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4 Reasons Why You Need A V8 Trike

V8 Choppers — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 20:23:33 +0000

I know it may have been a while since you went to school, especially if your in the market for a trike. But one more chalkboard lesson won’t hurt. Be sure to get out your pencil and notepad out and take some notes on why you need a V8 Trike from V8 Choppers.

1. Your wife (or girlfriend) will thank you:

Fellas, at one point we’ve all heard our girlfriends, wives, or any woman who has set on the back of our motorcycles say, “I don’t have enough room” , or “it’s not comfortable enough”, etc.. Well now you can fix that. With our trikes, each rider is offered enough leg room and seat room for short weekend trips or extended trips that can last all week. We even offer passenger grab bars that can be affixed to the trike to offer added stability for the passenger, just in case you happen to find yourself on some twisted roads.

We also know that when it comes to women, they like to look good no matter what the occasion. In order for that to happen, it usually means they will bring at least 5 sets of clothes to change into. And that’s all got to go somewhere. With our Touring Trike you get 10 cubic feet of storage space! Plenty of room for all your clothes, helmets, and anything else you may need.

2. Customer service is second to none

Customer service isn’t something we take lightly at V8 Choppers. Although this may sound cliched, not many companies actually back up the elaborate promises with the necessary actions. Here at V8 Choppers, we’ve done almost everything imaginable to make our customers satisfied.

“This is a COMPLAINT! V8 Choppers has forever ruined me. I’ll never again be able to own another brand of motorcycle. I have been riding v8 bikes since 1998. My last two v8 products have been a V8 Chopper and now, a V8 Chopper Touring Trike. I can sum up the reasons I own a V8 Chopper in a few short words.

The best looking V8 Bikes on the planet

After sale support comparable to none

My ego

Did I mention fast”

-Neil

3. It’s the only trike to make you feel young again

Don’t take our word for it though.

“Its like I tell my buddies, my chopper trike makes me feel like I’m 18 again.” -Ron

“I own a motorcycle and a V8 Chopper trike. I love both of them, but guess which one I ride 90% of the time? The trike! Ride one and you will understand why! Guess which one gathers the most attention at rallies? The trike! BTW, I am approaching 72 and loving it.” – Harold

4. It will outrun 99.9% of all bikes on the street

We might not be able to prove this, but we don’t mind trying! With a wide array of motor options you can bet that you will leave several people second guessing whether they want to pull up next to you at the light. 875, the amount of horsepower you could have on your trike. We know that this may be extreme, but hey, why not? If you are looking for something not quite as radical, you can slip into a base model that has 300hp. Still enough hp to outrun most other trikes and smooth enough to make you forget it’s a V8.

My First Chopper (Part 1)

V8 Choppers — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 17:27:16 +0000

That summer my family and I spent in Oregon stands to be one of the best summers of my childhood. A repeating lesson that seems true to life is; as high as the highs are, the lows surely follow. As it turned out my mother’s health had taken a turn for the worst. Though the precious time spent with her had been the best time of my life, it all came to a halt one fall day when mom passed. All that’s left is the memories shared and the feelings that you store away in your heart. Most of you reading this story can relate to the passing of a loved one; those of you who can’t, if you live long enough, you will unfortunately experience the same feelings. I chose to include this part of my life in the story because of the profound impact of losing her had on my life. In a way I believe that it pushed me to hold on closer to the people and things I loved…motorcycles being one of them.

I would sometimes get a glimpse of a buddy’s magazine at school of bikes and I was always able to see the ‘hottest’ bikes available. But every day after school it was chores, hunt, fish, and ride. (Not always in that order) It was about this time that no matter what I was doing, I found myself thinking about GIRLS! I just couldn’t get them out of my head. You guys know what I mean. I held on to everything I knew for a couple more years, but after that, I finally quit hunting and fishing. But the bikes and girls stuck around!

I remember having several different bikes after the SL 100. But the one that stands out the most is the Honda CB 350 that my cousin’s husband had. This particular bike had twisted steel chrome rods in place of the rear shocks, a king and queen seat, tall chrome twisted steel backrest, highway pegs, and extended forks that seemed to extend all the way across the county! Just looking at it was enough to get my mind a racing. I think I made about three trips over to see it before I finally decided I needed it and struck a deal. There are some things a guy just knows and he knows it to the point he doesn’t need to ask anybody. This is one of those things I just knew. Much like how your folks don’t tell you the whole story about girls.

I loved this bike and I wasn’t going to walk away again without it. There were two things I knew: #1. I wasn’t going to rest until this bike was mine and #2. Once I did have it, I would be the coolest! That ole’ Honda found its place at my home and turned out to be my first chopper. From then on it was just me and my chopper, and I was on top of the world. In no time I was the envy of all my friends at school and life was just good. In fact, life was very good. . There were a few older guys who were cooler than me at school, but nobody felt cooler than me. I loved the way the straight pipes sounded as I would wind the motor up through the gears every time I took off. I was 15 and that was 34 years ago. When I hear people say that choppers are on the decline, I laugh, because as long as there are people who like cool motorcycles there will always be choppers!

Anyway, I’m having a great time on this bike up until the point where the local cops pull me over. I guess I looked too short to be riding such a big bike. Upon closer inspection of my driver’s license, the cops discovered that I was only valid to ride a bike that was 125cc or smaller until I turned 16. DANG! Once my dad was informed with this info, it was time to sell the bike. It wasn’t long before I had another bike. I had to settle for a CB125. Not as cool as my first chopper, but legal. I hadn’t had a bike for some time and I really needed another bike, so you take what you can get. There used to be a Chevrolet dealer in a little town called Seneca. Turns out, our local Chevy dealer, Johnny had this bike as a trade- in and everybody that knew Johnny, knew he loved horses. I stopped by one day after school and Johnny and I worked out a trade: my horse for his bike. I RIDE AGAIN! The 125 didn’t keep me from being stopped by the local law, but it wouldn’t go fast enough to get me in trouble. To get into trouble with this bike I had to either do donuts on the high school sidewalk, or be seen riding down the football field after school. You do what you gotta do.

My buddy Kyle ended up with a bike just like mine and together, we made a few stories. Kyle and I have been best friends since kindergarten; guess I’m better at keeping friends than bikes. Kyle lives just down the road from me today. He was the best man at my wedding, and I his. He will tell you some of the best times we ever had was riding bikes. I have a few really great friends, but Kyle however, is the only one I rode with, went to school with, chased girls with, went to church with, outrun the law with, and went to jail with! But that’s another story. I will get to that later.

Staring Down the Law

V8 Choppers — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 20:44:40 +0000

By the time that I had turned 14 I had finally outgrown my little yellow bike and it was time to step up to a larger bike. And it was just my luck that in the great state of Oklahoma you could get your driver’s license at the young age of 14! (As long is it was 125cc or less) All you had to do was complete a written test and a driving test just like you would for your car. So I was ready for a bike that was worthy to be on the highways and would take me and my curiosity far beyond the ol’ back roads that I had come to know so well.

During the past 6 years I had plenty of scrapes with my old bike. I had worn the chrome off the rims from breaking down the tube type tires with rusty screwdrivers so I could patch it up and get back on the road. I had a lot of memories with that bike so it was tough to set it aside for a newer and bigger model, but the call of the open road was much stronger than my desire to ride a bike under powered and too small.

The first day after I turned 14 and it was possible to take the test, I was in the exam room with pencil ready. Looking back, I had never been more serious about a test expect for when I took my insurance license test, but that was 11 years down the road. I passed both the written and driving tests with flying colors, which if you remember from my past stories; I didn’t always do so well on tests. In those days the exam officer would give you a temporary certificate once you passed. You then had to take the certificate to the tag office where they would convert that to an actual license.

On that particular day I was running short on time. My precious mother had been diagnosed with cancer not too far before then and the family decided to spend the summer in Oregon near the west coast in a little mountain town called Mt. Hood. If I didn’t get my license on that day I wouldn’t have a chance to get it for another two months. So within the time constraints of having to get packed and ready for the trip and get my license, I didn’t make it to the tag office in time. (Oh well, at least I have my certificate!)

Side Note: Most everybody knows I was born in OK. But not long after I was born, my family moved to Oregon where my dad worked as a logger. We lived there until I was 4 when we moved back to OK and that’s when my Dad bought the dairy farm I grew up on. My oldest of three sisters turned 15 the same year we moved to Oregon. It turns out she had fallen in love with her boyfriend. This young man (Gordon) followed us to Oklahoma and married my sister with the promise to my parents that he would live in OK. But before the ink could dry on the marriage license, my sis and Gordon caught a train back to Oregon. (If you like my stories, you should here some of my sisters!)

So upon the request of my mother, we were to spend the summer in Oregon with my oldest sister right after I had turned 14. My dad sold his herd of milk cows, quit his job in town, and bought a travel trailer. We loaded up my SL 100cc Honda Enduro in the bed of the truck and west we went with my certificate stuffed away in my wallet. Once we arrived I took off ‘legally’ on the roads anxious to see what I would find. I road EVERYWHERE I could. It wasn’t hard to make friends, all I had to do was show them that I was legal to ride on the roads even though I was only 14 and they thought that was the coolest. I got a job changing sprinklers for a local orchard farmer. It usually took me about three hours a day which left me LOTS of times to explore the great North West.

My Uncle John and Aunt Hazel lived in Oregon and John had a 1946 Harley Davidson. They would show up sometimes to the trailer and I always remembered how cool his HD 74CI bike was with the foot clutch and shifter on the side of the tank. I think that my mom convinced my dad to buy a motorcycle for himself so that he and I could go riding together. One Saturday morning Dad and I rode that 250cc 2 stroke bike 250 miles over into Washington State to see his brother Bill. We rode two-up 500 miles in one day. I loved every mile.

Two days before we left Oregon to come home that summer, I was riding through a neighboring town, Hood River. There I was minding my own business riding my bike when a highway patrol car pulled me over. He stated his reason for pulling me over was that I looked too young to be riding on the road. No problem I thought, I have a certificate! I pulled that little piece of paper from my wallet and handed it to him. He gave me an odd look and told me that this certificate might work in Oklahoma, but that it wouldn’t fly here. He was nice enough to allow me to ride my bike back to our place. But he warned me that he better not catch me on the road again. Since I was leaving in two days to head back to OK, I thought to myself, ‘what’s the chance of running into him again?’

The very next day I was headed over to meet Brian, a friend of mine, at the state park where we were going to have a church picnic. I by accident went to the wrong park. As I was looking for the correct park I saw a Highway Patrol car on the side of the road. He had another car pulled over heading the same direction as I was. The second I saw that HP car my heart sank as the conversation from yesterday played through my mind. As I approached the car the officer stepped into the road to waive me down. As I swung wide to avoid him, our eyes locked and…oh boy…it was the same cop from yesterday! I wasn’t about to lose my license or my bike! I pinned the throttle wide open and away I went. I can guarantee you my heart was pumping faster than the single piston inside my bikes motor.

The road I was on went straight for about a mile before I had to make a quick turn off the state highway and though the country store parking lot that was positioned on the corner. Back to straight road for half a mile and then a sharp 90 degree corner. I almost made it through the corner with bike pitched sideways before the excitement of the moment overcame my riding skills. I went off the turn, into the ditch, and went face first into the 20’ dirt bank. (Daaaang) The crash left me with a busted face shield and plenty of bruises. As I gathered my thoughts I noticed that both shoes had been blown off in the wreck! I quickly gathered those back up, picked up my bike, kick-started it like a wild man and took off back down the road. Another mile down the road was Rusty’s house. (Another friend of mine) I made it there just in time to pull my bike around the back side of the house and watch the HP car go driving by.

When I was for sure that the cop was gone, I got back on my bike and drove it straight back to the trailer where we were staying. ‘My work here is done’ I thought…..at least for that summer. Ironically enough this proved to be not the only time I ran from the law. It’s not that I was a rebel; I just wanted to ride my bike! And if that made me a rebel…then so be it. But in my defense the officer did say “don’t let me catch you on the road again.” So I made sure he didn’t catch me.

Happy Riding,

Stan Hughes

Top 5 Motorcycle Roads in Oklahoma

Roadside Amenities

Access can be at Talihina, OK on the west end or Mena, AR on the east end. Both of these towns offer lodging and restaurants. Along the way you will find several vistas and picnic grounds at Old Military Road and Horsethief Springs. You may also want to stop by the Kerr Nature Center which has trails and exhibits that focus on the region’s native flora and fauna. The highlight stop along the way is the Queen Wilhelmina State Park and Lodge sitting high atop Rich Mountain. The park includes a lodge with 38 rooms, restaurant, gift shop, and campsites. The park and lodge are located near the east end of the drive just a few miles from Mena.Talihima State Park is also in the area for you to enjoy.

Motorcycle Vs. Horse

V8 Choppers — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 20:30:38 +0000

On the Dirt Roads

In 1970 there were no cell phones, no computers, and no online internet. But here in Ottawa County we had something much better. It was a very well laid out and fully operational network of dirt roads that connected people to each other. This network of roads was woven through the hills in Oklahoma’s most north eastern county and is considered the gateway to the Ozarks. Characterized by trees that overhung the road forming tunnels and creeks with low water bridges. We had occasional thunderstorm that would cause streams to rise high enough to block the roads and separate us, from the rest of the world. (Which was awesome when the school bus couldn’t get through) And better yet not once did I ever see a cop car or a posted speed limit sign.

I felt it was my duty (as a motorcycle rider) to explore every mile of those back roads. Back then it was different than riding today. It used to be important to stop and talk to everyone who was standing outside in their yard or working in their fields. If you didn’t recognize them from church you would simply pull up and introduce yourself.

I remember thinking I was in heaven when I had free time and a tank of gas. When I wasn’t riding my bike I was talking about riding it, whether at church, on the bus, or at school. I laugh now but then, 45 mph was fast to me. My horse couldn’t go that fast and nether could my dog, and they could both out run me on foot. I remember thinking how cool it was to swing my leg over my bike, kick start it to life and roar away. (When it would start) It was nothing like chasing my horse down and being out of breath before I even got the saddle strapped on. Don’t get me wrong, I liked my animals, but I LOVED my bike! Anyone that knew me knew I loved my bike and loved riding.

I remember telling one of my friends, Bobby, about my bike when I saw him at church. I told his brother, Theron, too but they weren’t as impressed as I was. One day I’m telling Bobby just how fast my bike is because I of course liked talking about it and mostly because I was sick and tired of hearing him talk about his horse.

Bobby had this horse named Babe, and according to him it was the greatest horse that ever lived. I knew better because I owned the greatest horse that ever lived. (If you’ve ever owned a horse you know what I’m talking about) ‘But hey I’m into bikes now and I didn’t have time to debate who had the better horse.’ Anyway, turns out that Bobby is really serious about how great his horse is. So I’m gonna show him just how fast my 60cc Yamaha truly was. It’s not easy to prove things when you’re 9 or 10 years old. For one, it’s hard to get together when you’re not at church or school. But, we had the internet of dirt roads. And it just so happens that the dirt road that ran in front of my house, also ran right in front of Bobby’s house! So as you would suspect, one Saturday after we spent weeks of mouthing, I found myself lined up in Bobby’s pasture right next to Babe. You have to understand, Bobby was 2 years my senior. He was a foot taller and a whole lot smarter than me. (Not much has changed)

So I’m fixing to show this older guy a thing or two and it’s gonna feel good!! Since I had been riding horses from the time I got out of diapers, I knew there was no way this horse could outrun my bike. If there was ever one thing that I was 100% sure about, it was that I was going to win this race. I’m lined up next to Bobby and Babe one minute about to get a leg up on my manhood, and the next I’m eating dirt from that horse! The funny thing is that dirt tasted an awful lot like crow, which I’ve tasted many times since. My bike spun the tire and just went side to side. By the time I was able to get anything resembling traction, the race was over and I was left a broken hearted boy.

Three things I learned that day,

1. In short races like drag racing, the hole shot is everything.

2. If you’re gonna mouth off, do it after you win.

3. If you race and lose, deal with it, you can’t win every time!

In the long run I believe it’s better to have raced and lost than to have never raced at all! You win some and you lose some, ABR. (always be racing)

So lets hear it. I know you all have stories of your first big race. Maybe yours turned out better than mine!

And So It Begins…

V8 Choppers — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 20:48:23 +0000

Hey all, my name is Stan Hughes and I have been enjoying motorcycles from the tender age of 8 years old. I have tons of stories and memories in my mind that I have kept for 45+ years and I figured it’s time to get them down on paper. (Well as close to paper as possible) So, I’m going to begin sharing these stories with you to help explain my passion that has fueled my drive to produce, what I believe to be one of the coolest motorcycles of our times: V8 Choppers! Kick back and enjoy these stories and if you feel compelled to comment on any of them, feel free to do so in the comments section. As much as this is about me and my stories, it also should be about you and your stories and experiences, so I welcome feedback and comments.

One Bright Sunday

Growing up in Wyandotte, OK, a small town located within the Bible Belt, it was common occurrence to attend church each and every Sunday. This Sunday started off like any other typical Sunday; wake up early, scarf some breakfast, tidy up the clothes and head out the door. But the day was already starting to appear differently. This time after church we had planned to go visit my cousin Stoney. It was a welcomed break from the normal routine. So all though church service I set anxiously awaiting the closing prayer, followed by the routine handshakes as you make your way out the door to the front of the church. Now, I liked my cousin Stoney and had always looked up to him since I could remember, but I will never forget how much cooler Stoney became when we pulled up to their house on that bright Sunday afternoon and Stoney had a motorcycle parked in his front yard!

But the day kept getting better; Stoney taught me how to ride! I’ll never forget the bike, it was a 1970 red & white Yamaha 60 Mini Enduro. ( A lot like the one in the picture) Once he showed me how to ease out on the clutch, give it a little gas, and shift through the gears, I was in complete awe. That one experience completely changed my life. But not how most people use that phrase now; (a spider landed on my shoulder… and it has completely changed my life), but in a way that nearly every move I made after that day has in some way been connected to motorcycles. So alas, not a day went by after that that I didn’t mention to my dad just how much I wanted a bike like Stoney’s.

Growing up on a dairy farm in rural Oklahoma was great for several reasons but one in particular was; when you were poor, you didn’t really know it, because everyone around you was in the exact same boat. But my parents always seemed to have enough money to pay me for the chores I did around the farm. Some of the chores included: Cleaning the milk barn (never ending), feeding baby calves (they kicked hard), brining in the milk cows for milking (they kicked harder), cutting holes in the ice on ponds in the winter (painfully cold), and putting hay in the barn for storage. (painfully hot) So by telling my dad that I would do anything just to have a motorcycle, I was figuring it couldn’t get much worse than what I was already doing. So naturally, like any other 8 year old, I decided to bargain, but the only thing I had to bargain with was my allowance. But I didn’t care, I didn’t need money, what I needed was a motorcycle.

Once I convinced him how ‘vitally important’ it was for me to have a motorcycle (no easy task) the day finally came, and even before I was 9 years old! What a cool mom and dad! Just as all of us will never forget how we felt when we rode our first bike, we’ll never forget that feeling of ‘getting’ your first bike.

One evening while I was cleaning the barn after school I saw a black and yellow Yamaha come riding up the lane to the milk barn. My Uncle Carl, who worked construction with my dad, was ridding it. Uncle Carl told me it was a new one he bought for Stoney. I thought, ‘NO WAY, this is my bike, where’s dad, I’ve gotta get this sorted out, Stoney already has a bike!’ Right before panic mode set in I saw dad driving in from work coming up the lane in his old Chevy pickup. I remember I could just make out this little grin on his face and I knew beyond a doubt, this was my bike. After a couple minutes of these two grown men pulling my leg, they finally relinquished control of that bike to me. WOW!!!! I still remember the way the handlebars felt in my hands. I kicked it to life, plunked it into gear and roared off down the lane. It was the best feeling in the world, complete freedom. When I finally had to park it and go inside the house that evening, I remember parking it in the yard outside my bedroom window. Then (when I was supposed to be asleep) I would look outside and dream of all the possible places I would go, what I would see, and how cool it really was to have this bike.

When summer arrived, as soon as my chores were finished I was on my bike. As the new wore off, there were days I spent more time trying to get it started than I spent riding it. I learned how to maintain it, fix it and patch my own flats. I even learned how to cypher gas out of my mom’s car with a short garden hose. (Remember, I traded my allowance) There are so many childhood stories that revolve around this little motorcycle, and even as I write this my mind floods with thoughts of riding down the Ciuga dirt road I grew up on. Any neighbor for miles around knew that when they saw a little yellow and black bike with its ears pinned back being followed by a dust cloud, it was just me going to the swimming holes, church socials, and fishing holes. Nowadays, people would probably freak out seeing a kid riding down the road with a shotgun lying across the handlebars of his bike. But I assure you, it was a common sight in my little part of the world!

I will revisit stories about the little yellow bike from time to time, as it represents 6 wonderful years of my childhood. But enough for now, just wanted everyone to know how the passion started. I’m often asked the question, “How did you come up with the idea of the V8 Chopper?” It’s not that I’m at a loss for words when I try to answer this question, but it just takes explaining my life to explain the answer.

I hope the people who own a V8 Chopper, wether it either a bike or trike can relate to parking it in their garage and just looking at it thinking how cool it is. I hope at least for some it will restore a bit of youthfulness in their soul as it does mine. Those of you who know me well know that it doesn’t matter if the glass is half full or half empty; somebody needs to summon the waiter!

If you have similar stores please share them with us in the comments section below. I would love to hear your stories!

V8 Trikes and Bikes at Daytona Bike Week 2012

V8 Choppers — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 17:05:21 +0000

With only 6 weeks to go until Daytona Bike Week 2012. We are full speed ahead! We know that we always have a full year to prepare for Daytona Bike Week, but since we attend at least 4 other major shows ( 7 major shows for 2012) there is actually very little time to prepare for each individual show. Couple the above with the fact that we are coming out of our Winter season where we’re finishing up all customer orders and at the same time trying to produce units of our own to sell. But alas, we’ve done it before and we’ll do it again.

Daytona Bike Week marks the kick off to our year. It usually forecasts how the rest of our season will go. And if it’s anything like last year, we are in for a wild ride. Last year we had on display our brand new 2-speed automatic transmission, which we announced would accompany a newly designed cruiser bike complete with a full suspension. This year it seems that the buzz created last year will be justified sometime this year. I can’t give you any more details or pictures of the product, ( for that you will have to wait).

All of us here at the shop are looking forward to getting out and enjoying some good Florida sunshine. While we don’t get to spend a lot of time out and about during the show, we do enjoy seeing all the people that stop by out booth. Many times people are seeing us for the first time and completely flip out when we fire up one of our 400ci or 427ci motors. It’s interesting to note that most people have become complacent to the sounds of v-twin motors. You start a v-twin at Daytona Bike Week and hardly none will turn their heads to see what it is, but you start up our V8 Motorcycles and V8 Trikes by V8 Choppers and people knock others down to see what is making that noise. As soon as ears have found the source of sound, their eyes lock onto the bikes and stare in amazement that the sound is coming from a chopper! It would make a good video to record the surprise on people’s faces as you start one up for the first time. Maybe that’s what we will do this year if it ever gets slow in the booth.

V8 Trike Drifting | Possible?

V8 Choppers — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 22:28:34 +0000

Just over 7 million people have watched the latest video produced by Icon, a leader in protective gear for riding enthusiasts. That’s a big number, but even bigger if you consider that the video was uploaded on YouTube about a week ago.

It’s easy to see why so many people have flocked to this video. High speeds, tire smoke, and a cop car labeled “To Protect and Swerve”. Pair up those three mentioned items with extreme roads in Oregon and you have an amazing backdrop for an all guts, high octane movie. Watching this video a couple of times through has really got us thinking. How much fun would something like this be if it were done on one of our trikes?

The duo in the video are on a couple of Triumph Speedsters modified for drifting. But what about a couple of V8 Choppers Hot Rod trikes? We of course think it would have to be our V8 trikes for the simple fact that we have a wide stance and just about as much horse power as the drifting Mustang. There’s no telling how many motorcycles that, Nick Brocha and Ernie Vigil have dumped in their lifetime. But there has got to be a learning curve. Question is, can we afford a learning curve of roughly $55,000 per trike? Pitching a trike sideways only to have it end up on its top after one ‘video shoot’ might not be the best option.

But just how insane would it be to see your favorite trikes wide open in a full fledged drift with smoke just boiling out the fender wells. I think this concept might need to be something that we look into, could be a blast!

Happy Riding,

Cody H

V8 Trikes | Leading the Way

V8 Choppers — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 16:00:42 +0000

We have all heard and seen the statistics when it comes to the Baby Boomer Generation getting older. We know that those of them that ride motorcycles want to continue to do so, but unfortunately, physically stabilizing a motorcycle has become increasingly more difficult. Of course an easy solution to the problem is to migrate over to trikes, but it’s understandable that many are hesitant to do so for an array of reasons. But V8 Choppers is here to make moving over to a v8 trike the best experience possible.

When was the last time you set down on a motorcycle (or trike) and actually got butterflies just thinking about twisting the throttle wide open? If you can’t recall, it only takes one ride on our trikes to get that feeling. Most trikes nowadays lack that special ‘punch’ that makes the rider feel as though they are truly riding something unique. And of we are being honest, until we started building trikes we didn’t much like them either. But what if you could change your perception?

What if you could do this on a trike?

What if on the freeway you could cruise at any speed and always have the power needed on command? What if when you set down on your trike it took you back to a simpler time, when you were 18, dragging main? How about a trike that when you stop to fill-up it takes twice as long because you have to answer questions from a line of people. When was the last time someone rolled down their window and yelled “Hey…Nice Trike!”? Remember when being different was cool? We do. And so does every one of our customers. Ask any customer what they love most about their trike and you will most general get the response, “It makes me feel young again.” And with the social age we live in where there are miracle creams for anti-aging, and pills on the shelf to get rid of those pesky wrinkles, we still prefer to skip all of those and head straight for the driver’s seat. Sometimes, the simplest things can solve the most complex problems.

Happy riding!

V8 Touring Trikes | Living Bold

V8 Choppers — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 15:30:20 +0000

One of our favorite trikes happened to make its way back into our shop. We couldn’t pass up the opportunity to snag some photos and talk a little about the options that the customer upgraded to.

Surround Sound

Music makes the world go ’round. So what’s better than taking it with you on your trike? We typically use the brand Cycle Sounds for our front and rear speakers on our trikes. They offer a clean design mount so it doesn’t take away from aesthetics of the handlebars and front end set up. Plus, the mounts are chrome and attach easily to the passenger grab bars on the rear of the trike. These speakers also pack a loud punch. Even with our loud motors and wind noise, we never have any problems with hearing the music. The 4-speaker set up is one of the best ways to travel on the touring trike.

Luggage Rack

The newly designed luggage rack for the trunk. Our trunk offers nearly 10 cubic foot of trunk space, and sometimes that’s still not enough space. So the customer decided to attach the chrome rack to the top of the trunk lid. It’s made from aluminum so it’s light weight in nature and has been finished off with a nice ‘show chrome’ finish. We also added our little touch in the middle. It looks good whether you have a bag on it or not.

Airbreathers

Although this part isn’t new on the market. We just can’t help but comment on them when we can. Made from all aluminum the breathers accentuate the trikes better than anything else. The contours follow the tank lines and the ‘show chrome’ fits well setting atop the V8 Chopper engraved valve covers.(Those are an add-on too) When you see options like this on our products, you know that the customer spared no expense on making their trikes and bikes stand out.

These are of course just a few of the options that the customer chose to upgrade to. Be sure and check out the other photos below to see the V8 Trikes up close.