Dan Collins

Dan Collins awoke one night to the sounds of a (adjective)_______________ creature. When he looked out the window, all he could see was a (noun)________________. He grabbed his(noun)_______________ and ran downstairs. Little did he know, he forgot to (verb)_________________ the kitchen door. Apparently a very large and hairy (noun)_________________ had crept in the house while he was sleeping. Too bad Dan has A.D.D. because he forgot what he was doing and proceeded to raid the (noun)____________________ for leftovers. As he stuffed his (body part)___________________ with meatloaf, the creature snuck into his (place)___________________and stole his (adjective)_____________________ chopper. When Dan heard the rumble of the (noun)______________________, he was so surprised, that he dropped his meatloaf and pee'd in his (noun)_______________________. Against all odds, Dan managed to run so (adverb)____________________, that he managed to catch up with the hairy creature, and (verb)________________________him. Now when Dan goes to sleep, he always locks the (noun)_____________________, and keeps his (adjective)______________________ gun under his pillow. His chopper will never be the same.

Old Gold Garage Co.

Content Posted by Dan Collins

Gravity and other myths...

I turned 40 last October. To some of you that makes me pretty fuckin old, to some, pretty fuckin young. I didn't tell anyone or celebrate, because I felt it. I considered 40 to be old as shit. My backs fucked, my leg still hurts from my accident last year, I can't party like I used to... As the months pass by I'm getting settled into a different life in a new town with some old friends and some new ones, writing off other so called friends, and embracing it all. I'm privileged to live in a time and place where I can be creative and make a living that way. There are no civil wars or widespread famine, no pestilence or plagues. It's easy to get wrapped up in the day to day bullshit and forget how good we all have it. On my most stressful days I'm trying to give myself at least five minutes to goof off even if it seems impossible. It makes it all easier. The hardest part for me is not feeling guilty or letting other people make me feel guilty about it. Blaze your own trails and fuck everyone who isn't there for you at the finish line. I've only got one time around this rock and I wanna make it count. 

Bouncing on the edge of obscurity

I haven't posted on here in a minute. Seems like Instagram took the fire out of the blogosphere. Im gonna get back to posting on here more often. I feel like it's a better way to connect and not just fish for compliments or whatever. The last year has been insane. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's had a crazy year, it actually seems like I'm in pretty good company. During my divorce which was finalized in October, something I didn't talk about much, I decided to make some changes... I bought some land out of the city and I'll be building my own shop and spending more time building bikes and cars for myself. Stuff I hope you guys will be stoked about, but at the same time I'm not trying to win a popularity contest and at the end of the day all that matters is that I dig what I'm building. The seats are still my main bread and butter and I'll be coming out with new designs in the near future as well as offering custom seats to builders. Thanks to everyone who has supported my little company since day one. Instead of turning my company into a massive brand that sponsors every bike show and making crappy TV shows that kill your brain cells I've decided to make a quality product on a small scale and try to have a life that I can feel like I didn't compromise. I plan on traveling more this year, spending more time with my family and friends and hopefully getting to finish some of the projects I started, some of them years ago. Xoxo


Way Back Wednesday...

Aug 9th



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