All work and no play...

... makes a boring blog. And I've sureley not been very active for a few weeks but focus needs to be elsewhere now and again. My little firm, my family and carpenters and painters in our house has had me thinking of other stuff than this here digital diary. Trying twitter and instagram though. Seems kinda fun and hazardous (during driving that is). Looking forward to getting a Hummer tank from NS and maybe that will be the starting point of me getting into the garage to get some work done to exisiting and new projects. Finallt finsihing the knuckle for sale. Putting togehter the Pan to sell to (perhaps). And the Duo... And then to get started on my flathead... At last. I am really looking forward to get back into the flathead side of life. Seems more mellow and relaxed. And is. This Flathead in the pic is pure and sheer evidence of this. Kool and confident like a mf.

Art for Petes sake -Its art!

And this without losing the fact that it's a motorcycle. And without being created to "blow peoples mind" in frekkin silly rat race to be coooool. It's just a beautiful motorcycle - and that's art.

Sheer beauty

Knocked me right flat on my back when I absentmindedly browsed through some of all them millions of bloggs. Jumpin' jiminey is this a masterpiece or what... I totally lost where I found it and if someone could enlighten me... please! Somthing like that with a ULH in it... and I'm good and set... In my dreams I guess.

I'm a lucky guy!

Yes I am!

The three stooges

Or three knuckles - Freds, Mathias and mine - three brother and three knucks, which is strange cause we're all kinda flattie fans. But we've strayed from the faith and are working our way back. That is - I need to get the pan Duo in the background up and running first. But we've got flat plans. and some of that kinda junk laying around to...

Just a thought...

First time in thirteen years, damm it!

We've rode the 430 km to Enköping for the Round Mälaren Run the last thirteen years and this was actually the first time I had my ass in a backseat of a car and the bike on a frekkkin trailer. However I had a glas (or a few) filled with Rhum Anejo from the Honduras (as well as some Bushmills now and again) so it was at least bearable. I finsished up the bike half an hour befor we were off and tha darn thing wouldnt start. But it took like 30 min up at Strul MC before it kicked alive and we could go running around on sweet summer roads. It ran like a charm. 'Cept some air in the juice brake, but who needs brakes anyway... I like how it turned out. Un-trendy and kinda raw, with a bit of swedish bike history to it. I think it will be a nice piece to make your own for the next owner.