About Kyle Shorey & Shade Tree Fabrications
Kyle Shorey was born In Roseburg, oregon. A small town where opening day of huntin' season was considered a holiday, and if your shop wasn't bigger than your house you just weren;t livin' right! Dirtbikes were the first machines I got my hands on and spent every weekend with my buddies tearin through the hills behind my house. Then around my fourteenth birthday my brother brought home a volkswagen Bug that I helped him rip apart and rebuild! I was hooked! Every dime I made picking up trash for my uncle and driving steel stakes for my dad I spent on whatever car I was building at the time. Four wheel drives were next! That's when the real cut and choppin' began! Some of my Buddies would spend there spare time Drinkin and smokin'. I couldn't afford that stuff "I had Tire to Buy for my scout" By the time I was 21 I was entrenched in the local Fwd scene and spent just about every weekend I wasn't pouring concrete for my old man in the woods tryin' "and most of the time succeeding" to break axles.
That year I got my first Ironhead! An 81 model that was slightly modified. The first time I rode it I thought "I will own one of these for the rest of my life" I quickly found that my bike was not near long enough or low enough! So since Dad said I could only have one project torn apart in his fleet shop and my suburban had been there for close to a year, I did what any red blooded motorcycle enthusiast would do! I tore it apart in my Kitchen! I cut and raked and stretched as much as I thought prudent on a low budget and found the local bike shop that suited my needs to work the motor.
Little did I know when I walked into "Fast Eddies Dixonville Cycle and Laid eyes on his 47' bobber that I would one day be building bikes that even he would be amazed at! I also Did not realize Fast eddie would become my mentor and one of my closest friends! A few years later I moved away from Oregon but my passion for bikes never faltered. They were in my blood! It wasn't until I moved to Dallas that I decided to make a career out of bikes. "Damnit ruined a perfectly good hobby!" I walked into Strokers Dallas about six months after arriving here and knew it was the place I needed to get my start! Rick was on the fast track to stardom in the bike industry and his coattails were long! Rick looked at my resume and quickly round filed it! But I wasn't deterred I had decided I was going to work there! So I went home and found a beat up old superglide tank and cut the hell out of it! I took pictures as I went and when I was finished had a pretty good looking
stretch tank with inset sides. I had been working at a body shop since I moved and had been reworking cars "the shadetree way" since I was young, so I bodyworked the whole tank out And primed it! It didn't have a petcock or crossovers and probably leaked like the titanic, but it would do the job! I went back to Strokers, laid the tank on Rick's desk and requested he take another look at my resume! He promptly gave me the job! Over the next 9 month's at strokers Rick and I became friends and together with his pocketbook and scully's knowledge we built some decent customs and a discovery bike! I decided 12 bucks an hour was slightly less than i was willing to work for and Parted ways with Strokers Dallas. I had gained a following for my design and workmanship while at stroker's and had a few jobs lined up. Then My friend Gary Queen of OSC gave me some space in his shop. He said" No one's gonna take you seriously working in your garage!"
A few Bike's later I opened Shadetree Fabrications! I planned to just build Tanks and bars and some parts but the demand for old style bikes and my passion for them snowballed into what is now one of the premier custom bike shops in the Dallas area. I will build new bikes to pay the bills, but old Iron is where my heart lies. That is why the most unique bikes you see on this site are pans and shovels! These motors speak to me! They grab ahold of my guts and say "Shape something truly classic around me" So I do. If for no other reason than to turn that ulcerous feeling that a part of motorcycle history might spend the rest of its life sitting on a shelf, into a living, breathing Screaming banshee of style and rebellion!
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