Chopper Hostel

I’ve really taken to my role as the innkeeper of Chopper Hostel. I never would have thought that taking care of the needs of guests at my property would be something that would make me smile. But it does and I couldn’t be more surprised.

Lookin’ back on those long miles, havin’ a place like this would have been a gift from the Gods, or at least better than sleepin’ under a truck or some littered ditch.

30 bucks per bike gets you the first night and around $20 for every subsequent night or less if you stay multiple nights. I’ve been on the road myself, so I’ll work with ya.

The Hostel is geared to be an oasis for vintage bikes, choppers and folks on the road by bike. It’s intended to be a place to bring your junk, ride it around the mountain roads of The New River Gorge area and when your riding day is done, wrench on your shit with a few drinks, a little smoke and likeminded folks…Chopper Hostel-ites.

A place for bikes and those who live to ride them. The vibe over the last couple of weeks has been chill with the first groups either settling in for a day of relaxation or jumpin’ on their sleds and takin’ a scrape around the twisties all day and chillin’ when they get back. Whatever they choose to do I seem to fill in the gaps with answers to questions, things to make your stay better, generally fill in the gaps and keeping your shit secure while you’re scrambling around the twisties.

It seems like a good use of my time and acreage. For me, it will surround me with the bikes and the people I love without having to go to some, what now feels like, carnival full of Winnebago’s, vendors and the dreaded weekend warriors and all their softball bullshit. This, I hope, is a vision that comes closer to the private events I was invited to before the aluminum cylinder era that is all too familiar, and the big ‘rallies’ now embrace.

Personally, I don’t need all those biker frills and the cost that goes with them. Give me a piece of level ground in the mountains and we’ll figure the rest out…what the fuck is a chopper prom for fucks sake? Sounds suspiciously like communism to me!

I would have never thought that being an innkeeper of sorts would be appealing but here I am for all of your camping needs…as it were. The hostel is growin’ towards accommodating vintage bikes and choppers but still remaining a pleasent stay for any other bike.

I have been pushing to have people to ride or load up your steel cylinder bikes/choppers and ride them in a setting damn near designed four iron cylinders and four speed gearboxes. You’ll spend your time climbing hills and navigating the twisties of some of the most beautiful back roads in America, with no stoplights or highways. The only time you have to put your feet down is to get fuel or go swimming.

Yes, you can trailer your bike. I can’t ask people to bring the cool bikes without taking into consideration the time that many don’t have to ride them down. You’re gonna ride it here? Fuckin’ outstanding, but if you don’t have the time we used to in a 55mph world, trailer that shit, who the fuck cares…all the good riding is down here anyway.

I don’t have anything against the big rallies and the whole ‘modern biker culture’ thing but it really doesn’t fit, both mentally and financially, with where I’m at right now. I’m old and don’t have two nickels to rub together, and I ain’t alone.

I’m a proud bum on a bike. An American Proud, green blooded hobgoblin. The king of home spun natural disaster and the luddite of Squalor Holler I’ll be your hostess with the mostess, a regular sweet potat-a, c’mon down and cop-a-squat. We’re open ’til the snow flies or warrants are served.

I’ve been keepin’ my ass busy ’round these parts. Still a one man show (even though I usually use the plural ‘we’ when talkin’ about the hostel) things progress slowly but they do progress…fire helps.

I’ve been able to keep up with the grounds keeping on the new half of the property as well as finishing cleaning the hobo camp and things are really comin’ along. When we have kickstands down at the Hostel they usually focus on that area as well as the pet cemetery by the creek, so that’s where I’ve been focusing my attention.

The typography of the area nestles it so that is warm in the morning and later a breeze that cools the area once the sun starts to set. The temperature on the grounds is usually a few degrees cooler than the surrounding areas, a few more once you’re in the shade.

The work that has been done has focused on being able to keep up with the ground keeping as fast as possible, so that I’m not spending all my time just cuttin’ the fuckin’ grass. I still need to put my time in at the studio but when I have the time, I’m enjoying changin’ things up.

I’m almost at the point where i can start makin’ improvements to the property instead of just cleanin’ up. I have plans, I just never thought I’d get to the end of that tunnel, but none the less, here we are.

“But what are your plans you fine example of masculine beauty?” I hear you say. Welp, they’re pretty vague, more of a direction than an actual ‘plan’. Plans are just another way to feed disappointment, there is no failure when you only have a direction to steer ya.

This is Luna Parc in Sandyston New Jersey. (lunaparc.com) It’s an ongoin’ art project/residence/studio of artist Ricky Boscarino. This project started in 1989 and is still ongoing. Using discarded and donated materials it is a monument to one guys ability to creat art over decades. This is the direction Chopper Hostel will take and is inteneded as creative project that will fill my remaining years.

I really have no interest in putting all my time and effort into a simple, run of the mill, family friendly, Good Sam approved campground. Campgrounds are a dime a dozen and I’m a fairly creative guy, so a long-term art project seems like a good way to ride out my remaining years, ride some bikes and have some friends over to escape the ‘clown world’ outside the gates.

I need to address the bike shop right off the bat. I thought I had it covered but the ‘big ass tent’ is a complete failure, not the tent itself but the only level ground big enough to place it is just plumb full of natural springs and if they’re not frozen its floor is akin to fuckin’ a fat chick on a waterbed but instead of a fat chick, your fuckin’ with an old motorcycle. Plus, it’s like its own ecosystem, just itchin’ to rust whatever you leave layin’ around and in record time. The bike shop is important, so I need to address that immediately.

the structure bis sound but it needs to be moved…

…wet from the springs that bubble up all summer and won’t dry because the tent prevents the sun from radiating on the damp ground underneath. It’ll have to be moved but the size will have to be reduced…I got a couple of ideas.

I’m making a limited run of prints of Trump’24 to fund construction on the Hostel. Grab a print or two and let’s keep Chopper Hostel movin’ forward. As always I appreciate your continued support. Info below.

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