IT´S BEEN A WHILE SINCE...

Hi to all my blog mates, it´s a long time since i post anything... Has been a summer full of emotions , frustrations, illusions and an irreparable loss of my very good friend Julià R.I.P...

Here´s a little sample about how fun was last holidays and for sure ... Firsteable ,I would to thank my friend Javi from "Los Carnales Bcn" who has done an awesome job doing this video for us, also my friends at Atomics CC  (only the real ones, u know who already!!!), the guys at "Get Monkey" from Mallorca, the blokes from "Good Noise" and those new friends I,ve got from this trip , peace & love for everyone.

I also do wanna mention my bros from France .... right, u know who: the Zombie Chopper Run Crew to be always in my memories and let me be part of that awesome road family. Stay true.

And finally....I would  dedicate this video to my friend Julià who´s riding forever in my memories, i miss you bro.

"I USED TO LIVE IN A ROOM FULL OF MIRRORS; ALL I COULD SEE WAS ME. I TAKE MY SPIRIT AND I CRASH MY MIRRORS, NOW THE WHOLE WORLD IS HERE FOR ME TO SEE" .......JIMI HENDRIX


LINK FOR MALLORCA RUN....

TRACY: THE FIBERGLASS WORKS

During the late 60s , an O,Neill´s Surf Shop glasser named Tracy Nelson began making fiberglass molds for motorcycle tanks as a sideline. This was during a time when the Hell´s Angels were at their peak,and on a Saturday night there would be dozens of Harley Choppers lined up along Beach Street , in front of the Boardwalk. This was a time when the dirt bike world was a united Nations of CZ, Montesa, Husqvarna, Puch, Bultaco and other exotic labels from al over the world. This was a time when guys would field-strip Honda 750s and take them mountain-climbing at Hollister Hills Motorcycle Park. They were primitive motorcycle times compared to now, but the motorcycle market was Heavy Metal, primed for some Fantastic Plastic....

(Photo: Ben Wilson Design / Information: Surf, Skate & Rock Art of Jim Phillips book)

LANZ Bulldog 38

One year recording high quality shit...

This is what i like....

I was a young gearhead madafaka....

I took my own-custom-made sporty to the Harleys Days Bcn show, I was 26. We were having beers at my friend´s stand Antonio Blanco (WCC Europe), suddenly the weather did change and began to rain a lot and everybody went into the stand to avoid get wet from the rain.There was Adolfo, Nacho (photo), Antonio , Crizy , Jaume and a fistful of HA´s. I really was on the piss...  and somebody told me that some room inside the stand was required cause there was too many people..... i could get few beers for free for a one-hand -burn-out and get some room as well... so, here is the sample about what happened... pay up sucker!!!

Driven Skateboards... Only for chopper-addicts.

http://thedrivenskateboards.com

A message from Max...

……. The older I get the more I try to convince myself that I have this game of life more figured out, more than I did in my past. I’ve come to the realization that this thought is bullshit. You grow and you change and live and you learn but in the end I believe there is some thing that will never change…. Maybe it’s called your SOUL? Maybe it comes from your heart

or your balls or somewhere deep inside your skull? Inside everyone there is a primal drive that you should follow… unless of course that drive is a child molester or rapist, then you should put a gun to your head and do us all a favor. But that good drive… that drive that creates, music, art, bridges, trains, friends, love, breweries, and family.

   Primally inside of me,  I have always loved noisy dangerous things… which is slightly odd because normally I’m a pretty quiet person. The first motorcycle I wanted was  a Briggs & Stratton lawn mower engine mini bike thing. I was probably about 6 or 7 and the image of it kept me up at night. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to move on it, to make noise and watch the world go by at a faster pace. I ended up buying that bike for $15 dollars, it had a broken rear brake, no throttle, and constantly broke……but it was such a rush. And years later I found the skateboard, once again attracted to the sound, I heard one squealing power slides outside the house, and all I could think was “ I’ve got to make that NOISE”….

     That was it, the beginning of the end and the end to not knowing what I wanted to do with this life. I  now knew that you could pour that drive into those things that grabbed you… It’s endless and it’s what you make of it. The critics don’t have it or have been to scared to follow it, so they become bitter followers of others. (it’s ok dude, become the best ballerina…. Do us all a favor and be happy) I love these motorcycles and I love choppers they are funky and dangerous but they are alive. Yes it gets white washed and acid washed and brainwashed, but in the end it will work itself out. And you can do you and I can do me and we can follow that drive. Paulo wrote it’s all about fun…. And he’s right but it’s also about pain, that pain of pouring yourself into your passion and not always coming out on top. Sacrifice and balance. A front flat tire on the freeway, a broken chain on the bridge, a trip to the hospital, or losing a friend. Keep going because the moving forward in the things that we love is all that we have. I love these old bikes and where they lead me.        Max Schaaf  Winter of 2012