HERE’S MORE VINTAGE PIERSON BROTHERS COUPE PHOTOS

For the faithful, the curious, the hot rod purist, or for the rest of us who are waiting time at work, surfing the web on the boss’s dime…here are a handful of more vintage shots of the ‘34 PBC courtesy of our friends at the NHRA Museum in Pomona, California. The Coupe will be on display in the museum until May 2010, so swing by and see it in the flesh as well as the other great exhibits on display. This month don’t miss the Museum’s newest photographic exhibit featuring award winning photos, features, and race coverage from 50 years of National Dragster Magazine.

Watch for the next post on the PBC for rarely seen interior photos.

AND A FLAT BLACK NEW YEAR!

Ted Puryear had one request on his Christmas wish list when he came in to order his bike: he wanted something raw and tough looking that would stand out. Well, actually that’s three requests, but being that it’s Christmas and all, we let him have it. What he ended up with is an industrial strength West Coast Chopper. The sheet metal was cleared with a flat clear coat and most all the aluminum was brushed instead of polished, resulting in one no nonsense, kickass, matt black bike. Ted musta’ been a very, very good boy this year.

The bike is loaded with WCC signature components: Lawless wheels, JJ billet mid controls, our billet triple tree-risers, mirror, 113 inch S&S motor, handmade seat, and a Baker 6-speed right side drive transmission. The “Don’t fuck with me” attitude the bike gives off was thrown in free of charge.

We don’t care what you think— we’re all about good, clean fun.

The WCC and Cisco crew brought their best bowling skills out to the holiday party. A prize for the highest game, pizza, beer, and gift exchange. Try to beat that kitsch!

Bummer for Jesus, his birthday falls on Christmas.

In honor of his birthday, we thought we’d show you our very own West Coast Choppers Jesus collection. Happy birthday J, word to your mother.

and all through the shop, the pit bulls weren’t barking, not even a drop.

The bikes were all polished, and parked by the door, ‘cuz Santa had called and ordered 3 more. The tools lay silent, the Red Room swept clean, the mechanics had split–nowhere to be seen. The girls of West Coast had also gone home, to try and wash off all that biker testosterone. As the last ghetto bird departed the sky, there was a loud noise…a blow out? a backfire? perhaps a drive by? The cars on Anaheim all started to part, was it Baby Jesus and Mary, or Hobo Jim with his cart?

The Cisco peeps all ran out to see, just what was this hub bub, what could it be? And then they saw Jesse, going 80 or so, and sirens blaring, lights flashing: Long Beach’s Finest in tow. He does a burn out, in through the gates, the cops try to follow but get there too late. The fuzz on the bull horn: “Jesse, you’re under arrest! 80 in a 35! We’re soooo not impressed. Come on out, son,” say the black + whites, “you’ve heard ‘em before, but we’ll read you your rights.” Jesse comes out with hammer in hand, tells his sad story so they understand.

More tears were shed than for “It’s a Wonderful Life”, when Jesse started in about his gift for his wife. She asked for nothing for herself, but joy to the world. Peace, and prosperity, for all boys and girls. Jesse thought, “world peace is for sissies”, and sped to West Coast to make something special for his li’l missy. The vision was pure that he had in his head, to make something with his hands from chrome, steel, and lead.

So excited was he to make this great gift of love, he throttled his bike like hell from above. So the police sympathized with his Christmas plight, and let him off with a warning and bid him good night. So in the shop he hammered away, the pits looking on for the rest of the day. This damn poem has drug on much longer than planned, so we’re stopping, quitting, cute endings be damned. Make up your own finish, blah, blah, blah, good cheer, blah, blah, blah, eggnog, we’re soooo outta here. Go ahead, call us quitters, you’re welcome to scoff, to YOU we wish Merry Christmas…but you still can fuck off.

Give your dog something to special eat for the holidays!

HOMEMADE DOG BISCUITS
1 cup uncooked oatmeal
1 1/2 cup hot water
1 tablespoon bouillon granules (beef/chicken)
1/3 cup unsalted butter
1 egg, beaten
3/4 cup powdered milk
3/4 cup cornmeal
1/3 cup nutritional yeast* (full of protein and B vitamins which reduce stress)
3 cup whole wheat flour (or plain flour)

1. Preheat oven to 325°F.
2. In a large bowl, pour hot water over oatmeal, bouillon granules and butter, allow to stand for about five minutes.
3. Mix in beaten egg, powdered milk, yeast and cornmeal. Combine well.
4. Add flour a little at a time while mixing. Continue to stir thoroughly. Add more flour if necessary to make the dough very stiff.
5. Roll dough into a 1/2 inch thickness to cut into shapes and place on lightly greased baking sheet (lightly grease the sheet with butter wrapper).
6. Bake at 325°F for 45 minutes. Turn off oven and crack oven door but leave biscuits in to slowly cool and thoroughly dry out.