8/31/10

JD supporting the crew.............

Thanks for the picture...........

Here's the video.... Sorry...............

Getting some love back..........

Sent those buttons out a few weeks ago and the pictures are streaming in.......... Morganne sent me a couple cool shots and Johan sent me a rad video..........

Thanks guys!

If anyone else has any pictures/ videos of the buttons out in the world hook me up... tim@deathscience.com

Later.




8/30/10

Brooklyn... GOOD times, hard work, GREAT friends and a DEAD body.....

So, I went to Brooklyn for a week...... Vander needed a hand and I wanted to go see a homie....... we built an amazing mini-half out of steel and birch........ Vander is a craftsman and his partner in crime Nevett (sp?) is one of the raddest people I have ever met........ they both work like there's a gun to their heads..... Vander thanks for letting me try to work along side you... it was an honor.........

The ramp is part of an art installation...... it is being skated for a week and then hung from the ceiling upside-down.......... AMAZING what you can do to make dough in NYC............

So, we worked 15-18 hours every day except one...... we finished a little early on Thursday, loaded the ramp up on a semi and dropped it off in Manhattan...... then Vander and I had some mushroom pizza and headed to the Gypsy Run pre-party at Indian Larry's old shop............ We met up with some homies..... Clarky-baby was there with Bill..... we also saw Baltimore Tim......... It was good to see everyone and drink free beers.............

Vander and I are heading to the next stop for the night along with Cicero and Katie...... Cicero is behind Godspeed and is as rad as his photos...... we are rapping and walking when out of the blue a chick runs up to Vander and explains that there's a dead body under the bridge (we are walking by the BQE - there's a skate spot right there off the main drag)..... Vander, of course knows everyone because Brooklyn is his city and he knows the chick.... and in typical Vander style this isn't his first time inspecting a dead body.... he runs off asking if anyone has a mirror...... I'm behind but trying to keep up..... when we hit the van Vander is giving the knife across the neck sign and telling the owner of the van that his passenger is DEAD..... not just kinda dead but REAL DEAD..... looked like one too many needles in the arm..... so, Cicero, Kate and I are ready to split.... but not Vander.... somehow the driver (who wants to get in his van and split - surely he was high too but lucky...) has convinced Vander to pull the DEAD BODY out of the van....... Vander yells to me "come help".... I say "with what?" He says "let's pull him out".... I asked him if he was fucking retarded and told him that if he wanted to stay out of jail for another day he would split now with me............. he came to his senses and we split..... but not before we saw a cop who Vander somehow charmed into laughing and rolling off despite the fact that we were definitely just at the scene of the crime......

We drank a bunch more and hung out.......... oh, and told the story about 1 million times..........

On Friday, we finished the ramp and it was time to skate..... just then we got a call from Vander's painter.... it was time to break out and put his bike together.... first things first......... as you have seen below his bike is AMAZING!!!

Brooklyn was fun for sure..... I can't wait to go back.

As a post-note on his way back to the bar to pick us up from the bar he saw the driver of the van trying to get in his van and split.... yeah, the cops just took the body out and yeah he was high and yeah Vander told him to get lost and come down before he drove again..... Vander snatched his keys from him and threw them onto the BQE.............. funny shit.........

PSS - that IS a guy skating the tranny's set up ON the semi.........













































8/29/10

my 1949 el vl fl done!!!!!!!!!





had a hard few weeks on a big job......tim came up to lend a hand (thanks again).......installed job and got a call from painter (vince from high & tite here in brooklyn) that the tins are ready!.......picked up tins and away we went to the shop friday night.....got it all on and together but didnt get it running till saturday afternoon....sorry tim you werent there for the first go.....took a couple loops around the block......some adjustments need to be made to carb clutch etc... but blasted around williamsburg brooklyn today with a grin ear to ear.......


8/27/10

Moving sucks...

I think we are close to finally being all moved in to our new shop space. It's a pretty rad set-up...storefront area with a small warehouse connected. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before our neighbors hate us (or get sick from all of the fumes)! At any rate, here's a few pictures of where the Death Science crew plots and schemes these days. Anybody know a good decorator?



Finger Food Friday!

Hey all you wierdos, freaks, lurkers and sickos. Its your neighborhood Fingers, back to bring you another part of my life.

First to answer a question... Thunder - Yes, I did know pete smith very well. Pete had the biggest chopper shop on the east coast, the motorcycle supermarket.
He had everything. He served a strech in prison for trying to snuff out a chick and stuffing her body in a sewer. You got to love pete. Pete wrecked about 4 rivieras since I met him. Hit a semi at 55 mph...sadly pete lost his life to a brain tumor. I love you pete, miss your great stories. Pete knew everyone.

Next, I'm suppose to be on strike, but DS tim is unfair and wont let me. Labor laws really suck here at Death Science...no money no coffee breaks and no lunch. Fuck, can't even get a pin! Haha just kidding my brother... love / respect.

Well, I'm about settled in here in NY. Shop is together, I'm working a foundry shout down, and get to see my mother alot. Marge is a classic...the Jackie O of Buffalo. Haha No matter what the jam is I got myself into, Marge was there. So any fuck way, like 1999 I pack up my pad and move to Florida [side note 1 fla sucks] after cashing in a law suit from a car wreck. I hit fla fast and hard till i woke the fuck up. Fla can suck you dry...alot of fucked up kats down there with thier hand out. After a short time of trying to kill myself from accute boozing, my ol lady opens a bar - BLONDIE'S FIRESIDE INN. Let me tell you, just what 2 drunks need is keys to a bar. It was drunken stupidity and nakedness everyday. We had some great parties. Well the bar was always patch friendly and we kept it that way. So for our first free cook out Blondie and yours truly ride up to the Outlaws club house to intro ourselves and invite them down for a beer. Well "free" was the right word cuz they come. Richard and a brother from milwaulkee named weird. Well me and wierd hit it off really good. After some time they split, but not before inviting me and the fabulous Blondie to the club house. So we leave our cook out to hit the club house. There we meet a ol guy named Kenny too, fucking kool kat. We also meet Johnny2 beers. Mr. Romeo had a way with chicks, he would just go up to them and start necking with them. Fuckin crazy! When i walked in for the first time I was in shock and nervous. Remember, I was headed to the other team. Above the
door it said "DAYTONA BEACH OUTLAWS-THE NOTORIOUS". You're really bad when you are calling yourself that. Over the next few mounths its becoming my regular
hangout. And like any MC, you hang out enough, they are going to ask that famous question that we all want to hear "YOU SHOULD JOIN, WE HAVE A GREAT TIME
HERE". So I'm floored by the thought, but I am leery because of my past. Lets face it, these two teams don't break bread without someone getting snuffed, so i did not know if they were setting me up. So I went right to the pres, mighty outlaw midget Smitty. He tells me "yeah we know about your past". So now wtf... I'm thinking wierd shit. They ask me if I want to probate for the american outlaw assocation...of course I said "ok". Things change real fast when you make a big move like this. The first thing i notice is these guys ride fucking hard and fast. It was nothing to go 120 on the interstate in formation. The second thing i noticed is I'm the only nut on a chopper. Baggers and FXR's are the bikes of choice with major clubs. Well, I'm a CHOPPER FREAK. My first outing on the road with the club was to Kentucky for Bob's funeral. Oh we're having fun now being a personal slave for people I never met. Trickbagging is real big in the outlaw world... always fucking with you. They are real big on knowing every brother's name...great. And dont forget, or call them the wrong name because doing so would get you a instant black eye, or worse. I faired well in that game. The ride home was another story. The boss was drunk and pissed...we were passing troppers at 100mph with me in the rear just tring to keep them in sight. When I got home I told Blondie it was the worst time I ever had. I spent 3 days putting my chopper back together. I ended up taking off my springer and apehangers and opting for a wide glide and buckhorns for control. I lasted 84 days before i dropped out. They told me horror stories of bike week, which is an Outlaw national - meaning mandtory, and need to get while probating. So I drop out and get my shit together to return to complete my mission to be notorious.

Till next week, don't change that channel!
I want to get up early the day I die, got alot to do. Chopper death ride, make the scene, man i dig my life.....
F. O. F. friend of fingers

8/25/10

Great Times


start class on monday-gay but it will be nice to be done!
want to take a cruise, its raining-gay-no butts!
Gotta job valeting cars making gay an hour!
Oh i CAnt wait for the ride for lightning!

Death Science for that ass...

So last weekend some amazing shit went down... at least in my little end of the biker universe...

Preview of things to come...



There will be an epic story to follow once the dust settles and the bike gets put back together... with Vanders build on here, the bar has been set pretty high. Hopefully I'll have everything sorted for the Ride for Lightning...

In the mean time, some folks (myself included) like to see peoples parts stashes, well here's some of mine to give you something to look at... dealing parts you end up with a literal ton of stuff...



The 'keeper' stash... Kyle your tank made the wall of fame!!! Had a good time the other day, look forward to riding sometime very soon...


8/24/10

Brooklyn........

So, Vander calls me last week... or should I say texts me (because that's how Vander rolls)...... he says he could use a hand with a project he has..... now, I don't have any special skill - he just needs another idiot to hold shit and carry shit............

I loaded up and drove to NY on Sunday.......

This is what we are doing.... man, Vander has the life.... rad apartment, amazing shop and "work" that has him building metal half-pipes.................................









DS buttons showing up........

Everywhere........

Thanks for the picture of the pins Lars........

Hope you guys enjoy and send me more pictures - PLEASE...........



Rob gets it...........

Rob - thanks for the dedication to the cause........... others have sent in pictures of titties with stickers.... but ONLY Rob went all the way.......... and for that we THANK YOU!

Mr. T is on the way......



8/23/10

Thanks for your patience!!!

To all of you who may still be waiting on a shift knob or tail light, thanks for your patience! We have been moving into a new shop space and have fallen a little behind. The dust has settled though, and we are back at it...so you should see your purchase very soon. Thanks again to all of you for your continued support of the Death Science crew, and for keeping the DIY scene alive!

While you're waiting on your shit, sit back and enjoy a nice cold beverage...

8/20/10

some pictures friend took of pan still pre tank and fender



tim stanton came by and snapped some shots today thought i would share.......

Finger Food Friday - Out on my terms... sorta,

Hey all you weirdos, freaks and lurkers - zoo York Fingers back at the keys... sorry about the delay but I was having a mid-life crisis... Yeah, fuck I know you missed me like a zit on your dick, but I had to get the fuck outta of dodge [FL]... If you ever get the chance don't fucking go there. It sucks ass! I would rather go to a Yanni concert with my dead Grandmother. \

Well, besides trying to burn the truck up, the great move went well - only one broken plate. Took two and half days to drive to NY. I remember being able to do it in 19 hours. Fucking A, getting old sucks. In the middle of PA, I thought I was tripping again... thought someone dosed me. Any of you weirdos ever have that happen to you? All of a sudden your trippin' and you didn't drop any acid?

It's happened to me.... some dog dick bitch decided that it would be tooo kool if everyone was trippin with him. Dropped a window pane in our hard cider - called it "lectriccider." Apples taste fucking weird when your trippin'. Well I'm bout trippin balls when this dude that dosed us kicks us out of his pad,great now we got to deal with the squares haha..... what a night.... but that's a story for later.

Let's just say the move is over.

Back to where I left off.... Well fuck, back to the war games. We played hide and seek with the other team for about 4 or 5 months. It was getting real old. The first thing I noticed was certain people weren't coming to the table with anything while some seemed to be doing it all. The Pres was always shacked up in his compound waiting for phone reports from the front. Around this time my buddy and brother JJ decides to make a move a real heavy one - this was real heavy as he was the srgt at arm and a great soldier for the club. He goes and starts prospecting for the red team,[are you with me, wink wink] and leaves us short.

Well, yours truly gets sick of the passes some are getting in the club and starts asking questions [side note 1 don't question the boss - not good]. So now the pres is getting pissed at me - too much boat rocking. So, I decided "fuck it" and I start hanging out with JJ and the red team - I get to see how the world really works. I fucking love it! Well, the Pres didn't - or at least that's what I found out!

So, my plan was at the next meeting I was going to drop out and go prospect for the red team - that was my plan. And we all know what they say about a good plan.... The shit hits the fan hard real fucking hard I'm in a real situation with my club. The Pres starts the meeting and I interrupt him [side note 2, if you are in this situation don't interrupt the Pres]. Well unknown to me someone threw me under the bus - hard. He knew I was hanging we the red team. He blows a major gasket - tells me "we aint no stepping stone for the red team."... blah, blah, blah.... He pulls my patch tells me I'm prospecting I said fuck no [side note 3, don't talk like that to the Pres of a club]. He tells me I got two choices - either prospect or get out "bad. Well, you guessed it I said get out... Well, when I said that they put my skinny ass on a bar stool and for the count of 10 two guys one on the right one on the left punched me wherever they wanted - anywhere but the face. I quickly realized that if I fell on the floor I could catch a break. After all that fun the real games started. He tells me he's taking my chop and you guessed it I say "fuck that." Once again - wrong answer. He smashes me in the face. There's a certain point in life when common sense takes over and stupidity leaves... With 9 guys, most with guns, and me already beat up I knew I was not going to win this one. Yeah I know some of you tough guys will say "they would never take my bike." I say save that story for your chick don't run it on me. You can't beat 9 guys following the orders of the boss. So I caved in and said "TAKE IT, IT,S ONLY A PIECE OF METAL!" That was the fucking hardest thing I ever did in my fucked up life to date. I built that chopper, bled on it and was the first to start it. It was truly MINE.....

So I,m out of the club and out a chopper I built and owned for 13 years... Only one thing to do - I go into depression... deep. I'm a miserable mother fucker. I give up on the red team. I give up on everything. Till my beautiful woman says "just build another one bigger and better." So, as corny as that sounds that's what I did. FTF [side note 4, Alex, the Pres is in jail after this awaiting trial for a bunch of fed and state charges. The feds contact me want me to testify against him. They know about my bike being stolen. So what do you think I did? Told the cops to fuck off! I'm no rat!]

Until next time........

My lifestyle dictates my deathstyle........


8/19/10

Really FUCKED.....

So, I got the following message from Justin about a cop hitting and killing one of his friends on a bike.......... really fucked.....

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Please read this article and the past articles noted in it.



A motorcyclist was killed by a drunk, on duty, Indianapolis police officer a few weeks ago. Eric Wells was sitting at a red light with no options to move and an empty turn lane to his left when Officer Drunky tried to blow through the intersection driving 75mph. Officer Drunky missed the open turn lane and instead plowed over Eric Wells, killing him and critically injuring the couple on the bike next to him. Officer Drunky’s blood was drawn 2 hours after the accident and came back with a BAC of .19%.



Today a judge ruled that his blood sample was taken without probable cause and the sample was thrown out as evidence. Most of the charges were dropped.



The attached probable cause affidavit describes the horrible details of the accident and what took place after.


I feel like this need to get out into the community...


Cops and judges looking out for their kind, with no regard for the justice of a murdered motorcyclist?


More Info:

HERE

and

HERE

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I attached the affidavit - it is FUCKED!






Party pics.............

So, QBall took some rad shots of the LOW SIDE jam...........

I thought I'd share some........... and let everyone know that if you don't know QBall and his book "Living the Life" you're slipping............ he's RAD and his book is SICK! Check it out....






Oh, and check us out.... can you see from the Budweiser cans how seriously we were taking it? And, don't even ask why Matt has on a beanie.... Oh, oh, and ladies please try to keep the emails down to a minimum.... I know I'm looking irresistible and all............... but, there's only so much of me to go around..... hahah...........






Buttons are OUT.....

I mailed the buttons today....

All I ask is please send me some pictures when you get them.........

Thanks again for all the responses and keep an eye out for more rad buttons coming REAL SOON!

Vintage pictures are rad...

Go check out Morganne's blog for some really cool pictures of old bikes, trikes, and other shit...thanks Morganne!