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<=== Tom ===>






   

                                tom fugle 1941- 2016


   To write something about Tom took longer than i though it would. I actually wrote a little thing for Ripper the other week about Tom, so i wanted to give that its own time to digest in my thoughts before writing something here.
    My first thoughts about this man usually start with his life long dedication to his craft..... which is a slightly ambiguous term in reference to what Tom did with most of his life. Was he a bike builder...?? kind of. Was he a leather worker...? I guess, yes. Was he a painter....? Yeah, he painted. But i guess more coming from my eyes and my knowledge of the man he was just Tom. He was so many things. But not in that flash in the pan way, to jumping from one trend to another  type person, but a highly adaptable person. If there was something he wanted to learn or to do, i think he just went after it and perhaps not in the most conventional techniques. I saw him stamp leather belts in a turn of the century(like 117 years ago) letter press, he made me a pair of shoelaces from a paper cutter with leather in it, that was the size of a table, he was willing to glue or melt just about anything on to a tank or frame and resin over it to achieve the look he wanted. His ways were far from pragmatic, and as far as any order in his  workspace that would be highly debatable, but most likely inside of Tom's brain he knew it from A to Z. This lack of rules that Tom applied was very attractive, but really his own self taught way, the beauty in this it can't be duplicated, Tom can't be duplicated, the definition of -one of a kind-. With all the crap we deal with today, phones, cyber bombardment, fake people, trend humping, hyper criticism, and just false information...... how fucking refreshing it is to know someone that is completely real.
     Once while riding through Arizona Tom and Jeremiah were side by side riding in front of me, Tom took his hand off his throttle and grabbed Jeremiah my the left arm and yelled " ride fucking closer Jeremiah"........ it startled me, but i had to laugh, Tom had these ideals and if you were going to ride with him you were going to ride close to him, in a tight pack. Needless to say i throttled a bit closer to Tom as well. On that point, there are so many people that will criticize people to say saying "do you think those old guys cared about how they looked, or getting noticed?"
 Well yes, abso-fucking-lutely.... Tom had told us a story when they would go on long rides with few gas stops,and they all had peanut tanks. He said when they pulled into a town the locals couldn't figure out how they had just come 100 miles from the last town with this tiny little tanks... Tom said this " well we'd dig through the dumpster at the gas station, and find old gallon milk jugs or anything to hold gas, we'd fill them up and tuck them in our jackets, so when we were well down the road and had used up a gallon, we'd pull over and fill our tanks back up and ditch the container" Tom would follow this up with a laugh or a " ha ehhh" and maybe go into his story about his mom sending him a motor in a garbage can on a greyhound bus.
    It's a real loss with him, but damn i feel lucky to have known him. He literally cleared bikes aside in the El Forester parking lot when we showed up for their 50th. I'll never forget that night, those days, that trip. His face was alive and he was so proud we rode there on choppers. I was so surprised he even cared. But there you have it..... he did, and he loved his passions and the people involved in them. His resurgence was not needed for him to continue to build bikes or make his art, but it was undeniable how much he appreciated it.
    For all we learned from Tom, and how many people put him on blast, even profited off his name,  I have to admit it was shocking how few people showed up at the funeral. You can go half way across the country to go to a bike show, or buy a bike, but you can't pay your respects? Maybe that sounds harsh but it's true.
   In closing.... Long live the King.
     
max schaaf feb.16 2017


















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my bike was pumped on the santana cover. noodle on.

thought for food/ a fools rambling/ planned arrogance destiny

       is there something wrong with us they we constantly need to convince others that our way is better than theirs?
  actions speak louder than words, but then pen is mightier than the sword. But most importantly i always thought that Yin Yang was spelled Ying Yang.
  but back to this.....I like to skate vert, its fast, and its a constant perfect wall in front of you, which some could argue is repetitive or boring. I get that, but its the shifting gears in speed from big air in 4th into the downshift into 3rd that makes the smith grind. Manipulation of a constant. But i"d never ever say vert is better than parks or street..... or pools! because honestly pools are probably the best. Boil it all down and at the end you get the backyard pool, coincidentally its the birth of it all. More or less. Moron blessed.
   So what i'm saying is, why do we have to say it so loud that -i ride farther than you, faster than you-, i knew about the band before you, seen them more than you, my map is more filled in than you, been traveling longer than you...... basically the things i do are better than the things you do, and the way i go about them is better too.
  what Im doing right now has been labeled as "egocentric ramblings" which is true. Singularly noted as well as dually noted.
 But what if i just like what i do. After 40 plus years I've landed on my feet, waved at a cute girl as i did, tripped and fell on my face.... and realized gee i like the view from down here.
 There's is no picture of the ocean i went in today, there is no handlebar shot of the ride the other evening, but what i do have is a firm belief in who i am and what makes me, me.  I may be selfish or may just like to be alone most days, i prefer driving with my dog in the truck than having a redundant conversation. But if you like that constant company thing,,,, fucking cool. That rules, i'm horrible at it. There are little military deck coats and chucka redwings with beanies biker dolls lined up waiting  to buy knuckleheads..... but that doesn't make us all the same. And god damn i actually really like that costume, now i have to think about it.

REQUIREMENTS;
1. WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM?

2. LET ME SEE YOUR 8TH GRADE PHOTO

3. CAN YOU PATCH A BICYCLE TIRE?

4.HAVE YOU EVER ASKED ANOTHER MAN ABOUT HIS BEARD (IMMEDIATE DISQUALIFICATION)

5. DID YOU REALLY "I USED TO SKATE" NEEED PHOTO.... NO PHOTO= FAKIE ROCK 6FT QUATER PIPE. OR WALK THROUGH STARBUCKS NUDE WITH SKATEBOARD.....BECAUSE THAT IS JUST PARTIALLY WHAT IT WOULD FEEL LIKE TO BE A SKATER WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL.

6. WHEN YOU WERE A "CRUSTY" DID YOU HAVE A CELL PHONE?

7. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR TIMING.... RETARDED OR ADVANCED?

8. HAVE YOU EVER GONE DOWN ON A FEMALE WHILE SHE HAD A YEAST INFECTION?.......IF SO, DO TELL. THEN EXPAND ON THAT SUBJECT.

9. AND NOW WE WILL NEED A PHOTO FROM 10 YEARS AGO, AND YOUR REAL BIRTH NAME AND THE SECURITY CODE ON THE BACK OF YOUR CREDIT CARD.

10. WHY ARE YOU?

          bye,

phife.... RIp. thanks for the soundtrack in the 90's



this fucker is a bad ass. i give him as much as i can, and one look from his eyes destroys my heart


joel chaves in the 80's.  Joel kind of looked homeless, liked to play tennis, and skated like he'd never seen another human ever skate. Some sort of idiot savant. This photo is truly unbelievable to me and gets me very "stoked"






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thanks for stopping by

.~this really blew my mind~.

  i used to skate my ramp to a lot of black sabbath.... whenever -changes- came on there would be a sort of lull in the session, or as soon as it came on an uncomfortable silence. i got pretty good at launching a skateboard wheel from the top of the ramp into the front of the CD player and making it skip a song or two.... sometimes hitting the eject button that opened the cd drawer and spit out the CD, this was extra funny because my CD player looked like a face and  where the disc went was the mouth. So it was kind of like the Ramps CD player was saying "yuck" to Changes and brought on a good laugh.
   Many times when Sabbath's changes came on and i was alone i'd listen to it the whole way through. As a teen it was relevant, after any breakup it was relevant, i mean shit we're changing everyday. Sometimes my mind would wander thinking about if any trannys were listening to it, pre op, post op.... what have you. Imagine that man.... or woman.... or man/woman, woman/man. Oh man. But really it's a simple love song about a man losing a woman,  which there are millions of. But there is something more significant about this one because it's Black Sabbaths break up song. Ozzy's tossed brain salad saying he so sad that he can't stop crying. What a pussy. But me too right. Crying on my Mom's front steps after getting dumped for the first time almost dry heaving from sadness. What a pussy. Here's to being a giant pussy, getting dumped, crying, and going though "changes".


 this guy absolutely kills this song. amazing job.

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