Features

Having eight-thousand pounds of steel crush your legs is something that would almost certainly stop the average biker from ever ripping down the highway on a chopper again. As gruesome as you can imagine, this happened to local rider Shawn Holbrook a couple of years ago

Scotty Dettwiler and I have been friends since around 2015. Like most things these days, we connected online through Instagram.

If you've attended a chopper event on the East Coast over the last few years, chances are you’ve seen one of Wes' helmets sitting on the raffle table or hanging off a sissy bar in the parking lot.

Yes, you’ve seen Indian Summer before. Anytime Brian Stanley pulls his ’75 Shovelhead out of his garage in Kennett Square, PA,

I came across Cleverson Maniglia's build through Instagram and was immediately impressed with his craftsmanship.

I met Matt through the grapevine of friends here in Phoenix, Arizona. It had only been a few months since I moved to the area, so I was seeking out some cool bikes to shoot.

Eric Greenfield might be one of the most enthusiastic chopper builders I’ve ever met, hands down. Enthusiasm emitted in a way that is contagious, in a good way, and with the know-how and creativity to back up that enthusiasm, his bikes are something to stop and take notice of.

I could have easily titled this feature The Apology as I need to apologize to ChopCult member Jesse Pafford publicly.

Although my bud Dan Carballo claims his insurance underwriting job isn’t that exciting, he knows what works when it comes to shovelheads.

James Luther showcased his fully custom 1963 Triumph at the recent Ventura Nationals and took home the coveted ChopCult award created by Artist Brian Prieto and Mr. Rhythm

I first met Andrew Trenkamp at the last Boogiefarm Clamjam. Dude was ripping up the track, kicking up dust, and blasting around every turn. He finally came off the track for a break and I got to check out what his bike looked like.

My bud Ray Hagee is a truck driver from West Chester, PA, a small suburban town about 45 minutes outside of Philadelphia. I first met Ray at the Old Skool Bike Show in Chadds Ford, PA, a few years back with his badass 1950 panhead