Heebie Jeebies for Chicks on CBs!

So, uh, yeah... new feature on the blodge. It seems like the internets and blodges are all about stealing other people's content and reposting it, so why buck the trend, amIright? So I've just kinda catalogued some of this shit that I've got stored on my work computer before I have to give it back at the end of the year, and I might as well spread it around. And I know it's kind of crazy these days for those of us who dig the Honda CBs (I am partial to the SOHC fours myself, but have owned and worked on a few twins as well, although I find them more finicky and harder to dial in -- is that just me?), as they seem to be the hip cool thing that the kids are diggin'. But whatever. I nabbed quite a few shots of chicks on their CBs, so without further ado, today's score is the lovely CB350F, said to Soichiro Honda's favorite bike. I've owned one since 1997. They run like tops, they've got just enough oomph to stay at 75 or so on the freeway, and they are beautifully styled (much more so than their younger, slightly bigger brother the CB400F -- although the extra 50cc and 6th gear on the 400F are definite pluses). I am partial to the green ones (Candy Bacchus Green) like mine, but I've owned a red one too (and a rattle can black one). The tanks are beautifully shaped, and they're simply great looking bikes.

And, apparently, if you are in need of a little nap, they're good for those too. 

Or if you're feeling adventurous, take off your pants, take off your top, put the fan on and imagine the wind blowing through your hair as you pretend to do stunts in your high heels. Wait a sec, are those stock 4-into-4 pipes on that thing or are you just happy to see me?

Fun Fun Fun Fest

Fun Fun Fun Fest in Austin was a blast. Dirt's assurances of passes evaporated weeks ago so I took care of that through Thrasher, but his promises of a place to stay and to take care of my (valuable, work-related) stuff all disappeared within minutes of my landing. Should have known, I guess. The first night set the tone, we all had a blast, the bands were great (Flag ruled!), and after a few post-fest brews at the Yellow Jacket (which became our routine), Craig and I headed to Anthony's place for more beer and an all-night jam session. Details of the Fest along with the good photos will have to wait for the upcoming issue of Thrasher, but here are a few.

Texas legends Craig Johnson and Todd Prince. 

Texas legend John Gibson. 

Texas legend Ken Fillion. 

Flag's set list. 

Flag! 

Subhumans played a bar the first night, and they wouldn't let C-Regs in with his board. WTF. He split, but I stuck around -- killer set. Saw 'em the next day, and did an interview for Thrasher. 

Nick blasting at Lockhart Park. 

Anthony smithing at Lockhart. 

Ice T! 

Big Freedia! 

Slayer! 

King Khan and the Shrines! 

Tim Kerr's John Coltrane deck. Tim is a fucking legend and the best dude ever. 

Couple of my other favorite boards... 

Jeff Phillips, RIP.

Killer Mike! 

Steve Olson was there doing art!

Evidence CLIII: More Phun in Phoenix

Got in one more pool session before bolting from Phoenix. This one was a good little gem, but had been the site of some police interference merely two days before our voyage. We gave ourselves 15 minutes to get in and out. A little hectic, but fun, and on minute 14 a guy pulled up and got out of his car. We were out the back gate by the time he came to the front gate, another clean get away. Above, B-Rad grinds F-side.

Craig, FSG.

Hoss, BSG.

Hoss' alley find joined the session.

Another fine one from Master Pools.

didn't borrow a bike that week, but decided since the weather as nice I'd push everywhere. Fun feeling, just push.

Next time I will need some fancy wheels on my board like these. The day I posted this photo on the 'gram, I was driving with B-Rad and we saw a dud who actually had these set up (this was the sort of jokey shop board at Cowtown).  

Wouldn't be a Phoenix trip without a jizzmobile sighting. Wash that jizz off your car!

Phoenix, say goodbye to Bruiser, the 1960 Chevy Apache. Got the rust pulled and filled in with sheet metal, clear coated it, redid the cab and seat, the thing's tits and will soon be destroying the East Coast. Dude from the towing company was from New York, with a whiskey-and-cigarettes voice, big Yankees fan (and was bummed that the Sox won), and he told me (imagine the New York accent): "Somebody's gonna offer you a lot of money for this thing." "Good! Then they can buy it!" I replied.

One sticker on the thing, my pal, Rat Fink.

 

Evidence CLII: Three Pool Day

Got in and situated too late to ride on Friday, but we made up for it on Saturday with a three-pool day -- this phrase is supposed to invoke the band Three Dog Night, by the way. Back to Blue Meth, this time I could skate, although good goddam that thing is not good for my back. doesn't bother some of the other fellers, however. B-Rad gets over death the frontside way.

And C-Regs goes B-side (although he wants me to point out that this wasn't actually a make).

Evidence remains over the stairs. 

And Craiggers takes the route over them.

Heavy session, rolling with 6, so we couldn't hit the new do.

always a pleasure to pass by Eve's Tease, classiest of joints in PHX.

Next up, Big Tony, permission style, wide open, and big Anthony coping. Didn't stop Arkansas from smashing through a grind (then coming to an abrupt halt in the drain, kind of his thing lately I guess).

always a pleasure skating with Josh Whitmore, here seen smashing through the light and death.

Much style, Hoss Rogers takes the b-side approach. 

Evidence was removed, but then the evidence was replaced. 

Final stop, Pick Up Sticks. B-Rad still knows how to grind. 

So does C-Regs, one of my favorite cell phone photos.

Evidence.

 

More Phoenix pool adventures to follow.