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The Toothless Biker, Oakville, IN (2026)

04/10/2026

I had a poser talk s**t today, here is my response..

07/26/2025

So far.. It'll be good and done soon..

07/26/2025

I'm back fu***rs! Time for some punk s**t!

01/16/2024

Just throwing it out there.. Any motorcycle industry people on here going to Milwaukee in July for the HD homecoming that need an extra set of hands?

01/14/2024

El Dodgerino says bundle up folks, it's gonna be a cold few days ahead. Some doggos like the cold, but me and him, we agree completely about it! We'd both rather be, riding on a motorcycle, somewhere warm!

10/31/2023

Happy Halloween from The Toothless Biker Syndicate ! Hope you scare the crap out of everyone!

06/11/2023

Welcome to Sunday Storytime with the Toothless Biker.

“Holy S**t, are you Jose Canseco?!”

A little background that some of you may not know, I worked for the largest mobile dyno tuning company around for a bit. We traveled the entire nation, and hit over 30 major motorcycle rallies per year. The first week I worked for this company was a trial run in Daytona Beach for Bike Week, at The Battlegrounds. It was packed, and we stayed super busy the entire time, and was literally my job interview. One of the first nights it was making phone calls to friends working in the service department at Rossmeyer across the street, trying to help a couple get their brand new street Glide fixed, the next it was changing intakes or exhausts until it felt like my hands were going to fall off.

This was the only trip that I didn’t stay inside the toter with the other two. I stayed at a friend's house from AMI who still lived there and commuted my Ducati Monster everyday across town, taking in all the sights before the madness. I got there and started getting tools ready for the day when I hear, “Hey man, are you the Harley guy?”. I looked out the bay window of the trailer and saw a guy standing almost eye to eye with me, which was weird because the floor in there is about two feet off the ground! I responded with, “Yeah man, I’m the Harley guy, whatcha nee….HOLY S**T, ARE YOU JOSE CANSECO?!?!”! He says that he is just as my boss comes running through into the main section that I’m in. He explained that we had a visitor just after I left last night, and he was coming back this morning. After letting him know that I was a huge fan, I asked him what he possibly needed from me, and said that he couldn't really explain it, maybe I should come take a look. We took off across the parking lot and within seconds he was surrounded by people recognizing him, poking and asking him for pictures and autographs. He handled the crowd with ease as we made it over to a truck and trailer with a fourteen and a half foot long, pro style chopper with a giant sword mounted between the front downtubes!

I have never been the most mentally stable guy out there, but at this point I really went into a different place. I questioned the reality that was happening around me in real time. Where am I? What is going on? Is this really a major league baseball player, who I actually have his rookie card at home, and if so why me, why my help? I was only a few months out from graduating college, and had minimal professional experience. I think that he must have noticed I was getting overwhelmed because he started asking me about real life and if I had any kids or family. We talked for a few about Damion, since he was the only one around back then and I came back to reality. he smiled, and we then went on to the bike, which he said was built for a tv show at one point and how he was sitting at a stoplight, and it won’t go anywhere at all now. “I heard a snap and it won’t move. I heard you guys were the best around here, and wanted you to look at it. They said you were the Harley guy last night so I came back.” I don’t know about you all, but at 26 years old, trying to make a name for myself in the industry, hearing that alone was like the biggest shot of adrenaline you could ever imagine! A different world I sure was in, at that point and it changed my entire outlook from then on.

I had him fire the bike up and show me what he meant, and realized that the rear hub had actually sheared off all the bolts holding it together, and the outer hub was just spinning. A 360mm rear tire coming off of a 124 cu in V-twin engine makes an enormous amount of torque, and apparently can break airplane grade bolts like they are nothing! After a parts search around most of central Florida we found the ones needed, but they wouldn’t be there until the next day. A person would think that the guy waiting would either go back to the hotel or find something to do, it was bike week and all. Jose and his lady friend asked if we had chairs and insisted on hanging out with us all day. They joked around with us, took pictures with customers but most of all were regular ol real people, just like us. At one point I asked him how he dealt with the crowd with that much ease, and he said that he’s just a real dude like everyone else, he was just really good at playing baseball. Before leaving we had sat down and he told me that as long as you remember who you actually are, you can handle anything. He insisted on signing an autograph for Damion, and wrote something goofy on it just for him.

I only spoke to him once after that, but I’ll never forget who I am, and where I come from. I’m still trying to figure out the handle anything part, but hell even he had a few setbacks along the way to becoming that big. (and yes, that's a steroid joke. I couldn’t hold it in any longer, hahahaha)

05/09/2023

There's another lit bike out there, a 2022 Heritage. Was it fun, hell no!

05/04/2023

The rate of su***de is highest in middle-aged white men.

White males accounted for 69.68% of su***de deaths in 2020.

As someone who deals with depression, and has for a long time, I know how hard it can be. Everyone goes through rough times, but most will never show it. There's not always signs, until it's too late. PLEASE guys, drop the toxic masculinity bulls**t and have real talk with your friends. It's only dumb if you don't try, and who knows it may save a life. Reach out to those who seem to have it all figured out, they may not.. Most of all because nobody fakes being depressed, but a lot fake being happy. 🫶

05/03/2023

6 likes and 21 followers out of over 300 invites sent out.. Thought I'd give it a shot. It's cool, I guess my part in motorcycle history will just stay with me. ✌️

04/30/2023

Welcome to Sunday Storytime!
A place to reminisce and have some laughs.

First off, thank you to everyone who has liked and or followed the page. I figured since I've been in or around the motorcycle industry my entire life that I should tell some of my stories for the rest of the world. Stories of my experiences with the people ive been fortunate enough to have, what seems always being in the right time, at the right place.

Whether it was a fluke meeting with a racing legend, a run-in with a rock and roll god, or a baseball superstar with a broken bike, this is the time to make a drink, roll a jib, or whatever makes you happy, sit back, and hear some craziness. Cheers, and welcome to the show.

Meeting my hero, or maybe not.
by Toothless on April 30, 2023

Picture it now, a strapping young lad who just got his first dirt bike.. Helmet, check, long pants, check, gloves, check. IT’S TIME TO RIDE!!!! Off to the backyard I went, running to the shed, pulling out that old 70’s Suzuki jr50. Giving it full throttle as soon as I hit the shifter into the one and only gear it had. The backyard wasn't that big, and had fencing on all three sides that the house wasn't on, and the ‘corners’ of the track I had decided on came up rather quickly. Luckily, I knew exactly what to do, well eventually after a few trips into the fence, I knew exactly what not to do as well, but man could I sling it!

I knew what to do because I was a flat track fan, really a huge Bubba Shobert fan, and he happened to be a flat track superstar. I watched him on Moto World every chance I could. If it wasn't there, it was me reading or finding any article I could from all of the motorcycle magazines or newspapers we always seemed to have. Bubba was my hero, my idol. I knew then that some racers were upset with other racers, but did not understand the American/Metric brand wars that were going on in flat track until years later. I knew that Bubba was always portrayed as a genuine, good guy, add on a bunch of wins and what little kid wouldn't like him, right?

I remember my dad coming out into the backyard as I’m full speed into the corner, then whipping the assend of that little 50 completely sideways, one foot out on the ground for balance, never letting off the gas the whole time. He motioned for me to stop, and when I did he said that we were going to go meet Bubba, at an actual flat track pro race in Charleston, West Virginia. Needless to say I was pretty excited, and counted down until the day we jumped into the 914 Porsche and tore ass down the road (I get it honest, we've never gone anywhere slow).

Arriving in Charleston, we went to the night race first thing. It was about the coolest thing that a kid could imagine, and way louder which to me was just amazing. The next morning we set out to find a local shop that dad had found out was letting the racers work on their bikes before the main night's event. I say we set out because, well West Virginia is a bunch of curvy roads, and mountain passes. To say the least, we got lost! It was super fun to bomb around in the 914, mountain pass after mountain pass, but I just wanted to meet Bubba, and after what seemed like days, we finally found the shop we were looking for. I was about to burst, and jumped out of the car looking here and there for any glimpse of my idol.

Dad walked up and spoke to the manager explaining our situation, and that I was really hoping to meet Bubba if he was still around. He was not. Our roaming around the wrong passes had made us miss him by less than five minutes! A guy was working on one of the bikes near where Dad and the manager are at and calls over to them asking what's going on. They eventually come and find me still roaming around looking for Bubba and tell me what's up. Seeing I was more than bummed out, the random guy leans over and introduces himself, handing me a brand new KK Motorcycle Supply hat with an autograph already on it. It was Steve Moorehead. He asked if I knew who he was, and of course I did, I was a flat track fan! He said that he knew I wasn't who he expected to meet, but we were welcome to hang out with him if we wanted, which of course we did for the rest of the day. Because of him, we were able to be in the pro pits for the main event. It was one of the most memorable events of my young life, all thanks to Steve being a good dude, and my awesome dad for talking him into some extra cool souvenirs. I loved every minute of it, even getting roosted by race bikes.

Eventually, the KK hat was covered in signatures of pro racers, mostly flat track, and of course Bubba Shobert, but Steve Mooreheads was always my favorite. I knew back then, four wheels move the body, but two wheels move the soul. I've never looked back and don't plan on starting now. Oh, and I still keep it pinned through the corners!

Well, that's it for this edition of Sunday Storytime, the first one ever! I hope you all enjoyed a little blast into my past.

The Toothless Biker Syndicate
Indiana, USA

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