Chopper Hostel

Chopper Hostel is an idea based on years on the road with an old Shovelhead. What if there was a place with great local riding that you and likeminded chopper jockeys could gather and ride without all the glitz and bullshit common in today’s ‘events’.

A place to camp in the woods, sit by the fire, and ride your shit in the hills and twisties of the Appalachian Mountains. A place with maintained primitive camping, shower facilities and a shop to work your old iron.

Although not limited to old motorcycles, choppers and bikes with iron cylinders are encouraged. Why, this isn’t poser riding. This is chugging through the mountains, scraping around hairpins and stopping along the way to smoke a joint and enjoying the view. No stoplights to rev your motors at and riding that will challenge your ability to navigate a hairpin, not riding 4 miles to your local gin joint.

Where it started

Starting as a supervisor’s house in a mining camp in Fayette County some 100 years ago the property eventually fell victim to the opioid crisis that ripped through Appalachia like a plague. This caused the camp to fall into the hands of pill heads and tweekers eventually destroying the house and covering the property with trash, junk and al the worst things imaginable.

Looking for a place to call home and use as an art studio for my oil painting endeavors, I noticed the property for sale on Facebook Marketplace. The price was less than the cost of a titled Shovelhead and its condition made me question its actual worth.

There was a year’s worth of work just to clear the property and the house was stripped of anything they could sell. It was a shell of a house loaded with the worst kinds of garbage and rotting timbers. It could be done but I was probably the only guy stupid enough to attempt it, so I countered with 2k less than the sale price to the deed holder. In desperation they accepted and were never heard from again.