I'm talking about GOD, the DEVIL, HELL and HEAVEN! Do you understand!? FINALLY - YES it's also about freshly made internal Riley carburetor parts...

I skipped the math lesson and calculator this time and went with my Gut Feeling, just like Devo would. So, the new veturis came out 1" sharp. These carbs will be mounted on the 1500cc TT Knuckle, and it will need all the gas speed it can possibly get. Pic is shot from the throttle side of the carb.

Here are the two types of Riley idle tubes I've seen so far; the one to the left in the pic is for Alchohol and the other one's for gasoline. Get it, Chief..?

Here's the newly finished idle tubes, I believe this restricted petroleum medication will be pretty good for a 1500cc. Ok, the Riley gasoline tubes originally have a .125" / 3.175 millimeter ID, however I did the ID on these .118" / 3 millimeter. Also the air bleed on the OG Riley tubes are 1/16" / 1.5875 millimeter. These new ones have a .059" / 1.5 millimeter air bleed.

I always used to calculate for a long time before I decided on what drills to use when it came to internal carb parts, BUT LIKE I SAID, I skipped the math this time and just went with my gut feeling, I followed the VOICES INSIDE MY HEAD, GET IT!? And that's the truth and nothing but the TRUTH so help me Nurse Ratchet.

Happiness Is A Warm Drum

2011-05-14T17:30:00.011+02:00

My entire life I’ve been a worried man, and as long as I can remember I’ve worried my mind about pretty much every single thing, it’s like I’m obsessed, I gave up long ago - it's in my DNA. Back when I was a teenager I used to doubt the laws of gravity a lot, this was the reason I always had birds instead of dogs, I still do. As a kid I believed birds didn’t need gravity in the same direct way dogs do to survive. This gravitational doubt got so horrific at times I had to tie ropes around my ankles when I went to bed at night to keep my body from drifting out in space. A few years ago I magnaflux tested a set of Knuckleheads and when the process proved beyond all reasonable doubt they had absolutely no cracks at all, the old doubting obsession kicked in, so I continued to examine the heads with a magnifying glass so intensely and for so many hours I had to be hospitalized overnight because of the worst attack of dehydration and overstrained eye muscelature you could possibly imagine. See what I’m getting at? I could go on and on but I’ll spare you any further examples…
Riding season is upon us and pretty much everyone who's out under the sun punishing the ancient flatheaded iron tends to get a bit worried about overheating their bike from time to time, or like me - constantly worried about overheating; is the carb running just a little bit lean? Is the ignition just a little bit retarded? Did I get the compression just a little bit too high? Will I have to run another red light? am I really sober yet?
But now, thanks to science you can all breathe a sigh of relief. And this is actually pretty cool, a 1932 74" VL measured by a Fluke Ti32 Thermal Imager. I came across this test a few days ago and thought I'd post it on here; this test article was done by Fluke after the ’32 VL had run 5 miles.

The 1932 74" VL used for the heat test.

Before the test ride, with the engine at the ambient temperature.

Just fired up, the motorcycle quickly heats its exhaust pipes.

After the ride, the rear brake temperature has climbed.

The front brake appears to be running cooler than the rear, possibly because of better air flow.

The intake side of motor.

Infrared image reveals that the rear cylinder is hotter than the front cylinder.

Pretty cool test huh? You can get your own Fluke Thermal Imager right here and calmly study the exact temperature of your motorcycle, for me unfortunately, it'd probably just be a waste of money...

Revelation of The Seat Clevis Serpent

2011-05-10T10:55:00.007+02:00

I feel a raging need to shine a light over the 1929-up seat clevis pin and spring, one of the most tasteful and intelligent designs in the entire history of the Motor Company. I can spend hours in the garage just staring at this spring from different angles dreaming of times way before my own.

I simply don’t feel this mechanical geniousity has gotten the attention it deserves. It’s even beyond mechanical; it’s more frankly described as intellectual, and still this delicate construction is a bit overlooked.

The design of the spring is so immaculate it will always remain a symbol of what this whole world used to be all about at one point, before over-commercialization swept in and fried everything on the altar of good taste, everyone who’s ever installed or popped one of these springs knows what I’m referring to and I wasn’t’ even around at that time, that’s how superior the design is; it stood the hardest test of all – the test of time.

NickeLeaks Reveals $1300 Knucklehead

2011-05-03T19:37:00.017+02:00

Several cases of OHV radiation illness symptoms were reported and registered at the United States Government's alien biogenetics laboratory in Milwaukee during the late 1930's

And even though some of this information now has leaked, there's still a ton more hidden under the shadows of dark wings from the spines of advanced governments and their elitist forces. Today I fear reports of the same nature being revealed in the near future, reports of similar OHV radiation symptoms ...only this time located South of Stockholm, Sweden.

What makes me fear this scenario is among other things that a friend of mine brought this box to my garage today, a box he payed $1300.00 for (needless to say it was not bought on the internet) Now I'm gonna build the motor for him, so it'll sure cost him a lot more before it's all finished, alot more beer that is. I'll just have to find a way to manipulate the OHV radiation levels, one trusted technique is to simply give in and indulge in the OHV radiation.
Something that may be devastating for the soul of the one who follows the divine path of the Side Valve, but due to lack of mechanic complications from constructing radiation-resistant full-body armor, still very well worth considering.

The aggressive OHV radiation epidemic wildly spread from Wisconsin and all over this planet starting in the late 1930's, and the incubation period is still very very short ...as some of you may have experienced already.

How To Narrow A Springer Step By Step

2011-04-27T13:20:00.013+02:00

The Leader of The American Cave Dwellers has once again managed to establish electrical contact with the Elk dwelling Northmen from the multi-dimensional tornado of doom, dancing over the frozen thundra. The death of every cell membrane structure known to man, the virgin birth of a baby seal and nothing in between. A brain desolving baton pass of love that'll continue to echo between parallel universes for eternal time. But what do I know? I'm just a mailman, Brandon is the letter writer:

I'm always the last one to know the score. Man honestly sometimes I never find out. One time I almost got aids - never even knew it. Being modest is the new arrogant? Finger jewelry is the new chain wallet? I'm so obscure I don't even know who I am anymore. Who's the new Zack Gallafanackuss of the SKATEBOARD CROSS OVER SCENE? I feel old. For real. I think it's from all the drugs. I cant help myself. I just love drugs. They're the best. Normal life is awful. Have you looked at your normal ass life? Stop and smell the roses? Enjoy the simple things in life? Only if they're covered in drugs.

What I can't understand is where all the money comes from? I mean, who's financing all these Knuckleheads? I've been a professional car builder phony for 10 years now? I'm 33? I went to work for Cole at ...23? yeah... 10 years. Professional? Haha yeah right. It's my profession? Lame. Anyway, I'm always broke. So I don't think theres any real money in this. I don't think there should be. But what we need to find out is how everybody else is making it look so good/easy/easyrider. For years I figured it was just clowns with trust funds or big insurance settlements or healthy residuals from embarrassing dog shit. But lately, thanks to the drugs, I've been inclined to think there's another big break through that once again I've been left out of...

Living out in Richmond, you have to keep your wits about you. Know the beat down on that dirty street. Randomly I was buying some cheap groceries at the dollar store and I saw these 2 cultural fellas covered in diamonds and gold. I overheard them talking about a guy downtown with a machine that would turn garbage into gold! I mean ACTUAL GOLD! Well, these days I've been seriously thinking about unloading all this junk that I keep telling myself one day I'll have the time and money to do something with. I figured why not, I'll just bring ONE little trinket with me and see if this guy's on the level. Finding the location of this Modern Day Alchemist was easy enough, I just followed the folks downtown wearing the most gold.

The next part of this story is going to seem pretty hard to believe but I promise, its all perfectly conceivable in these circumstances. And you people at home can interact with the story if you like. It's best that you take as many drugs as you can without dying from this point on.

Dr. Phillip Good was apparently a brilliant rogue pharmacist in the later part of the 90's. However his practice was taken from him for reasons unrelated to this story. What's important is he has since developed a powerful ray using science and light waves to change photon phases and re-arrange molecular orientation by multiverse exchange student technology. Basically by manifesting the possibility of another reality, we manifest it in the multiverse, this ray will then cause a rift that will transport matter from this reality into the opposing reality. Dr Phillip basically has a version of himself waiting in the multiverse to exchange our garbage for gold, which is abundant in his coinciding dimension. Pretty simple concept really, so I gladly handed him my Springer.
The lights grew dim as the garbage matter was placed on the table. The ray pulled a lot of electricity. We had to keep from thinking heavy thoughts.

The ray emitted a painfully bright flash, then fire burst from mid air, a portal had opened!

You could smell the hair singed from Dr. Phillips beautiful beard. Another colossal flash, more powerful than the first we were dangerously close to being killed!!

And then the lights returned. The Springer was gone. What sat on the pedestal was no pile of gold however.

Dr. Phillip scratched his burning beard. Unsure of why the transdimensional portal had sent us back the African Santa. - Could it be that Santa is African in the Multiverse? Or maybe the gold had been depleated in the new dimension? Were Dr. Phillips mathematical figures slightly off? A small error in this dimension could equate to bizarro events in another. I WAS CERTAINLY GETTING SKEPTICAL.

Then with a loud fwooosh!!! The head of African Santa shot flames! The portal had opened once again!
No!!!! Cried Dr. Phillip! The ray is still running and your skepticism has manifested yet another mal aligned form from the dimensional door! All is lost!

Things had taken a turn. What was now crouched stealthily and gleaming in front of us was clearly no Santa. It's the 14 Karat Warrior from the 155th Dimension!! Screamed Dr. Phillip!

I was mortified. My lack of faith had conjured a fierce being from a world that existed alongside our own. Possibly this deadly monster was created by my manifestations? Too late for introspection. I looked to Dr. Phillip for some kind of solution!
Our only chance is to summon another trans dimensionall dweller! Someone who can defeat this golden demon! The doctors shrieks of horror were interrupoted by another flash! The door had opened once again.

There in front of the Majestic and muscular golden Warrior lay my springer fork! At least I thought it was my springer fork!!
Somehow through its travels through time and space it had changed. This new fork was much narrower, stronger, deadly even. With a look of courage in his eyes, the good Doctor grabbed the Springer!

As Dr. Phillip placed his hands upon the shining and narrow Springer front end, he was transformed. I shall manifest my own destiny Cried the Doctor! I shall become the Samurai Barbarian of the NORTH!!!

Determined to cast the 4k Warrior back to the 155th dimension, a grueling battled ensued.

But the golden warrior was no match for the powerful blows thrown down by the Springer weilding BARBARIAN.

The Golden Warrior, while very handsome and mysterious had lost, and fled back to dimension 155.

With the villain vanquished the triumphant Barbarian morphed back into the doctor.

I crawled out from under a pile of wreckage to find the doctor holding the Springer.

It was left behind. Or maybe it was your destiny all along to manifest this new Springer young man, said the Doctor.

When the 14 karat Warriors of the multiverse threaten us, we can call on our strengths and send them back to where they belong!

The most valuable weapon in the transdimensional struggle isn't gold at all!

The alchemy is inside you!

The World Is Flat

2011-04-24T16:08:00.002+02:00

Long time ago back in the Garden of Eden, when Adam and Eve were still discovering each other under the great Tree of Knowledge, the Demonic Serpent ambushed them mercilessly and manipulated them by giving both Adam and Eve peripheral vision.

And peripheral vision is something that we humans still live with to this day. The Serpent’s reason for doing so was to give us humans the illusion of living in a spherical world, to provide us with the illusion that we are living on a round planet.

Guess what, we’re not. Our world is flat like a sheet of paper. We are all living on the very edge of a cylindrical nanosecond located around the fourth dimension.

Time is our soil; it’s only that through the spawn of the Serpent we’ve always experienced time as something round, just look at how we designed almost every clock – round and constantly repeating itself; the snake biting its own tail, the closed circle – the symbol of eternity. All lies, circles are evil, circumference is evil and the only true symbol of eternity is a flat line, not a bowed one.

Time does not work in circular patterns, time is totally linear, and that’s why we’ve never been able to fully understand time. Multitudes of people thought Einstein nailed it when he said something like “time is what you measure by a clock” but that’s still a pretty incomplete statement, even if you ignore the fact that the clock itself is a complete lie. I actually take Albert’s statement a lot more like a sign of giving up on understanding time, than anything else.

Jesus Christ was crucified on a perfectly flat two dimensional cross, a symbol of two crossed lines, the symbol of two worlds crossing; The Annunaki sorcerers and the humanoids, the cross itself was fabricated by a few brave human souls from Bethlehem in hope to send out a sign to the world, a sign of the final truth.

Evil priest class dimension-hopping demons wanted to crucify Jesus to a great wooden circle but they got beat down by the Palestinians, so the only circular thing they managed to get on him was the crown of thorns.

Since we humans have continued through all times with our distorted vision of a peripheral system, we’ve also committed some heavily distorted constructions, like the OHV's ...when humans first designed the combustion engine it was a beautiful Flathead, the flat line will always remain the symbol of final truth and heavenly glory.

And then over time the demonic peripheral distortion got too heavy and the human race became more confused than ever before, a strong proof of this was when people first started designing hemispheric combustion chambers and over head valves, OHV’s are not operating linear up and down like the divine Flatheads, the OHV’s distorted the divine flat line of truth.

The dreadful rocker arm construction manipulated the valves to open back downwards against the lifters committing a circle of treason.

The over head valve construction created the beginning of a circular movement, the opening act of evil, the ultimate treason. Today Jesus’ cross is long gone, decomposed since many many years, and that leaves the Flathead as the only thing that remains totally pure, the very thing that continues to echo through all eternity as the unlimited divine symbol of final truth.

The world is flat.

Chain Stuffed Meatloaf With Parkerized Gravy

2011-04-20T11:50:00.012+02:00

The word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only, who came from the father, full of grace and truth.
- John 1:14

Are you one of those culinary souls who have a tendency to endulge in mind altering activities like crockpot long cooking then this is definetly for you; this luxurious yet easy take on a classic meat loaf is one of our most trusted recipes here at RHS.

The ingridiences you need for the chain stuffed meatloaf are:
1 Harley-Davidson outer primary cover
1 Harley-Davidson inner primary cover
1 primary chain
A hand full of cad-plated hardware and cork seals
9 liters of parkerizing fluid and about the same amount of beer.
RHS - Helping adventurous souls achieve culinary inspiration since 2007

Peter Longhair The Hero

2011-04-19T09:52:00.005+02:00

Peter's new dual carb Knuckle chop is a mindmelter.

1440 cc of screaming Knucklehead power, dual Amal Monoblocs and Rigid Hips restored magneto complete with a Teardrop Of Ingmar Bergman.

Peter is one of the best dudes in the business, it takes people like him if I'm gonna stay interested.

Rainbow braces pic sniped from Räka Productions

A Tempestuous Bouquet Of Tricks

2011-04-15T10:09:00.008+02:00

The stroked 1947 crankcase for the TT Knuck is finally finished. A tricky mission for sure but Charley pulled it off with ease. So many small tricks done to it, like steel inserts at the frame mounts.

And threaded inserts in the generator mounting holes. The Wico magneto is bolted down at 26 degrees sharp, this chain drive construction proved to be a solid one since there is no difference in degrees what so ever between the front and rear sprockets.

Here's how the peekaboo cam cover turned out. There was such a brain melting amount of work that had to be done to make it look this simple. The cover is split at an angle to seal up properly and then machined from top to bottom with a 1 mm mill to make a vertical seat for the o-ring, a pretty complicated surgery since the cam cover is curved and not straight from top to bottom. It also required a serious part of welding to build up the connecting surface in the lid, and then both surfaces had to be milled again at the exact same angle.

Since one of the plugs in the case that fixates the cam cover ended up on the lid, Charley also had to machine the case for a new one to make sure there's still two plugs fixating the rear part of the cam cover. You can peep the newly installed plug at the very top of the cam cover - right between the lifter housings, and after the plug was installed the oil canal in the case had to be re-routed/re-drilled. Looks pretty handsome with a cam cover bolt pattern that's not interupted by any generator screw holes... Well, that's only some of the stuff that had to be done to make this thing come together, alot of work for sure but well worth it and after all I'll be able to re-set the ignition without unbolting the cam cover, and that alone feels like a victory of biblical proportions.

The Ballad Of Brandon & The American Cave Dwellers

2011-04-14T10:22:00.002+02:00

The sky was wide and weary, electric arrow lightening cracked the land, as the forests were all quiet and the cities they were all made of sand

I wish you could have been there, on the day all music started in the spring, I wish you could have been there to see the endless band of gypsies rolling in

I ate a thousand mountains, I drank a thousand oceans can’t you see

That I walked a thousand planets, I formed a thousand armies, and now I’m free.

260 & 261 - Serial Side Draft Salvation

2011-04-13T08:06:00.004+02:00

I just came across another pair of Riley Racing Carbs. These are a matched set of early style castings without the main jet air bleed between the floatbowl and throat. Note how they're stamped 1 and 2 at top of floatbowls and throats, I'd guess it's for time saving while wrenching/tuning during racing - pretty cool.

And unlike most Riley carbs the idle circuits on these carbs were never drilled out for alcohol, they even had the same size main jets and idle tubes as I was planning to use!

Matching serial numbers, now that's so radical it almost scares me, it's a sign for sure - but I have no idea of what? ...I wish I knew. Now they just need a few things, like a good cleaning and a Knucklehead motor - well, don't we all?

Mullins Chain Drive's Electro Metallic Emulsifier

2011-04-11T10:33:00.013+02:00

Brandon sent me a letter this morning;

I had been having visions of a strange object floating in the mighty troposhphere. Rigid yet soft. Firm yet moist. Taught yet vulnerable.

Jasin and I knew it was our destinies to manifest this vision into something the world could curl up with and get to know better. I could no longer allow this mental book end to keep us languishing in the CONFINES OF THEIR BARN FINDS. As leader of the AMERICAN CAVE DWELLERS I recruited Jasin to construct what you people in Sweden might call an electro metallic emulsifier. Using gamma waves we can make the implausible plausible.
Step #1

The first step was to track down an origional tuck and roll fabric, only an authentic piece would do. Something with a prestigious racing promenance.

Step #2

The second element in this equation was a tank Jasin had been building up for a project. I decided it was in its best interest to give itself up for the scientific cause. Nice and smooth, nothing really too spectacular about it. A tank for all occasions. After thourough calculations, body fat readings, rockwell testing and PH balancing, it was connected to the device Jasin built in the lab. All contact points were measured exactly. Any miscalculation may be a potential disaster. Thousands of lives were at stake.

Step #3
After checking and re checking our numbers and figures, it was time to send the millions of kilowatts through the tank and expose the entire area to heavy waves of GAMMA RADIATION. Everytrhing was going exactly according to plan until Jasin decided to increase the wave frequency!!! Then suddenly I became engulfed in the radioactive material and it sprayed from my glowing orifices.

The waves consumed the entire lab throwing both Jasin and me into a frenzied spiral of radioactive attitude adjustment. All was lost. What started as a beautiful dream had no doubt ended in terror and heart ache.

Step #4

And just as soon as the disaster had begun, it was over. Somehow we had been spared. Jasin noticed first - the Troposheric Emulsion Observation Chamber was reading that something inside had arrived... Like a sparkling baby dolphin from a deep sea virgin birth it shined upon the remains of the charred laboratory.

And so it came to pass that the Metallic KO Tuck and Roll Emulsifier Ray succeeded, we will celebrate this day for the rest of our lives even as the harmful rays we have been exposed to slowly ebb away at our insides until finally we too become solid steel underwater dwellers.

Oh Crap! ...Another Step By Step

2011-04-07T12:03:00.012+02:00

I've always been paranoid about the hubs on my bikes, I know the early style starhubs are reliable when done right, but since I've had some bad experience with them swelling up from heating on freeways and so on I wanted this bike's hubs to be bulletproof. So I choose to run this type of rear hub that Harley came out with in 1967, with pressed in modern type bearings. The front hub on this bike is still an early starhub that's been machined and had modern type bearings pressed in, there's no way to notice it in the front but the rear hub is a bit more complicated to disguise.

To the left is the 1967-71 hub cover and to the right the starhub cover.

Cutting the ears of the 1967 cover, Van Gogh style.

Here's both covers cut up waiting to be welded.

Papp papp papp papp papp...

Cleaning up the spot welds on the inside, the lathe sounded very Dennis Thompsonish while doing this.

The original 1967-71 hub had to be drilled and threaded since it lacks the starhub bolt pattern.

And here's the parkerized result, now it might not fool the OEM elitists but nothing compares to the feeling you get on the freeway knowing you run on bulletproof hubs. I still have to modify the rear axle's OD to fit the bearings and the axel spacer has to be cut/machined to fit and to seal up the right way against the hub... Well, enough of this nonsens.

New Rigid Hips T-Shirts

2011-04-06T09:48:00.009+02:00

This just in from the printers!
Rigid Hips Parrot Trooper T-Shirts in Flight Red, made from nice quality Gildan shirts.

Sizes available are:

Small
Medium
Large
X-Large
XXL

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150 SEK including national shipping
(regretable tattoos not included)

Just click at the store icon to the right in your browser.

The DNA Of A 1947 FLTT Racer

2011-03-31T12:57:00.017+02:00

I just painted the TT Knucklehead and now it's time for its final assembly.

FLTT Racing tanks are so neat, and the mandatory Knuckle Valve Spring around the seat post is in place.

5.00-16" Good Year Grasshopper and a shortened fender

4.00-19" Good Year Grasshopper and a 1947 Springer.

Late 1947 slim neck frame.

It's even got a front axle and...

A Rigid Hips Raised Transmission Kit

Tranny plate mounted with extended bolts

Sergeant Lee is coming - and you're on his list.

I'm just Watching the wheels...

The High Frequency Troposphere Research Program

2011-03-28T09:13:00.008+02:00

The High Frequency Troposphere Research Program is the delicate collaboration between Mullins Chain Drive and Rigid Hips Stockholm to bring you the most advanced technological motorcycle helmet known to man, and here’s a sneak peak of what’s to come. It’s not only chock resistant like no helmet ever before but it also makes you resist human capacity for reproduction, hunger, religion, dumbness, sadness and daily workday intoxication.

The HFTRP helmet even comes with a remote mind control function to read people’s minds while cutting through traffic, and on top of that it’ll make you fully able to control the climate within a range of 4.7 miles and of course it’s 100% g-force resistant. This magnificent helmet won’t be available until sometime around 2013 due to a few unsolved technical/political difficulties with NATO, but hang in there; we will announce you as soon as they’re ready to hit the shelves. The HFTRP helmet will be able in NASA White only, not fake patina or flake paint – well, I guess fake patina is the new flake paint but who cares. This is cutting edge science at its finest and if you’re one of the first 100 lucky people to pre-order this helmet we will throw in a fluxgate magnetometer and a Happy Meal …for free.

The Process Crank of The Final Judgement

2011-03-25T14:06:00.009+01:00

The FLTT crankcase is ready for it's final assembly, it sure has been a long process to get the chain driven Wico magneto and everything to line up as it's supposed to. And getting the Leineweber #5 cam to fit required a needle bearing and alot of machine work, also a serious shave of the lifter housing bottoms.

New drain/freeze plugs installed... Charlie even fabricated a special tool to tap them in place correctly.

And here's the MoCo TT Magneto masterplan.

The flywheels for this build are a set of dual right side UL flywheels that's had the crankpin holes re-drilled and a FL crankpin installed offset, that'll bump the 4.9/32” stroke up to 4.13/32” and compared to the stock 74" OHV stroke 3.31/32" it's quite a bit longer. Combined with the 3.5/8" bore it will be a 91" / 1500cc. This flywheel assembly is now balanced and ready to go in the cases. The motor should be done in the next couple of weeks now hopefully ...I can't wait to hear this thing run.

Forever Changes

2011-03-23T10:48:00.005+01:00

The Los Angeles rock band Love is one of the very best bands ever, and if you don't listen to them already you're definetly missing out on a radical part of music history.

The genius behind Love is named Arthur Lee and he was born in 1945, about the same time as the Lee clutch pedals first came in production. I was searching for something in the garage the other day and I found this old Lee pedal I completly forgot about. And all it needed was a little Love.

Over time the pedal hole had become pretty worn out and oval, so I cut i apart, drilled it out, did a little brass bushing and pressed in, had to re-drill and re-thread the grease nipple hole and re-weld the bracket and it's good to go. I won't even clean it - I'll just run it as it is.

Not listening to Love is a crime and the sentence is a Social Distortion neck tattoo.

From The Eerie Vaults of DicE Magazine

2011-03-22T09:42:00.001+01:00

Here's a few random RHS ad's from DicE Magazine

Using Play-Doh to measure the distance from valve to piston dome still works fine as long as you cut it with a brand new razor blade before measuring. Using a knife will increase the chances of getting a classic valve sallad.

Just tryin' to keep my balance...

That's right folks, latex heads for Model U Flatheads, aluminium is so out of tyle.

And finally, getting some heavy help measuring up the EL cam shaft's side play.

Complete Riley Carburetor Setup

2011-03-18T09:53:00.005+01:00

Here's the complete original Riley Side Draft Carburetor setup, as being offered in June 1947 from the The George Riley & CO Engine Design & Development.

Complete with Offenhauser intake, Aircraft hose clamps and fittings, Heim Joint CO linkage and soldered fuel lines.

I'll use as much as I can from the original setup on the TT Knuckle, I would guess this is about as far from each other the carbs will be mounted on the motor so hopefully not too many mods are needed to make the original linkage fit the bike.

How cool is this; The very first sketch of the side draft carburetor...

And finally, the original wooden patterns used to produce the carburetor.
Have a great weekend everybody.

Dual Cam Springer Brake

2011-03-16T17:53:00.004+01:00

The dual cam Springer brake has been a bit debated lately, so are they better than the single cam brake or complete crap?

My personal experience is; the one to the right is the terrible one that makes people talk shit about them, I spent days timing the cams trying to dial it just right, I switched brake shoes, I even got the brake shoes relined. And still, all it ever gave me was a slight feeling of acceleration when hitting it = the one to the right is complete shit. *Note the differerences between the left and right brake's shoes.

The brake to the left in this pic on the other hand is the good one, acctually the very best Springer brake I've ever had, but it took a few tricks; I had to mount it in an original brake drum, then reline and grind the shoes to fit. Note how the shoes pivots at totally different locations, there's quite a few more differences that may be hard to tell from looking at the photos but there's just NO comparesion when it comes to braking performance.

Here's the good one mounted on the FLTT after I got the shoes relined, grinded and fitted in an original brake drum. Also, every aftermarket wire I've tried stretched like a rubber band and never really stopped stretching giving the brake that spongy feeling. A NOS wire will do miracles here.

After timing the cams and dialing it in perfectly this brake setup will still need a few miles to get that 100% solid/consistent feeling. So if you're about to get one of these brakes, at least now you know my limited but hopefully helpful experience about them...

Rigid Hips at Bottrop Bike Show!

2011-03-15T10:51:00.001+01:00

I want to thank everyone involved in The Bottrop Bike Show for inviting me, I'm so stoked and I'm gonna do my very best to finish the FLTT in time for this.

However, if I fail to get the bike done in time (and I do that alot) I figured I'll just bring The White Album - after all, that is the world's greatest album of all time - so that has to count as a solid plan B, right..?

Ok sorry, I need to go back to the garage now to finish plan A.
And thanx again for the invite guys, it's gonna be a blast, I'm really looking forward to it.

The All Original 102" UL Restoration

2011-03-11T13:05:00.009+01:00

The last couple of weeks I've managed to do some serious progress on the 2-3 years long UL restoration.

Accept from a few dual details this bike will look dead stock.
Totte did such a great job on the 1937 paint scheme. It took me equally long to get the decals in place as it took him to paint the entire bike.

The poor Flathead motor will be startled up to 102" (1670 cc)
5.250" Stroke and early Evo Pistons.
Super Stupid, but it's fun right? Humor, who cares. This is what the intakes looked like before I cut them down to size.

Perry Ruiter helped out finding a few parts I just couldn't get a hold of, like the dash base etcetera. Thanx Perry.

Finally, even though LeBeef haven't done any work on this bike the sticker itself makes it LeBeef Equipped, so what can I say? - I won't be able to feel sadness or hunger ever again.

The Past Is Not At Rest

2011-03-09T14:04:00.005+01:00

This project started in the winter 2007/2008 I think, things were going fine, I felt strong.

My brilliant idea was to run a 1933 VL Frame around a 103" dual carb, dual magneto Knuckle, the plan was to make the engine single fire through running single-fire wires on both mags; one to each cylinder and then sync them to keep the 315°/405° fire cycle.

You got some more pics of this idiotic motor if you click HERE

However, I never finished this bike for whatever reasons, I blew it ...déjavu.
But since this project still haunts me I guess I have no choice but to take another shot at getting a bike like this together ...some day.

Mathematical Precision Of Prophecy

2011-03-03T10:11:00.001+01:00

When Charley told me he "just had to fabricate a little jig" to blueprint the TT Knuckle motor the proper way I figured he probably had something extra up his sleeve, but I didn't really think much more of it.
Well, that was until I saw the finished product, holy moly hairy canarie by the blood of Abraham - this jig is beyond anything I've ever witnessed in my entire life!

Here the cases are milled out and decked for the 3.5/8" cylinders to fit.
What a genius, and this jig can be used on both Panheads and Knuckleheads.

Peek-a-boo; using Iron Cad in a perfectly tempered garage to build motors that are from the 1940's are so overkill you can't do anything but love it.

The Serpent, Wolf and The Holy Goat

2011-03-02T12:23:00.003+01:00

By the oath of Belial and Saturn, Kalle Sjöström sure knows how to create the new Triumph testament.

Tie Me To The Mast / The Great Egyptian Gravitational Experiment

2011-02-24T11:35:00.004+01:00

Around 2000 BC during the great battles between Egypt and Assyria, there was a bouquet of visionary Egyptian Pharaohs that sat sail for the North Pole, up there there's no centrifugal force from the spinning earth counteracting with gravity, making the gravitational pull the very strongest on Earth. The Pharaohs needed the additional gravity in their attempts to breed a full army of combat Colibris; the problem they constantly ran into at home was the Colibri’s body only weighs about 3 grams which lead to the birds would be very hard to control in large groups, so the Pharaohs hoped the profound gravitation would add some dependability to the birds hectic movement patterns.

The reason for picking Colibris was their excessive appetite for several arts of Assyrian soft bodied insects, insects that at that time was the very bottom and foundering link in the Assyrian food chain but didn’t even exist in the Egyptian Eco System. So, without these insects the whole Assyrian food chain would collapse and the proud country of Assyria would die.

So they brought 700.000 Colibris and even more Assyrian insects with them in the greatest formation of ships ever to set sail from the sun drenched coast of Egypt. In the beginning their northern pilgrimage went well. But what they never thought of was the stronger gravity’s impact on the insects, so only about 2500 nautical miles from their final destination almost every single insect had died, which in relationship with the extremely cold weather lead to all the birds starving or freezing to death within the next few days. The nomadic bouquet of Pharaohs’ got very aggravated and disappointed over sailing so far for nothing. Or so they thought...

On their way back things got even worse when they ran out of food just a few days away from the frost bitten coastline of the North Pole. And just when they lost all possible hope, the Pharaohs decided they had no choice but to eat the dead insects and frozen hummingbirds, it was either that or death. This was when the magic happened, the combination of Assyrian soft bodied insects mixed with frozen Egyptian Colibris in direct combination with the excessive gravitational force would prove to be the faultless formula for bringing the Pharaohs supernatural powers.

Back then the Egyptians believed Planet Earth to be shaped like an egg, and the North Pole was the top, so when the Pharaohs got back home they instantly built the pyramids in hope to recreate a place that possessed the same gravitational powers as the North Pole, so the future generations could gain the same supernatural powers. However, after 80 years the pyramids was finished but since they are built so close to the equator they have very low gravity compared to the North Pole.

This was a failure of biblical proportions, and during a candle lit blood drinking ritual in the darkest of forbidden rooms beneath the Sphinx they swore never to tell anyone about this failure, after the ceremony was finished they went on a barbarian killing spree that ended the life of every single living soul that knew about this whole bizarre gravitational experiment. And to this day this still is a very sensitive hidden part of history...

Rainman Says; Subscribe To DicE

2011-02-23T10:13:00.001+01:00

Hi internet, please meet Andreas Berglin from Stockholm and his Genny Shovel. I did an article about them in the new DicE but I didn't write down any relevant technical information, instead I had 3 liters of red vine and wrote about oscillating filaments. So here's the information about the bike, or at least some of it.

It's not really a Genny Shovel, it's a Pan Shovel built from a 1957 crank topped with 1975 heads, and a late 1950's transmission. The rear section of the frame is shortend 1" and the fork is extended 8", 16 / 21" tires, 1980's Alien tank and a rear fender from Roffe's Speedshop.

Andreas put this bike together in only three weeks of time - Then it took me 9 month to do the article about it.

So, according to Rainman that means Andreas could've built 12 bikes exactly like this one in the time it took me to do the article, and to do articles about all those 12 bikes would take me 108 months, and in that time Andreas could've built 144 bikes and for me to do articles about all 144 bikes would take 1296 months ...or 108 years. That's 648 DicE issues featuring bikes that all looks exactly the same, Dean would fire me in a heartbeat...

The Shoreline of Dead Pony Island

2011-02-21T11:33:00.000+01:00

Every single existing particle throughout the entire universe resonates at its own frequency, yet they all relate on a harmonic scale to each other. Understanding harmonics means understanding the very key to the universe – it’s all in the resonance, the rhythm and the volume. Different octaves of understanding, grains of vital energy ringing out and creating eternity, each note is split, dispersed through a fragmentary chaos of Hertz, scattered through all time and space, thousands and thousands of miniature resonating identities positioned all at random.

Like shattered mirrors of galactic proportions the notes are splintered through every dimension at every frequency at all ages at the same time totally unsystematic. Finding the pieces of these notes, putting them together, bringing them back up to tune and locating the pattern means locating the harmonies, and being able to tune in and feeling the harmonies means the only true self discovery, and self discovery means breaking free from our enslavement caused by reptilian manipulated DNA. Speaking physically humans are nothing but concentrated energy with a pulse, a beat, a rhythm that needs to indulge in these notes to form the delicate harmonies of free existence, we need to tune in.

The Annunaki manipulated our DNA with the purpose of making us unable to understand the universe, to make us unable to choose for ourselves, to make us unable to follow our own minds, to enslave our existence and control us as their cattle, through a rich palette of various communal master suppression techniques like Scientology, Mormonism and even McDonaldsism soldier reptile humanoids like L Ron Hubbard, Joseph Smith and Ray Crock have constantly been trying to blind us from seeing and sensing ourselves.

But tide is getting high, the intergalactic 8 ball is about to fall into a black hole; The Mayan calendar unmistakably points out, with tremendous precision - the year 2012 as the end of a grand cycle of energy for humans and all other life forms in this dimension. If we are standing in the very doorway of a cosmic paradigm shift here is hard to say, however I do suspect that the year 2012 will be the year when human DNA re-evolves back into its un-manipulated form, the year that the veil finally lifts between our manipulated human world and the reptilian humanoid’s, between the illusion and the truth, between Ronald McDonald and Spud, between Val Kilmer and Jim Morrison, between shit and falafel.

The atmosphere opens up as the new inter-dimensional horizons of the parallel universes morphs into one infinite solar flare; we’re penetrating a new undiscovered electric epoch, all magnetic fields are about to be dissolved, every zodiac sign is about to revolve, the oceans will burn and the mountains will fall, there’s a new parallel equator on the rise; dead ponies will rain down from the heavens.

Speaking metaphorically; Humans were sheep and Annunaki were shepherds ones upon a time, but now it’s about to turn into the opposite, now it'll be twice upon a time …and Tom Cruise won’t be riding shotgun.

Mechanical Cryptozoology & Chain Driven Magnetos

2011-02-18T13:06:00.030+01:00

A little update on the stroker motor for the TT Knuckle;

Charley's getting busy making this Knuckle/Pan adjustable jig...

The right side case is shaved, drilled and tapped for the magneto and chain drive to fit. Note the freshly milled out radius around the cam, ALL the way down to the race! It had to be done to make the #5 Leineweber cam fit. And a needle bearing will be used, that's why the cam bushing hole is drilled out.

In this pic the rear sprocket is flipped the wrong way to show the chain better.
The way the TT Magneto and chain bolts up is a pretty colorful and amazing construction; like two Flamingos in a fruit fight.

Single firing Wico Model X, the Ogopogo of the magneto world.

And here's a complete set of nos drain/freeze plugs for the cases. Well that's all for now, I got to dive back in the Baltic Sea, legendary sea monsters of gargantuan size are calling my name and I have to tame the Kraken, more updates on the Knuckle soon.

TT Knuckle Chassie

2011-02-09T11:08:00.003+01:00

The chassie for the TT Knuckle is pretty much done, still need to weld two more brackets to the frame but all in all it's done. The frame is raked 1.5 degrees and the fork is extended. Since I have a hard time waiting around doing nothing in the garage I decided to run a steering dampner set up ...which had to be cut / stretched to fit the rake.

And out came another nonsense "product" that probably never will make it to production; the 1947 31.5 degree steering dampner head bracket. The bad thing is that now I have nothing to do again and I keep getting ideas. Hey Charley, please hurry up with the motor before I turn this thing into a full bagger!

The Ghost of Pope Julius II

2011-01-30T11:34:00.000+01:00

I just found this old pic of a set of bars I did for a stroked 1939 Knuckle I built in 2006, at the time I was heavily influenced by the Sistine Chapel in Rome and the ceiling paintings by Michelangelo, I still am and I totally stole the design of the bars from the ceiling’s architecture but I figured I would never get caught since I found it very unlikely that the Pope would come visit me in Stockholm.

Anyway, after this bike was finished I instantly sold it … a very long short story, but I kept the bars and light when I sold it– and now I have no idea where they are… I’ve been searching everywhere at least twice but they are nowhere to be found. Could it be some obscure form of cosmic justice and maybe the ghost of Pope Julius II hovered in and collected them to punish me for stealing their design? I have no idea but I sure am scared right now.

From The Intergalactic Knuckle Labratory In Dalarna

2011-01-15T09:24:00.006+01:00

Intergalactic space is the physical space around and between galaxies, and to me it looks like Corner's new Knuckle build will take him around and between any galaxies ...and back again.

Richmond's Secret Particle Accelerator Tunnel

2011-01-13T13:21:00.004+01:00

Apparently, after Mullins Chain Drive's worked on a bike, it must reach 88 mph before Brandon appears out of nowhere. And it's all done in their on sight particle accelerator tunnel...

Mechanical Wigs

2011-01-06T10:19:00.004+01:00

Shovelhead Knuckle Wigs.

Wico Mag Distributor wig.

Evo Knuckle wigs.

And last but not least a few random great looking chick wigs.

Mechanical wigs seem to be such a popular thing these days, I have to get in the market ...Rigid Wigs Stockholm.

Next Big Thing?

2010-12-29T10:28:00.001+01:00

Peter Longhair sent me this pic of the latest in Panhead performance, the new S&S heads...

Bring Me The Head of Paul McCartney

2010-12-18T11:15:00.002+01:00

In 2008 as I started building the Knuckster motor Sir Paul McCartney’s head went missing. It was a Sir Paul wax doll’s head – and it was left on a train when being transported to be auctioned … The head was made in the 1960’s and had been on display at the Louis Tussauds Museum in Great Yarmouth. In this photo the heads of my Knuckster motor is missing because I wanted to take a photo of how the piston domes are milled out for the valves and also the cutouts for the exhausts.
The best thing about the Knuckster's heads are that since they're both rotated clockwise – so are the outtakes for the valves and exhausts.

The best thing about Sir Paul McCartney’s head is that it had a £2000.00 reward and that a homeless person named Anthony Silva found it in a trash can at a railway station and collected the reward. So what are the worlds telling us? Does this mean we should go searching for Knuckleheads in railway station trash cans? Is there even a connection here, I bet there is.

Who Killed Brian Jones?

2010-12-15T18:04:00.004+01:00

Was it one of The Rolling Stones?

Nah, I don’t think so...

Ok, so who did it? Well, if it wasn’t Anita Pallenberg, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t, then it must have been that construction worker Frank Thorogood, right? But I’m pretty sure Frank didn’t kill Brian by his own will, not a chance. Frank’s mind was controlled by the CIA Mind Control Unit; by the same ones that 11 years later killed John Lennon through controlling the mind of Mark Chapman. Annunaki's always intense.

You Guys Know What Can Bury a Panhead?

2010-12-08T11:19:00.002+01:00

- A Shovel.

God Save Mrs Mopp & Good Old Mother Riley

2010-12-03T09:37:00.005+01:00

The Kinks are the greatest band ever; I’ve always loved everything about them. They never really fit the psychedelic scene in the 1960’s and they never really fit the clean shaved pop scene either.

The Kinks never fit any scene – they created their own; a dark, sarcastic and subtle protest against all pop culture. And they went from doing genius concept albums in the 1960’s to full-blown rock operas in the 1970’s.

This is Matte’s Generator Shovel, and I think this bike is just like The Kinks in more than a few ways, not only as a subtle protest. I shot it for DicE sometime this summer, and since then Matte did some upgrades, so I have to go shoot it again before it gets in the mag. So until then – how soon is when?

Not a Hacky Sack In Sight

2010-11-30T12:03:00.002+01:00

And only one beer...

Communication Breakdown

2010-11-26T08:31:00.003+01:00

I got these text messages from Brandon the other day, sheer genius:

"David Bowie chose the Fender and not the Springer"

"Strenght"

The Interpreter

2010-11-24T10:41:00.008+01:00

A while back I had this dream I just can’t get out of my head, it was Sugar Bear singing “Give Me Hope Joanna” by Eddy Grant, but Eddy wasn’t in the band, Björn Ulvaeus was but he didn’t play the guitar, he didn't play anything, he just sat on what looked to be a giant marmalade snowflake together with Emilio Estevez and Rhavi Shankar.

...And we were all located at the bottom of the ocean in this divine grandiose Indian restaurant.

Now the weird part is that I remember having a Chicken Tikka and not a Lamb Yogurt Mint Coriander like always.

Since I’ve never been into dream interpreting this one really left me wondering, so if you can detect a pattern here or if you’re able to interpret the hidden symbolism of what it really was that made me pick the Chicken please let me know, ok?