Down But Not Out as MadJap and Jesus Imposter Resurrect a Mythical Chopper

There’s a unicorn, a rainbow and Jesus. To freak out the children, Jesus wields a sword, and he’s stabbing the mythical mono-horn beast. Dale Yamada of Mad Jap Kustoms prophetically dreamed the image, and wanted it airbrushed on his chopper build. When he shared his vision with Calgary artist Doug Veness the young painter suggested the unicorn should bleed Skittles. No, Yamada says, that would be going too far.

Painted a bright white, the Unicorn is an anti-image bike – Yamada’s Gabriel to everybody else’s Lucifer. But it turns out Jesus, or someone who looks an awful lot like him, did kill the Unicorn. With long unkempt hair and full beard Yamada’s bike-building friend Leo Tancreti of North Haven, Connecticut, bears a passing resemblance.

Tancreti runs Leo’s Speed Shop, and Yamada flew him to Calgary to help prepare a machine for the upcoming Born Free 4 custom bike show in Los Angeles. Out for a ride after visiting Calgary’s Mission Snow and Skate’s Hoser Machine Bike Show and Party, though, Tancreti pushed the Unicorn a little too hard and learned the bike’s limitations.

“I was more concerned about Leo than the bike,” Yamada says. “Bikes can be fixed.” Tancreti was scratched, but not seriously injured. Seeing the humour in the situation, Yamada took an iPhone snap of Tancreti standing atop the broken Unicorn. “Leo killed the Unicorn!” Yamada posted on Facebook.

Just as quickly, though, the Unicorn was resurrected. Tancreti had the bike apart, with the frame to paint and alloy polished and sissy bar tweaked and sent for chrome together with the exhaust. It could be a miracle, but the airbrushed artwork on the hand-formed gas tank suffered no damage. “It’ll be done by Tuesday,” Yamada says. Which is good, because one of his greatest joys is closing shop, kick starting the Unicorn and riding. He’ll take three or four days and travel to Montana, or west into the Rocky Mountains and B.C.’s interior.

Yamada stuffs only essentials in a backpack, and straps two 2-litre cola bottles filled with gasoline wrapped in a blanket bungee tied to the sissy bar. At 90 km to a tank, he wouldn’t otherwise have enough fuel for the Roger’s Pass.

“I ride the shit out of them,” Yamada says of his customs. “And I often end up riding by myself. I usually can’t find anybody who wants to share the same experience. Everybody wants to jump on their brand new bike, and they think they’re going for adventure. But they want to have everything planned out – where we’re going for this day, what we’re going to do, what we’re going to see. I don’t care, I just want to go. The whole point is not knowing what’s ahead, and just experiencing it as you go.

“My best rides are the ones when I have the most trouble. When I break down, or the weather’s shitty.”

Yamada likes the thought of simpler times, hippies and their easy sense of freedom. “It’s all these gay clichés,” he says. “I wasn’t around in that period, but I’d like to think it’s similar to what I do when I jump on the bike and just ride.”

Born in Nanaimo and raised in the Lower Mainland, Yamada grew up around custom Harley-Davidson motorcycles. These were machines of the 1970s, and his current builds are echoes of his youth.  Yamada was managing a brake and muffler repair shop in 1996, though, when he bought his first bike, a used Suzuki GSX-R750. “I bought a helmet and all my gear at the same time I bought the bike,” Yamada says. “I rode it out of the dealership with all of the price tags still on my stuff. I was so severely hooked. I said this is my life.”

He’d raced BMX and mountain bikes and toyed with cars and 4x4s. But motorcycles had now lit his fuse. “At the first set of lights after riding out of the dealership, a guy on a red Honda CBR900RR nodded at me and said ‘nice bike’. When the light turned green he took off and did a stand up wheelie.” Impressed, Yamada learned to pull the same stunt.

“I started learning at the next light,” he laughs. Yamada rode hard on the street, and crashed often. He admits he was out of control when a local mechanic told him to get off the street and onto a track. A 1996 Suzuki GSXR 750, headlight taped and signal lights removed, was his first race bike, which he rode in Portland, Oregon. “I remember being nervous, and I’d crashed during practice,” Yamada says of his ‘beginner’s’ race. “And my friends were there telling me to stop looking down – look ahead; that’s how green I was.” Yet, with 40 other racers, Yamada lapped the field and finished first. “I’d just pinned it and passed everything I could.”

Yamada did well as a privateer, participating in club events. In 1997 Race City Motorsport Park in Calgary lured he and his wife, Michelle, to the city. His life was working and racing, until 2004 when there was pressure to move up to the Nationals. He couldn’t make it happen, with a young family and a new hot shot trucking service to operate.

Then, in 2007, he decided to build a custom motorcycle. Although an accomplished licenced mechanic and tuner, Yamada had never constructed a one-off machine. He loosely based his first build on the choppers of his youth: Frisco tank, metal flake paint and chrome.

Just like that, he was in business, filling his garage with TIG welding equipment and milling gear. In homage to his late father who was nicknamed the Mad Jap, the moniker was chosen for Yamada’s fledgling custom chopper shop. “I’m not a welder, I’m not a machinist, and I’m not a painter, but I do most everything for myself,” he says.

More than one custom v-twin had rolled out of his garage, and deposits had been paid on at least six more when, in 2008, Yamada tangled with a car. “I remember the hit, how I flew, everything,” Yamada says. “I remember hearing the fire truck and the ambulance coming, and seeing all of the feet and people around me. And I remember seeing the damage to myself. I’d never felt pain like that before in my life.”

Yamada broke his pelvis in four places, his lower vertebrae (L 5 and 6), and there were multiple compound fractures to his left tibia and fibula. He also suffered serious internal injuries. Doctors told him he was going to lose his lower leg, but he fought to keep it. After he got home, Yamada was in a rough spot, and he was angry. He’d had to return the deposits, and the economy had tanked. Parts were in his stockpile, though, and the only thing Yamada could do was build.

Working from a wheelchair while his leg healed, Yamada crafted two customs – Funkmaster and Sweet and Sour. He relied on friends to install motors or lift heavy components, and eight months later he was finished. Upon completion, Yamada sold Sweet and Sour to Sean Senos. “That lifted my spirits, and I said, ‘OK, I can still do this’. Sean has absolutely no idea what that did for me.”

Four years later, Yamada is in constant pain but he’s got his leg. It’s a little shorter than his right, and he can’t properly shift a motorcycle – he can push down on the lever, but he can’t pull up. That’s why every scooter he builds for himself is equipped with a jockey shift.

This spring, Mad Jap Kustoms moved to a single bay in a northeast Calgary industrial park. Yamada doesn’t miss working from home, and he feels more energized in the new space, even with distractions. “People come by and hang out, and because I live, eat, sleep and breath motorcycles, they’re all welcome,” he explains. “I’ve got guys on sport bikes and bone stock cruisers stopping in.”

On the benches out back are Harley-Davidson projects. Most are customer bikes, handed over to Yamada for customization. There’s a stock Sportster on one lift. He is crafting mid-controls and installing a belt drive. “I don’t care what kind of bike I’m working on,” says Yamada, pointing to the Sportster, “but I do want someone looking at it to say ‘Where’d you get those cool mid-controls?’”

For Yamada the engine is everything when it comes to custom builds. He works around fully rebuilt Knuckleheads or Shovelheads. Recently, a customer rolled in a derelict Shovel chopper. Built in the late 1970s or early 1980s, Yamada saw no redeeming features, and says he convinced the owner to yank the motor. They’d start fresh.

There are other bikes in for repairs, ones that don’t look anything like the customs he appreciates building and riding. “In the end, who am I to judge what you ride?” Yamada says. “It’s about bikes in general. I really don’t care if it’s about building a full custom, fixing a tire or changing oil, it’s a bike.”

 

After graduating from the Journalism program at Mount Royal College in 1995, Greg Williams set out to write about powered vehicles, and more specifically motorcycles – and has been doing so ever since. This isn’t a part time gig for him. Williams has written for every major Canadian motorcycle magazine, and spent ten years with Inside Motorcycles where he penned the Western Perspectives column. He now contributes the New Old Stock column to Cycle Canada, the Pulp Non-Fiction column six times a year to the Antique Motorcycle magazine, and feature articles appear regularly in American Iron Magazine and Motorcycle Classics. His On the Road column runs weekly in the Calgary Herald Driving section and also republished Modern Motorcycle Mechanics — the motorcyclist’s bible. Greg is also the recipient of the Julie Wilkinson Motorsport Journalism Award.