broken fins...

waste of precious time.

Pickles...

This is Craig aka: Leland Pickles...one of my best friends.

We started hanging out in high school. He was a bmx kid, I was a skater, he drove a bitchin 57 Chevy to school, I had nothing...it just made sense. He grew up in a hot rod family and knows something about everything on wheels. From German luxury cars to 100 year old tractors he just knows how things work, definitely the brains in the group.

Machinist by trade, lazy-ass by nature he always needs a little "prompting" to work on his own stuff, basically you gotta hold him at gunpoint. So in the middle of my chaos yesterday I made him some bars real quick for his Shovel, nothing groundbreaking but a little improvement over the old ones I'd say.

almost made it....

Rode up to the Born Free party at Garage Company yesterday. If you've never been there, don't go...Yoshi's collection is a mind blower and will most likely make you want to kill yourself. Cool people, cool bikes and free food; what more could you ask for.

and now the good stuff...

The ride up was a breeze, the freeway was flowing and only one person tried to run me over. The ride home on the other hand, a little different story. The bike started making a slight knocking sound a few miles from home and I could feel air puffing on the side of my left leg...stoked. I was too close to give up so I just muscled it home but the knocking and tinking got a little gnar so I ended up shutting down and walking it the last block.

The verdict -
broken motor mount
blown head gasket
stripped head bolt

oh yes...

I'm pretty confident in my unicorn collection and also convinced that Mr. T is the end all to everything but you got me second guessing myself with this magical piece, well played.

Max...get yer dancing shoes on, I'll be coming up soon.




Thanks for the photo, Michael.

all up in them guts...

I pitty the fool...

who don't recognize the king of all velvet masterpieces!

i love trannys

...not.

- - - -

Drew this up the other night.

Offensive = probably
Tasteful = probably not
Marketable = probably not going to sell even one.

"okay, lets run with it"
in the store later today.

..ATR poster..

Old photo albums from swapmeets have a tendency to yield some serious gold.
This is one of those instances.
That guy and those boobs.....unbeatable combination. And what better way to piss your old lady off than by hanging one of these above the mantle.

Nick hand screened 36 of these on 100lb cover stock, 24"x18"....limited run
check em out in the store.

the one good thing about wasted frames...

cutting them in half doesn't hurt as much.

fontana...

if your earings on the right side, it means your're gay right?

....okay, just wanted to double check.

emo...

Theres very few things in life that stop me dead in my tracks.
I'm talking about the stop whatever it is you're doing and ignore whoever you're talking to kind of "stop".

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac is one of those things.

The entire song is amazing but the last minute and a half is to me, one of the most powerful sounds I have ever heard. To this day, I get chills everytime I hear John Mcvie's bass kick in around that 3 minute mark...time just stops.

..swiss cheese..

man, it would be so much easier to just buy new ones....

-king of the hammers-

Theres one thing I've always been into and thats old 4X4's.
Not the new Superduty disco trucks you see driving around town that never leave the pavement but the classics like early Bronco's, Scouts and Jeeps. Another thing I've been into is rockcrawling which to most sounds pretty lame but in reality is one of the most intense things to witness in person. It almost seems impossible some of the things these guys can do with a car.

Today I went to the King of the Hammers race in Johnson Valley and managed to take a couple pics before my camera died. The whole idea started in 2006, its a new style of racing combining rockcrawling and open desert racing in one event. If you ever get a chance to go, do it. People just beating the living shit out of their trucks. So much insane just stuff driving around too, it feels like you're in a Mad Max movie.

2 steps forward, 3 steps back...

Very slow progress on my fictional, top secret Triumph 500 drag bike project. Just when I thought I had a game plan, I come across this Judson supercharger.

So now I guess I'm gonna stall this project out a little longer while I figure out how to make this a blown, reversed-head grenade that will never leave my garage.

one of my all time favorites..

i know "eh, seen that before" but i still dig it.
Kind of got that drag bike meets chopper feel....

-For Que-

Theres one word that comes to most peoples
mind when they hear the name Max Schaaf ...
...style.

Some got it, some don't.
He's got a garage full of it.
One of those guys with the golden touch,
whether its choppers or skateboarding.
i'm proud to call him my friend.

say your prayers...