10. Tumultuous Behavior The raids came early in TB Mars. Sirens in the thin air, boots pounding against steel, armored rigs grinding through gates like they were paper. Every sweep ended the same—walls broken, pride dented, nothing found. No weapons. No stash. Just bikers who refused to bow. One raid went sideways. Their little tank-trucks plowed through the gates and wedged themselves into their own trap. Couldn’t back out without tearing through our wall. By the time the dust settled, they left empty-handed again—but this time they owed us damages. Proof written in bent metal: you can’t crush what you don’t understand. Still, ...

The Convoy Run to Redhaven The buzz of the machine filled the shop, steady like a rattlesnake. Torch leaned back in the chair, wincing but grinning, talking louder than the hum. I told him to sit still or he’d wear the needle sideways, but Torch never could keep quiet when the stories started spilling out. Heading for Redhaven “So there’s six of us,” Torch says, “rolling convoy to Redhaven. Crawlers creaking, bikes strapped down, the whole long haul across the dust. We’d been out there before, but this time wasn’t just another run. We were on our way to bring a new crew ...

The Long Run to Ash River The dust outside TB Mars shimmered like rusted glass when the club rolled out. Five engines snarled in unison, single file, not side-by-side. On Earth, they might’ve ridden two-by-two, tight and proud. But Mars wasn’t Earth. The trails weren’t wide freeways; they were carved paths of salt and shale, broken rover ruts, and the jagged lips of collapsed lava tubes. Out here, if you rode too close, you weren’t just risking paint—you were risking a wheel dropping into a crater. Grit led the line, Widow rattling like bones in a tin can but still carrying herself ...

Chapter One: From Asphalt to Dust 1. Earth Gone Sideways By the time the world gave up the ghost, most folks were either tuned out or gunning for the last piece of meat. The streets echoed with the last gasps of a dying era—smashed glass under boots, sirens swallowed by smoke, and the stink of desperation clinging to every corner. I remember old Grizz, a mechanic out of Pendleton, leaning against the frame of his half-buried garage, flipping a wrench in one hand and a cigarette in the other, muttering, “Guess this is what the end smells like.” Cities burned under the glow ...

4th Annual Jesse Doyle Memorial Run Friday started the way it should—coffee, gear, and a cold start that lit right up. I rolled the mile of gravel from the off-grid place to the pavement, pointed the bike toward Highway 97, and let Sprague River fall behind. Chiloquin. Chemult. Just road and time. In Chemult I bumped into two train riders—one with a guitar, both with a story. The older one had just lost his sister and was headed for Portland. I grabbed a beer, shared a minute, and let him play a few quiet bars for the people we miss. Then it ...

14. The River That Burned Green The fire snapped, throwing sparks into the thin air, the neon river humming beside them like some alien electric vein. The tents glowed faintly in the background, strange Martian cocoons that made the whole camp feel more like a fever dream than a campsite. Bikes rested nearby, silent silhouettes, chrome catching flashes of green from the water. For a long time, nobody spoke. Just the pop of fire and the faint hiss of wind moving across the dust. Then Patch cleared his throat, rough as gravel. “You boys remember Earth?” he asked, cigar stub glowing like a ...

Before tattoos lined the arms of Marines or marked the backs of sailors with eagles, anchors, and “Mom” hearts, they started as something older, stranger, and more global. American military tattooing didn’t begin in the U.S.—it began on the ocean. From Polynesia to Port Cities In the 1700s and early 1800s, American sailors were some of the first to bring tattooing home from the far corners of the world. While serving aboard ships that visited Polynesia, the Philippines, and other Pacific regions, these early seamen encountered bold, symbolic tattoo art deeply rooted in warrior traditions. They liked what they saw—and they brought it back ...

🧭 The Mission Behind SalemTattoo.com: Built By a Tattooer, For Tattooers SalemTattoo.com ain’t no corporate suit project. It was built by a lifer in the trade — someone who’s been ridin' the coil and layin' ink since the ‘80s. You know the kind: the fella with ink-stained fingers, a straight eye for linework, and stories from the days before walk-ins were bookin' through apps. This ain't a gimmick site. It's a functional, working tattoo directory that lists shops in every damn city called Salem across the U.S. — and yeah, there's a bunch of 'em. But the real focus? Quality. Credibility. Connection. 🏴 ...

🔥 Local Fire Report: Smoke Settles In Over Sprague River OREGON (July 16, 2025) The smoke’s been thick out here in Sprague River lately, and it’s no mystery why — we’ve got three fires burning in our backyard. These aren’t distant headlines from up north or downstate. These are real deal blazes just a short ride away, and the air's got that thick campfire funk hanging on everything. Here is what's surrounding us: Hagelstein Fire    Near Hagelstein Mountain (just east of Highway 97) 523 acres and still active This fire's been putting out a solid wall of smoke. You can see the orange glow ...

KLAMATH COUNTY, Ore. – UPDATE 5:17 p.m.: A Level 1 (BE READY) evacuation has been issued for Zones KLA-1186 and KLA-1191 for the Trout Fire.The fire is burning on the 34500 Block of Indian Circle Drive in Chiloquin. Multiple structures are threatened.The fire is 95% lined, according to South Central Oregon Fire Management Partnership (SCOFMP). Community members are being asked to avoid the area.Trout Fire (Oregon)Level 3 (GO NOW!) Evacuations:Level 2 (BE SET) Evacuations: Level 1 (BE READY) Evacuations: KLA-1186, KLA-1191Acreage: 5Containment: 0%Closures: NoneFirefighting Efforts: "Fire crews are working quickly to contain the fire with 95% of the perimeter lined," SCOFMP wrote on ...