3rd times a mother fucker

after the gold wing wouldn't give those last three cylinders to run and the shed blew up murdering ray rays second honda , he finally got himself a harley... the 79 ironhead will be chopped soon. get on or get out.

bad pictures of a half done tattoo... FML

lack of it

i've been super busy tattooing and workin on the chop when i can... pictures will be posted soon, of sheds on fire... americana and hatred

black n grey friday

For his aunt. we tattooed over a couple scars this cat was given during a knife fight. crazy dude, super fun to talk to

the tange

It's painted

early bird gets the werm

Did a fun little bird today, enjoy

opie came to get tattooed.... photos

more shovel pictures....

beyond the law

how fucking gay can awesomeness become in a confusing hour and some change...

Dave from baltimore..... ride'n

have you ever seen...

It's a CCR kind of day today.... vinyl of course

burn victim in a speak easy

Raymond's finger blister caused by the shed bomb

Fire shot from the mouth of a beast

fuck it

COcane

got a cool walkin' stick this morning. i think because i look like the old man neighbor shoveling snow in home alone... yeah that has got to be why

A Walk through of the scariest hour of my life.

me and raymond lived through an explosion of gas spray paint and starter fluid

The moon just went behind the clouds

H-Bomb

Me and Raymond almost died last night when a fuel line leaked out, well more spilled out and the battery somehow sparked..... blowing up my shed and all the cans of starter fluid and spray paint.... some how only burned raymonds hair off his arms and a bit of his head hair... other than that we were out home free like action heroes jumping from the second and third big explosion... good to be alive

1.2 MILLION volts.......

fuck you that's why

mae's thigh janks....... old rooster and new cover up

the start of the shovel

this was the day i put the motor in and mounted the fender..... old tank.

Sam Kinnison

LOVE

i finished up the primary side on Wednesday. Thursday i got the clutch cable,  throtle cable on, and  me and steve took our tanks to be leak tested and sealed. looks like i'll be riding just in time to be sitting in traffic on a chain driven shovel in the most humid heat Virginia can give. I can't wait.

1967, where the fuck were you?

   Steve is one of the few people i try to not let down, not in a gay way but like a grandfatherly way. Steve is sixty five, has been a biker all his life, and loves life better when he has a bike and just enough money to live. We talked horror movies and punk rock all day while we went to an old junk yard to look for model T head lamps. The coolest dude with the coolest stories. He's been shot a lot but never put down. So e-mail me if you want to buy any of his custom leather work, cool tool bags, saddle bags, hand bags, belts, seats and if you got the money a gimp suit i bet. He can do it all and if he can't he knows who can.

John is a super good friend of mine and a old school mother fucker. He rebuilds at least six or seven motors a month for people all around the east coast. he'll be happy to do anything you need or want. He hates baggers but treats them with love regardless.He let's me spend ten-twelve hours a day on my days off building my bike in his shop and cooks me pork chops and potatoes after we leave. He's the man.








John and Raymone have a love hate relationship, mainly John asking things like "hey raymone! Why do you walk like someone's been all up in you?" good times

bloody but i don't give a cunt

fuck the wing, thanks loan sharks of america

HIS AND HERS BFFs

 his and hers on besties, amanda is a nice young lady and andy is the most lovable person i have ever met in my life. fun day. tug life