faraway

across the field

the tolling on the iron bell

draws the faithful to their knees

to hear the softly spoken magic spell

toll due, bad dream, come true

I lie, dead gone, under red sky

I feel so alone

gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones

Most of my sons friends have all played "select" sports since

they were like fuckin' 1...I have heated discussions with parents

every time we hang out about that stuff. I've never directed Kellen

to any sport or activity. I wanted him to find it...to find himself.

He spends most of his time reading & drawing but over the last

3-4 months he's been workin' it out with his skateboard. I'm really

proud of his progress & determination. He's growing & finding his

own forms of self-expression. I'm super proud of him & to top it

off...he has a heart of gold.

I love you Deedle Bird!

...and I knew someday that you would fly away

for love's the greatest healer to be found..

and feed them on your dreams

the one they pick's

the one you'll know by

don't you ever ask them why

if they told you, you would die

so just look at them and sigh

and know they love you...

Joey Cano - 2009

I may not want to admit it

I'm just a fool for your stockings

I believe...

my back to the wall

a victim of laughing chance

this is for me

the essence of true romance

sharing the things we know and love

with those of my kind

libations

sensations

that stagger the mind...

when you were young and

your heart was an open book

you used to say live and let live

but if this ever changing

world in which we live in

makes you give in and cry

say live and let die...

woman, when you whisper to me

all the hurt you do me

evil woman

woman, the way you want your way

gettin' under my skin

you evil woman...

woman, when you laugh at my pain

when you step on my brain

evil woman

woman, if there were other choices

how I didn't hear the voices

cryin'...

evil woman, the devil is callin' you..

here i've been living and losing from sin

I pulled it out now, begin, begin

here I've been losing and living within

inwardly urgent and sinking again...

blue, blue windows behind the stars

yellow moon on the rise

big birds flying across the sky

throwing shadows on our eyes...

let me put love into you, babe

let me cut your cake with my knife

At 8:03 this morning I received a text from this guy...

"Is that scoot ready to start?"

When I first started working with a camera I would make

solitary trips to solitary places. I was looking for "spirit".

In the darkroom, seeing the light in relation to the objects

that it had sculpted, I found what I believed to be "spirit".

From that point I on I started looking for it in people.

To make visual record of a deeper humanity. Images like this,

for me exemplify profound unspoken truths...

the great song traveler passed through here

and he opened my eyes to the view

and I was among those who called him a prophet

and I asked him what was true

until the distance had shown how far the road remains alone

now I'm looking in my life for a truth that is my own

well, I looked into the sky for my anthem

and the words and the music came through

but words and music will never touch the beauty that I've

seen

looking into you, and that's true

unstop the day, you'll rise again

don't count the newsman to signal the end

'cause you can't trust your farthest friends

across the world, we'll take the car

you're in the room but your head' in the stars

now you can run but you can't hide who you are

Down to who knows who just to socialize

I'm waitin' for my girls, when you caught my eyes

You got your ways to make a man...

Inca silver metallic was the first color that I thought of. Chevy used it

in the 50's & Fender used it in the 60's as a custom color. I saw a pic of a

'49 "shoebox" & the color "bayview blue" appealed to me as well. Scott mentioned

"azzurro california blue", a ferrari color and Brian added "silver blue metallic",

a '58 Corvette color...

Like every other aspect of this bike, the paint, is a dance between friends.

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead

I fell down to my feet and saw they bled

I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread...

a race is on, I'm on your side

and hearing you, my engines die

I'm in a mood for you

for running away...

While the rest of them dudes were making their bread

Boy I beg your pardon I was losin' mine...

no more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue

i could not foresee this thing happening to you

if i look hard enough into the settin' sun

my love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

i see a red door and i want it painted...

1958 Silver Blue Metallic

Innocent Exile

What Happens Next

they all call her puta 'cause no one really knows her name

she works at the cantina, dancin' and a-lovin's her trade

her mama was mez'can and her daddy was the ace of spades

there are stars

in the southern sky

southward as you go

there is moonlight

and moss in the trees

down the seven bridges road...

she says wake up it's no use pretending

I'll keep stealing, breathing her

birds are leaving over autumn's ending

one of us will die inside these arms

eyes wide open, naked as we came

one will spread our ashes 'round the yard...

don't call me nigger, whitey

don't call me whitey, nigger

I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in memphis

she tried to take me upstairs for a ride

she had to heave me right across 'er shoulder

'cause I can't can't seem to drink you off my mind...

Bandit Brand

Anatomy of a '67

On Feb. 12th of this year I brought home a soul saving, one owner '67 FLH. The guy had bought the bike new in '67 & in the early 70's he chopped it. It was to stay that way, minus some small stuff, until Feb. 13th 2009

Feb. 13th 2009

The second call I made after loading up the bike was to Alex who had, some time ago, offered up a'52 wishbone frame. We worked out some logistics & the frame was on it's way. I ordered a set of 1 under Franks tubes & for the next 2 months I did a lot of begging, mooching & trading. I'm pretty sure at some point people were avoiding me & my calls....some still are.

The more I looked at the bike with the original sporty tank on it...it just wasn't right. I called Scott & asked about the tank on the Scallywag. He told me that it was a 2 year('48-'50) one piece Mustang tank. "You know who has that tank?" "Who?" "Alex...". I called Alex. After agreeing to return the tank if I sold the bike...the tank was on it' way...

My buddy Tom Suggested that his buddy Dave rebuild the motor & go through the transmission. To our amazement the motor inside was amazingly clean for how absolutely fucked it looked outside. There were however some cracks in the head around the rear valve guide on the rear head. We sent it to Phil Runser up in Superior WI. Amazing work...absolutley amazing...

74" with +.10 pistons...stock cam...not a hot rod.

Swapped out the distributor after my buddy John agreed to part with his old Morris mag & Craig hustled one of his 4" capped fenders to me....

Through most of the mock-ups I used the original square stock sissy bar. As I gained momentum Alex offered up an old round stock sissy bar that he had. These pieces all went to Brian'. Sadly I'm not a welding & fabrication champion...but Brian is.

I've absolutely done my best to use as many of the original parts from the bike that I brought home in February. For cost reasons but mainly because I felt it was already a neat bike with some cool old chopper parts. It just wasn't necessarily my thing. It's been torn down since the beginning of August....Which has been a harrowing experience but Brian is close to finishing the paint....

I talked to George, Brian & Rob about this guy Emilio who had done some work for Rob. A couple of years back I bought a pair of old h-d chaps. I thought the leather from these chaps would be killer for a seat & p-pad. I gave Emilio a seat & a p-pad along with a handful of pics. When he pulled these out of his truck I was super stoked...

The last year has been extremely humbling & this bike is the produce of those experiences, made possible through my relationships with some remarkable men. Hope you enjoy the pics...

In my eyes

Indisposed

In disguise

As no one knows

Hides the face

Lies the snake...

it's all about the company you keep

layin' in bed or takin' a piss at a friends house...hungry ghosts loom

come down off your throne

and leave your body alone

somebody must change.

you are the reason i've been waiting so long

somebody holds the key

but i'm near the end

and i just ain't got the time

and i'm wasted and i can't find my home...

...walked out this morning

don't believe what i saw

hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore

seems i'm not alone in being alone

hundred billion castaways looking for a home...

...your lips move

but I can't hear what you're saying.

when I was a child

I caught a fleeting glimpse

out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone

I can not put my finger on it now

the child is grown

the dream is gone...

well by and by, way after many years have gone

and all the war freaks die off, leavin' us alone

we'll raise our children in the peaceful way we can

it's up to you and me brother

to try and try again...

you don't need no gypsy to tell you why

you can't let one precious day slip by

look inside yourself and if you don't see what you want

maybe sometimes then you don't

but leave your mind alone and just get high...

Kirk' '47 OHV

high class slim came floatin' in

down from the county line

just gettin' right on a saturday night

ridin' with some friends of mine

they invited me to come and see

just what was on their minds

and then I took my first long look

at the master of sparks on high...

all around me are familiar faces

worn out places, worn out faces

bright and early for their daily races

going nowhere, going nowhere...

their tears are fillin' up their glasses

no expression, no expression

hide my head I want to drown my sorrow

no tomorrow, no tomorrow...

so you think you can tell heaven from hell

blue skies from pain

can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail

a smile from a veil

do you think you can tell

and did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts

hot ashes for trees

hot air for a cool breeze

cold comfort for change

and did you exchange a walk on part in the war

for a leading roll in a cage...

one of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces...

Brother Wolf

Sister Moon

embrace the wind with both arms

stop the clouds dead in the sky...

every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time

plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way

the time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say...

if I bet on humanity

I'd never cash a ticket.

Nuts to Butts - Dean & Bill on the Moon Cricket at the SOW in '06

'46 E Low Compression 61

I've always felt that we communicate far more through our eyes

than we could ever do through any feeble language...

the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced,

and lest this be taken for wry sorrow,

drown the spider in wine.

you are much more than simply dead:

i am a dish for your ashes,

i am a fist for your vanished air.

the most terrible thing about life

is finding it gone.