Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Monday, December 21, 2009

Flash Cars


The Aug/Sept 1977 issue of Photo-Forum featured many cool shots by Murray Cammick presented under the title "Flash Cars". In May of 77 NZ Hot Rod also featured 3 pages of these shots. At the time Murray was a design and layout man for Photo-Forum and had recently co-founded the new rock music newspaper Rip It Up. The Flash Cars collection documents Auckland's Queen Street scene as it really was. Murray insisted on using nothing but a 50mm lens without flash to avoid exageration of the cars shapes or disturbing the people and reflections that add so much to these shots.
Check back for more from Murray's Flash Cars collection.

This shot features 1960 Fairlane with familiar faces from the time. Anyone recognise these dudes?

Aaron

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Free And Easy.


Seat belt? Yeah nah nah, I reckon I'd rather be thrown free if I crash this eh bro yeah nah nah no seat belts required bro!

Aaron

Monday, December 7, 2009

Did Someone in Birmingham Have A Time Machine?



1949 Ariel Square Four 1000 Mark 1 - I could look at this picture for hours, perfect lines. The SQ4 engine in this Ariel was the bench mark for smoothness and power in its day and heavily influenced the design of early Jap four cylinder machines. Aluminium barrels and heads lightened things up considerably. Ariel was sold to BSA in 1951.

I Am Bread Man - Dance With Me!!!

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Mathematical Anti Telharsic Harfatum Septomin

Our New Favourite Place


A magical place, to be sure.

Aaron

Hole From An Axe





A decade ago I took to the road with NZ rock behemoth Head Like A Hole, roadieing on what would be their final "Head Like A Holden Tour".
Now, I can't remember anything about that, but in March this year after a slight delay due to an incident with a foot and an axe, they re-formed for a national tour. I can't remember much about that either, but I did take some pictures. We have a feature in issue one of OnePercent but in the meantime here's a small taste.

Andrew

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Tight Pants


Here’s a shot from last year’s Scroungers Hot Rod Blowout – man what a RAD day. We have a feature on this event in the first issue of OnePercent Magazine coming out in February – just in time for the next Blowout! This year the Scroungers have a special guest attending – legendary hot rod artist and a member of the Burbank Choppers Keith Weesner. The jungle drums suggest there’s more suprises to come too. We’ll let you know when we’re allowed to let you know we know. This car has some serious history, first imported to NZ in the early 70’s from Canada by Robin Unkovich, its been featured on the cover of NZ Hot Rod two or three times and has been set up with various engines including big and small block chev and flathead as well as this 392 Hemi/GMC 671 combo. The car was campaigned by various people including John Cole, Peter Dore and Colin Prouse but has been owned by Malcolm Turner and Chris Piaggi for the last decade. Fastest car in the country for a while there. My pants are getting tight.

Aaron

Parking Is Making You Mental






One of the most stressful things in modern life is parking. When you’re exposed to stressful events (parking) over which you have no control (parking) your body releases some crazy shit called corticosteroids. If this goes on long enough, it leads to structural changes in your brain. Your working and spatial memory gets impaired bro. In short, Parking is making your noggin go all FUCKY. As you’ll see from the evidence above, this manifests itself in all kinds of ways.

Aaron

Monday, November 30, 2009

Let's Get Fit

Speed Bitch


This was originally listed as an ex Ivan Mauger bike, and in a way it is. Seems that Jawa used to pay Ivan in parts – tons of parts.
This bike was never campaigned by Ivan and was apparently sourced from his mechanic. In recent times Ivan has discredited bikes like this - and understandably so.
A recent sale of a bike he did campaign went for $82K in the US. Regardless of whether the legend ever actually rode
this bike it is undoubtedly insanely cool. 60 horsepower single speed 4 valve blue metal flake speed bitch! Still available for sale from what I hear.

Aaron

Beer Can Furniture


Now this is sensible recycling. Why in God’s name would you drink a beer, send the empty can all the way to the dump to be sorted, recycled and turned back into raw product, shipped overseas, remanufactured into a shitty table, imported back into the country, driven around on a truck, stuck in a shitty retail store, sold by this year’s chaps in last year’s slacks, bought back by you, driven home and then sweated over while you try to interpret the nonsensical instructions when you could turn the empty straight into useable outdoor furniture. Besides, what better excuse can you think of to drink 420 beers?

Aaron

You Have Small Arms



This gave me a stiffy – a Birmingham Small Arm holding an orange. A 1956 BSA Gold Star 500, one of the fastest machines of the 50’s. These were hand built and supplied from the factory with documented dyno details for each bike. The Goldstar won every Isle of Man Clubmans TT from 1949 to 1956 when the series was discontinued. In that last year in the 500 race, Gold Stars took all the first six places. Incredible to think that by the mid seventies BSA, Norton and Triumph would all be gone.

Aaron

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Coventry Gold



If you didn’t get a chance to check out the auction of old bikes that were on display at Deus - don’t sweat it. We’re going to feature some of the machines we dug over the next little while. This 1914 was a mind blower – check out the gas head light. This model is the last Triumph of the veteran era and originally belonged to Phil Aubert Bedard's father. It’s a three speed 550 and was built in Coventry, which just happens to be the farthest from the coast of any city in Britain.

Aaron

Three Toes & The Truth


What kind of madness is the Sloth? Easy to dismiss as a woebegone carny-dog with only comedic value to modern society.Take a moment though and consider this. In a world obsessed with going faster (often in reverse) and filling each minute with
more useless information and bull-shittery, the Sloth has a different approach. When it got shitty on the ground, they got the fuck off it and headed for the trees.
They’ve adopted a “browsing” lifestyle, preferring to keep decisions to a minimum and keeping things EASY. They move only when they really have to, climbing down from the trees once a week to take a crap and have a piss. Man that appeals to me.
Fashion means nothing to them and rather than standing out, a Sloth is happier to blend in and avoid attraction, concentrating more on the important stuff - like eating. Remember friends, as much as two thirds of a well fed Sloth’s body weight consists of the contents of its stomach. Then, from the departure lounge they deliver the biggest FUCK-YOU to the rest of the world and remain hanging from branches after death. Slacker Mausoleum - brilliant. So when it all gets too much, when you want to kick the TV screen in because you’ve just taken the last thirty second advertising ass-fuck you can bare, when you’re sick to your tits of rushing for the bus, working for the boss and listening to the cock-knocker who’s explaining how you should/could be living, sit back good friends and ask yourself “what would a Sloth do?” You’ll be feeling better in no time!

Aaron

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Explosives


Winston Churchill once said "Although personally I am quite content with existing explosives, I feel we must not stand in the path of improvement" and it's with no relevance to this quote that we welcome you to OnePercent. The first printed issue will be out early February and hot dang it's looking good. In the meantime come in, put your feet up, have a drink, rummage throuh our undie draws and take our women for a burn. Our place is your place, (except for when we say fuck off and get out of our place) - it's great to have you along for the ride. So this is not the end, it is the beginning. But it is, perhaps, also the beginning of the end. Boom!

Aaron