New Magazine and the Mile High Shakedown

[Chop]

When Issue 2 of Rebel Rods magazine comes out, check it, Should be some great shots and an article about yours truely and the Mile High Shakedown.

I talked to the Editor yesterday and he assured me that they DO use spellcheck.

[voodoodave]

When Issue 2 of Rebel Rods magazine comes out, check it,

Cool, who sells it around here?

[Chop]

dunno yet. The Photog from Studio 9000 did all the pix though. The ones he showed me are pretty cool.

[malibu_mary]

what happened to my kinder gentler chop?

[voodoodave]

what happened to my kinder gentler chop?


HaaHa, the medication must have worn off! >;)

[Chop]

I am indeed turning over a new leaf.

and I refuse to risk my artistic integrity over anything that I feel is substandard.

I didnt get this far by keeping my trap shut and not saying what I think. In the future I will just do it in a more colorfull and interesting way.

I will not bow down before anything just to see my name in print. I will not beg, put on a happy face, nor hold my tounge to sell a painting. I will not kiss up to any worthless souless machine that does nothing but promote bad behavior, unsafe practices, and poor grammer. I would rather have a portfolio full of unsold pieces of my mind then a hole where my heart was.

[Skillbilly]

I' sensing a strong opinion on the subject. Am I right? ;>>

[Chop]

JUST FOR YOU Skillbilly.

A portion of the letter I sent back to an unspecified magazine after they offered to print some of my stuff. I hope they dont take it wrong.

"Life is not a fad. You can pull the wool over the sheep’s eyes and you can make your money, but the Gods of Horsepower will condemn you to a fiery hell for what you have done. Turn the pages, birdshit welds and dangling plastic skulls will be your claim to fame. So please, grease up your hair, search eBay endlessly for you vintage propaganda. Pose in front of your masterpiece; you will be an original just like everyone else. You are nothing but a bunch of frauds padding your wallets by throwing toxic meat to the masses of the fool hearty and the thoughtless. You are the Jim Jones of hotrods. You are killing the good names of our forefathers and making them twist in their graves. Ed Iskederian, Mickey Thompson, Jungle Jim, and Sam Barris are crying in heaven seeing what you have done. There are thousands who have perished building, testing, rebuilding and sacrificing. You have thrown a black sheet over their graves, destroyed their lifelong pursuits by cashing in their dreams and distorting them to nothing more then more zeros in your bank account. Big Daddy is shaking his head from his cloud surrounded by angels looking at the nightmare you have created. But alas, there are the few of us, ready to rise up camshafts in hand. Ready to beat you down, overthrow the kingdom you have created by showing the masses the truth.

You have offered me a piece of your empire, my day in the light, my chance to spread the name of Chop. I give it back to you ten fold and hope you choke on it. I don’t need a day in the sun; I need another night in the garage. You do not promote a lifestyle. The only thing that matters is the next one horsepower gained, the next gallon of fuel, the next whiff of unspent exhaust wafting through the night air as we stage at the red stoplight. Not a style by any means. It is a way of life.

I bid you farewell and Godspeed, crawl back to your lifestyle; tell me how Ol’ Skool you are from the drivers seat of your four cylinder Honda. Deposit another check and grab a little more of the market share. All the money in the world will never buy your way out of hell. "