Bike week is over. Soon there will be Barber

Helluva fucking bike week this year. Can't remember most of it but the parts I do remember I fucking love.... lovely people, lovely bikes, lovely times. now that that's over, looking forward to Barber which is coming up. The best race of the season, hands down... can't wait. Here are some shots from Barber a few years ago....

studly Aleks... no, really


i have no idea what the fuck kind of face i'm making... but i think Works Eng had just won a race

this was the year i bought this baby in georgia on the way to barber. i fucking miss this thing so much

mid-ohio money shots

dale totally ruling. see these guys, with all their upper body weight just don't have to get their asses out like us gals do


this is doug donnelan on his solo bike. he totally rode his pit bike over to our pits and said "you guys were really cookin out there, good job." i'm pretty sure my heart exploded a little bit and pieces of it flew into my throat and I had to grab something to keep from fainting.

green vs. fairbanks

ivan (my race partner) placed pretty much every friggin race he entered. it was rough for him going out sometimes four races a day. way to kick some ass partner

doug donnelan and cat collins - the two fastest motherfuckers on the planet. cat normally races with fairbanks but their rig wasn't ready for the weekend. it was awesome to see the two partners dueling each other, cat with donnelan and fairbanks with bruce

this guy gets the you-gotta-be-somewhat-crazy-to-do-this spirit award. purchases sidecar rig, has it delivered to the track Friday, wrenches until he has to race it on Saturday - and gets on the track for the first time ever piloting a sidecar. "i took it into the grass out of the keyhole (a super tight right-hander) six times..... in one race!"

I love this track. the sweeping fast right handers.... better than sex.

mid-ohio's coming right up

rabbie and christina

bob demetrius and christina came by the shop today to help erik with his sidecar... theyre the fastest f'in vintage sidecar racers on the track. we got the holeshot off the grid at roebling road but we were pretty much trash bin entrails against demetrius who quickly passed us into turn one and left us in the dust thereafter. i asked his dad chief if he had gigantic brass balls... i cant remember his answer but im pretty sure he makes a clinking sound when he walks around