Coconut Customs welcomes Steady Jeff

Dylan's team! --wb

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I don't know what Smokeout Dylan and Warren were at, but this one had tits!

Man, Roadside Marty sure does have a gift, when it comes to talking young girls out of their clothes! Unfortunately, he told me, that it mostly works when he is on a stage and in front of hundreds of drunken bikers. Great for us, though! Even better for water bearers GTP and Massachussetts' own Smokin' Eddie Black!Only after we set up Camp Coconut for the weekend did we notice the bright red jersey barrier with the fresh concrete slab poured next to it. It's a good thing none of us (except Dylan) planned on sleeping the entire time.

Lots of drag racing went on all weekend. Lots of street bikes, choppers, and even some full on drag bikes and top fuel nitro burners. This one ended up in the campground at 3 am.

Lowbrow's latest super sano triumph. These guys rule! Totally hospitable throughout the whole event, handing out cold drinks and tons of swag to all who stopped by. They even remembered me from last year's Smokeout! Makes me want to give them even more of my money! Seriously, they have some of the coolest tees on the planet, all the best mags, and they are the place to go to when you need anything from Builtwell. (and you do)

Oh yeah! Did I mention there were naked girls there too? Even though Dylan doesn't like wet t-shirt contests anymore, I figgered he would want to see these pics if only for editorial purposes. Ha ha. Sorry buddy, couldn't help it!

Well that's it for now, maybe tomorrow it will rain again and I will learn how to post more than five pictures at a time...

Five more reasons why this shit is called a Smokeout!

Coconut Customs' very own Captain Holeshot (such a dorky nickname) keeping a watchful eye on the late night burnout fest. Starting at around 1 am, happy campers pulled up to the Cushman and tried their best to smoke their tires and in some cases, their drivetrains.

This guy put his trusty shovel to the test repeatedly throughout the night but could not kill the beast.

After running on the strip all day, the owner of this drag bike decided to leave what was left of his slick in the campground.

After this pic, the camera was useless and nobody standing within 100 square yards could see or hear anything, let alone even breathe.

Totally righteous pic of a hefty Asian burn session.

That is all from Ken's Korner for tonight. When I can take another break from riding my machine and growing my mullet, I will post some more worthy pics that survived my journey back from the Smokeout 11. Lots of goodies including naked chicks, drag racing and kickass choppers!

am i allowed to be having this much fun with a model?

meet stephanie; libra, short, likes long walks on the beach, motorcycles and is apparently partial to dirty underachievers. she's nice and fortunately, a very quick learner.

"ever wanted to learn to spit fire"?

"ummmm...... what? i guess"

after a quick tutorial: ready, aim....
fire
and now this pic makes sense.

i am not really into cars...

but i still want a shifter that could give me a black eye.

haha

my antics were surprisingly well received down south

this is a detail of Tic-Tok's Chop-Off winner. his flatty has an open chain primary with a same-side jackshaft and final drive yet still balances well when stood up off the kickstand. way to raise the bar.
the ACO guys killed it too. this is on the green-tanked, spikey-exhaust Norton a couple post below. i hope there is a restoration guy crying over this.

Attack Choppers, live it.

Bird speaks the truth. To sum up his deal: have your shit sorted out and ready for even the Zombie Apocalypse, cause you never know.

http://www.attackchoppers.blogspot.com/

reading his manifesto recently gave us a new kick in the pants. and it was running in the back of my mind as i checked out a group of bikes that are, as a whole, the most "sorted out" of all. if you ever happen upon the chance to go over a Stampede bike, take pictures and get some tips from the builders. you'll find yourself safety wiring everything and trimming all kinds of bullshit.

yikes.

you may think that the sporty above has popped the tire pictured below, this is false. to our amazement, when the smoke cleared, we found that the tire had dug into the pavement.

why do they call it The Smoke Out?

smoke out fun...

engraved trans cover on a shovel. the time and effort people put into these silly machines is truly inspiring. anyone would be fortunate to have this kind of dedication.

nice face. i bet he is saying something super intelligent too. prolly gonna kick me in the pills later for goofin on him, bummer.
this is part of my mental picture of mexico, delusional is a good term...

Coming Soon...

From "Triumph" to tragedy, this is the tale of a young boys hopes and dreams of two-wheeled fantasy and how he managed to destroy it all with little to no effort, and as always just a little help from his friends. Stay tuned for more of this coming of age story chuck full of important life lessons on motorcycle ownership and how it crushes the human spirit!

Smoke Out 2k10!

smoke out fun

she's a maniac, maniac on the floor... and she's drinkin like she never drank before

oh nuts

i was supposed to continue with the story of the trip but i figured that the pictures would tell it better than my silly ass. so here is john smoking the tire and motor of his mini.

and as a side note, his hospitality started the SOE off right. he didn't know me from a cheese sandwich and still offered out the red carpet when i arrived in rockingham a day and a half early.