Mako Tattoo

Update

So most of you are aware by now that Im at Fortune Tattoo and things are going splendidly.

Tons of cool projects, and more on the way.

Not to mention just a good solid work space with really great people.

My schedule is allowing me to take on some more art projects so I'll be building a gallery here soon and as time allows.

It's been a long time since I've had the headspace to push artistically so thats damn skippy.

Feels good to be back to tattooing fully gnar sessions on people again and really absorbing back into the tattoo matrix.

Most of my free time has been hanging with the Fam, road tripping and other bike related stuff.

Been getting in a shit-ton of great riding this spring and summer.

Already Im near my total milage that I was at the end of last December so that feels pretty rad.

The intensity of the rides is gnarlier, harder and further than I have been able to do in more than 5 years so Im really pushing hard to have a stronger season next year.

Have had quite a few fun repair, build, tune and wheel projects going on as well.

I've been cleaning up the site a bit and doing some housecleaning so you'll find some new stuff and some old stuff thats now hanging out in different galleries.

Im a bit out of time tonight do to slow upload time of images but I'll be joining you back here soon with more detail.

In the mean time, I've gotta prep for Saturdays gnarly hill climb of death up on the mountain.

Gonna go something like this though....

4.5 miles of uphill grade on the road, then I switch to 4.5 of steeper climbs on double track forest service road to the intersection.

From there its 5 miles, mostly very steep technical single track climbing with a nice short decent back to another section of road.

Once at the intersection, its a 3 - 4 mile grind up to the single track decent.

Back at the forest road I'll have an 8 mile ride back to the highway, and then another 2.5 to the truck.

Where ever you are this weekend, don't cheap out.

Make the most of what your getting and have a fucking great time most of all !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Full Contact Grocery Shopping

 

For most, shopping is a pretty calm experience.

Get some groceries.

Coffee. 

Chat up the counter person etc. 

For me, its a safari.

Thats right. 

Life on the urban Serengeti.

As soon as I pull up to the curb,  I'm looking for the most efficient way to the front door and make my move.

If your walking too slow, I will breathe down your neck if you don't get immediately off my line.

Use up the entire sidewalk will get you a fucking elbow to the kidney's.

Begging for change?

All you will get from me is a job application hanging from the public bulletin board.

Just getting to the door requires a certain finesse.

Or in my case, a lack of it….

 

I can see it ahead and I know Im almost in.

Almost.

Standing right in the entry, next to the baskets, are always some herd of sheep.

Sipping their lattes, talking about the beer they just bought and how great the sex was with some random stranger.

These are the ones I like best.

I aim right for them.

They see me coming but freeze.

Unsure of the carnage thats about to unfold.

The sheep are caught in the headlights of certain destruction.

Beer his the ground with a crash.

Bottles roll across the floor like fallen bowling pins.

Lattes go flying.

Organic tofu decorates them like christmas trees.

The air has been forced from their lungs by a strategically placed shoulder to the gut.

I need my basket.

 

Just as I get free, I see mom. 

On the phone with her kid in one of those stupid shopping carts shaped like a race car.

She's just yapping away, right where I'm building momentum.

Junior goes for a ride.

Sorry kid.

 

First stop, vegetable isle.

I mean really, what in the hell does someone need to inspect every goddamn nectarine for?

Grab it and go already!

Fortunately for them, I'm not in nectarine mode today.

Im into grapefruit which are suspiciously left to their own most of the time as if to say

" yeah, we are all awesome, no need to squeeze us all until we turn into a container of pulp " . 

 

The carrots though, what's with that.

It must be their brilliant orange color.

I dive for the display.

Conversations interrupted.

Disgust.

Mayhem.

Text messaging gone horribly wrong.

I beat my way through the rest of the veggies giving everyone a good whack with my basket.

 

The canned food isles are an interesting observation in human behavior.

Leave that fucking shopping cart in the middle of my aisle, its going to disappear.

I love it when couples stand exactly one foot away from the shelves.

Discussing.

Contemplating.

Pickled beets or fancy?

Small olives or extra jumbo?

Plain or spicy okra?

WHAM!

Basket to the back of the knees.

Headbutt to the spine.

Oops.

Im after the butternut squash and palm hearts.

 

Bulk items.

This should be really easy to figure out.

You have a bin 'o' stuff with a big scoop.  

Or even better, the overhead gravity feed dispensers.

I see the hippie guy trying to meter the sunflower seeds from the overheads.

This almost makes me sad.

These things are only like $1 a pound and this guy is worried about a few too many .

Really?

I grab the lever.

Immediately the bag fills with seeds.

Now it's mine.

I leave him trembling with empty hands and a beard full of twist-ties.

 

Meat department.

If I had it my way the meat department would still be alive.

You get your choice of bow and arrow, or a knife.

Ted Nugent style.

Rock and roll game hunt.

There would be huge tanks for the fish and you would have to go in and get one.

Try going after a 150 lb. Tuna sometime with nothing but a plastic spark.

Awesome!

Instead I have to settle for the all important " who's next " call.

Umm…….

That would be me so fuck you for not paying attention.

What the hell is with the nit-picking the weight of your purchase by 1/10 of a pound.

Unbelievable considering your driving a $50k eco wagon.

Not me.

Load it up chief.

Give me a couple whole chickens, a handful of sausages and load up on the ground stuff too.

2 lbs. over? 

Wrap it up!

I leave the meat counter in shambles.

There is ground beef in chunks on the floor,  chicken wings adorn the victims like cheap jewelry.

People holding their steaks to their blackened eyes.

Bacon strips dangle off peoples heads like meaty dreadlocks.

The broken bottles of BBQ sauce just add to the effect.

 

My basket is now a recycled plastic battering ram.

The unsuspecting are getting clipped one by one on my way to the checkout line.

Smashed bags of potato chips.

Crushed containers of milk.

Eggs from the breakfast that will never be, litter the floor.

I finally make it to the cashier.

My basket gets its contents dumped onto the conveyor belt.

I have no patience when it comes to the " unloading the basket " part.

I just want to get the hell out of here.

There is one person you cant assault at the store though.

The cashier.

They have immunity.

They have all the power.

My expedition could be completely blown right here.

Im looked at with suspicion.

Force a smile.

They strike up a conversation.

Not to be friendly, but to assess the damage report coming over the two-way.

Am I the one?

In that moment, its they who decide how your evening is going to turn out.

You could be on your way in less than 2 minutes.

Or an hour.

I go into Chatty Cathy mode.

Pull the Jedi mind trick to try and disguise the carnage behind me.  

Got to get going before the victims start to make their way to the front.

Im done if the cashier gets even a glimpse of one.

Chat mode works and I get the green light and the all important receipt.

Stragglers coming.

Pointing with shaking fingers covered in various food groups and sauces.

Grab the bag and bail.

Thin Lizzy's " Jailbreak " playing on my mental sound system.

I nail the guy counting his bottles on the way out just for good measure.

Can't get hung up 6 ft. from the exit.

Sidewalk dead ahead.

Bank left.

Like a bank heist.

Just walk normal.

No running.

That would give me away.

I weave and dodge the pedestrians.

Stealth mode.

Truck 30 ft. and closing in.

Almost there.

One last obstacle. 

The guy playing his guitar for beer.

He is sitting on the ground with his dog.

I strategically place the bag at head level.

Speed up my pace.

I feint to the left, dodging an imaginary bicyclist.

He never sees it coming.

Lassie gets a pass, not her fault she's got a lazy owner.

 

Key ready.

Straight shot to the getaway vehicle.

Toss my goods into the passenger seat, dive behind the wheel and off I go.

Success!

I will have to choose my locations carefully so not to be recognized too easily.

Rotate.

Disguise.

Blend in.

Stay on the move for a good 15 minutes despite the fact that I live 5 blocks away.

I have a system…

If you live within a 5 mile radius of my shopping grounds, it may be wise to invest in a helmet and maybe some shin guards.

You'll never know where I will show up next....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

New pics!

Ok, so Im slow at keeping caught up with all of you lately but there are some cool new pics in the Bicycles and Tattoo 1, 2 and 3 galleries.

Some old stuff, some new stuff.

It's been pretty cool going through some of the old photo bag and digging up some cool images.

Cool also is that Christmas if finally fucking over and the days are getting longer.

Sure its like 60 seconds at a day, but I count 'em!

I'll have a new gallery of " In Progress " tattoo stuff posted soon as Im getting back into some nice ink projects with a few good friends of mine.

More sooner than later.

No, really.

 

 

 

 

 

The Dead Chick

Yeah you read that right...

A couple days before Halloween, I cruise to the shop to grab a couple drawing pads.

Im on my bike and when I roll up, I see some chick standing by one of the desks inside the shop.

I figure its just one of the legendary Icon babes that you all know and love, so I didn't think twice about it.

The door is locked and my keys are at the bottom of my hugenormous bag, so I just knock.

She looks right at me and walks behind the bar.

What the fuck!

Oh man, I don't wanna dig for my keys!

There is no way she didn't hear me, but I knock again loudly and she looks at me again, then turns and walks to the back of the shop where she disappears ( to the clean room or somewhere ) I figure.

Well fuck.

Dig for the keys.

Digging.

Digging.

Canned salmon.

Laura bars for B and myself.

Hot chocolate.

Seeds.

Lint.

You know, stuff guys carry around.

But Im thinking to myself, why wouldn't they come unlock the fucking door?

How rude!

I finally find the keys under half a sandwich, unlock the door, and notice the alarm is on.

Hmmmmm.....

Strange but it can be done right?

Yeah, its technology so surely its possible.

I dont know how, but I dont know alot of stuff.

One thing I do know, is that if it doesn't rain in Texas soon, Nathan is going to do something about that.

I digress...

Anyway, I get the alarm off and walk scan the shop for life forms.

Nothing...

No one.

Interesting.

Not out back either.

Seems Im the only one here but I know for a fact that I saw this girl in the shop.

I looked at her.

She looked at me.

Twice!

Seems we have a visitor at our little shop.

Cool by me.

My house is totally haunted and Frank ( as he's affectionately known as ), get along swimmingly.

Sure old buildings have interesting things going on, but this is the first time I've actually SEEN anything!

Hopefully she will stop back in for a snack or tea sometime soon and introduce herself.

Its always good to have a little company now and then.

 

 

The Last Best Day

So it seems as if yesterday was the last best day of summer.

Kinda tied up for time, I decided to hit up Forest Park and get some good mileage in.

Since I had to make it count, I started my trek up Thurman to Holman gate.

I love Holeman, its a bit like a hike its so fucking steep but who cares, its rad.

It also makes for a great warm-up as well.

From Holman, I clik onto 53rd down to Firelane 1.

F1, as it turns out, was in really good shape depsite our recent wet weather so BOMBS AWAY!

The new brakes and wheels I've got mounted up are so noticable its crazy.

Leave it to Shimano to get their brakes totally spot on.

No fade.

No noise like Im swinging a turkey by the neck and slamming its fat fucking body against a tree.

Hear that guys at Avid.....

Probably not since its pretty obvious that no one at that company probably even rides their own shitty product other wise they would have sorted this.

Just no drama what so ever and the modulation and stopping power is mega rad.

The new wheels, ( like most ) are round and they roll.

Amazing concept I know but combined with the really solid XT Hi-flange hubs, double butted DT spokes and good hoops, these pups are lively, smooth and fast.

Tracking and changing directions at speed, is not even on the same page as the stock wheels though the old ones were definitely not bad by standards.

Just different and a bit less dialed in their purpose.

I take a good visual on the exit of F1 to Erikson and all is clear to bank north and continue.

Well mostly, every ride in the park is punctuated by at least one " dog off the leash " incident.

Fuck.

No prob, I make the obligitory evasive maneuver, trim the fur and keep right on going.

The sun is out.

Dry.

Beautiful.

Alone.

Nothing is going to get me into aggro mode today at all.

Pedal, pedal, pedal.

Just me and my bike.

Mile after mile to the junction of Erikson and Saltzman.

No break, just head west up the hill to Skyline.

Getting a nice change of pace, its amazing the richness of the canopy in the park.

The colors.

The terrain.

The smell of Autumn.

Once I reach the road, I immediately hook a U-turn and hit Firelane 5.

I always forget this one is here, but its one of my favorites and a bit more techincal than its counterparts.

So down I go.

Im trying to catch this cyclocross dude who blew by me on the last part of the climb but he's cleary in way better shape than I am.

What Im amazed at is that he is getting down this trail so fucking fast on essentially a road bike with knobby tires....

Fucker.

Oh well, I do my best to close the gap to no avail but its super awesome anyway.

Back to Erikson, I get the lead out and head back south.

Its not the most challenging of rides, but then again, does it always need to be?

Not for me.

The freedom is all that Im after.

Weaving my way through a few oncoming riders and closer to the gate, the beloved " Im gonna stand in the middle of the road with my stroller, dog, and coffee with 10 of my best friends " crowd, I try to just be nice.

Well mostly.

No really, I tried.

And for the most part succeeded judging by the fact that no cops were waiting for me anywhere.....

Jam through the gate.

Dodge some more folks, dogs and coffee sippers and down the hill I go.

By the time I reach the Rat Car, its so warm it feels like summer again.

Awesome and somber at the same time.

Not that the riding is over, but for anyone who rides in the NW, you know the warmth of summer is pretty exceptional.

Load up, and fire some good music into the Rat.

Something fun and summer-y.

Yeah, Motorhead works.

Back at the house, I figure, " what the fuck, its early ", so I open up location 1b and get to work on the urban assault vehicle which now sports some new hoops as well.

Time to get them true and straight, which I figure is part of the problem with its tracking and handling issues.

I pull out some of its guts as well and give 'em a good grease bath.

Wet weather around the corner so I figure I would rather do this on a nice day that when 1b is like 40 fucking degrees inside.

When its that cold, the old tattoo fingers are like bratwursts.

And about as useful since Im not going to eat them.

As the day winds down.

The warmth of the day still radiating off of the concrete.

My mits covered in grease and some kind of solvent that smells a bit like an Florida orange juice truck burst into flames, I sip my hot chocolate and just sit.

Watch the breeze blow the turning leaves off of the trees that line my street.

And say to myself, what an awesome way to spend the last best day of summer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Untitled

Been a productive week on several fronts.

First with the completion of the Mel Project, I switched gears into bike mode as my treasured parts finally arrived.

The Enola Gay really needed a NICE set of wheels to go with it so I built a pair!

Fun and technical, much like tattooing, I can hardly wait to build my long distance trekking wheels in the next month or so.

As I scale down my tattooing, Im finding myself looking backward in order to go forward with the bike thing.

Bikes have always been and interagral part of my M.O. from BMX in the early days to everything else down the line.

I'll never quit tattooing, but branching out to the bike industry is really an exciting prospect.

Got a couple of projects going as well as a partial resto on my good friends old school roadie.

I'll keep ya posted as I get it up and running.

Been keeping busy with my Hawaiian brother Jeremy on some new ink projects and should have some pics as I get the framework a little more dialed.

Its gonna be cool to be sure and working with Jeremy is always as good as it gets.

A big congrats to him for finishing art and design school as well, he's mad talented and that dude is gonna go far!

Stay tight peeps.

Over and out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The latest goings on

Been crazy busy since last Saturday with tons of projects and riding.

New pics are up in the Bikes, Parts and Widgets and Machine galleries.

This past weekend I busted out my best time ever on the 480-685 loop, besting my time by another 10 full minutes.

Hopefully we will get a bit more nice weather so as I can get back up for one last go at it for the season.

Ive conistently dropped my times on this ride at every outing this year so Im pretty stoked considering that I haven't been able to even finish the damn thing a handfull of times.

The smoke had finally ( well almost ), fully disipated from the mountain so conditions were awesome.

And YES! 

ANOTHER PERSON IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE WITHOUT A FUCKING MAP!

Sorry dumb-ass, Im on a mission today so figure it the fuck out. Bye bye.

As irritating as it is comical, it never ceases to amaze me...

Nonetheless, it was an awesome day of riding and Ive grown accustome to these solo gigs.

My new brakes the the dudes at Fat Tire Farm hooked me up with are stunning.

Some new Shimano SLX hydros, yeah, they work like disc brakes should and then some.

Oh, get this, they are QUIET!

And to the people at Avid, go fuck yourself.

You make the shittiest brakes Ive ever used.

When my 12 year old rim brakes function better than most of every line of disc brakes Avid makes, thats just gnarly.

But I digress, I could go on and on about it.

On the tattoo front, Ive been bouncing back between location 1a and location 3 all week getting the prep and finish on an nice order of rebuild projects.

Ill be starting and finishing up some cool ink projects this week too so stay tuned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9/11

Hey Peeps.

Been a while but as always, its good to be back on the keyboard once again.

I've just come from LB's awesome art show at the Leisure where once again, she killed it with some stellar pieces.

She never fails to impress and is one of the finest people I know.

And Im proud to call her my friend.

The house is quiet tonight.
Hot
Dark

The sun sinking into the ocean sooner than it did yesterday.

There is a sobering mood floating around in my head tonight however.

9 years and 12 hours ago, I remember exactly where I was.

Waking up in my bachelor surf pad, I flip on the tube just in time to see the first plane smash into the World Trade Center.

The only thing more shocking to me was that minutes later, a second planes hits the other tower.

First thing I did was call all of my friends and find out if they and their loved ones were ok.

Someone has declared war on our beloved country and who knows what the fuck else is going to happen.

Then I loaded every gun I had, packed up my truck with gear, and headed to the coast to go surfing.

I was completely unsure if this was going to be an isolated instance or if this might be the start of something bigger.

Either way, I wasn't going to be stuck in the fucking city thats for sure and I know I can survive in the woods for practically as long as it takes if need be.

I know no one in New York.

I know no one in the planes.

I know no one in the Towers.

Death has come to our shores and taken thousands of innocent people.

And the carnage has just started.

To me, this is sickening.

All I know, is that things will be different in the world from here on out.

And if things get bad on the Left Coast, Im going to be as prepared as I can.

The more news that comes across the airwaves, the more pissed off I get.

Helpless
Disturbed
Enraged

The only regret that I have, is that I can't be there to help those people.

My heart is heavy and full of saddness.

Soon, I am out of comm range and all I can do is make my way to the coast see what happens.

I get to my break, hit the water.

The Ocean is normally full of life and peace.

But today, I can feel the spirits of the Dead.

All I can do is say a prayer, and let the currents carry it away.

And curse the cheap mother fuckers who are responsible for such a low and cowardly act.

I mean, these people were just going to their jobs for Christ sakes.

Non cobatants in a war they don't even know is being waged against them.

To me, its like a drive-by shooting.

Weak
Gutless
Something only a lesser human being would ever do.

So take a minute.

Or two.

And reflect on what an awesome and inspiring country we live in.

Find a Fireman, a Cop, or one of our many Military personnel and give them a " thank you " for all that they do for us.

While your sitting at your local coffee haunt, comfortable, chatting with your friends.

While your creating a beautiful piece of art.

While your simply breathing the air that free men and women all over this country do every day.

Remember why that is.

Its not random.

Its not because your hair looks so fucking cool that no one would ever dare question its existence.

Its because that there are people that you will most likely never know or meet keeping vigilance over us.

Real heros that don't give a fuck about your shitty idealism or your fake tits.

Heros that realize there are actually people that hate you because of it, but are willing to sacrifice their own lives if need be in order to allow you to continue on with whatever your trip in life is.

These men and women deserve our utmost respect and courtesy.

September 11th is a day of remembering those folks and how lucky we are to have them.

And a day to remember those we lost.

Strangers yes ( to most of us anyways ), but brothers and sisters to us all.

If there is any consolation whatsoever, its that recently the mastermind of that terrible day, is dead.

And the last  thing that he saw, was the bullet that went through his fucking head.

Put there by Americas finest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer Time

Well dear readers, there is some cool new pics up in the Great Outdoors and Bicycles Galleries.

The last couple weeks have been awesome for getting in some epic riding and camping.

First off, I headed out to Mt. Hood for my favorite ride ever.

Gumjuac is a gnarly loop that was introduced to me by a good friend probably 10 yrs ago or so.

Its 16.5 miles of mixed terrain, and seriously challenging with approxiamately 2 hrs of climb right out of the gate.

I finally got wise after completely bonking last time, to start from the bottom of the hill and just get that first 5 miles out of the way.

Seriously, by the time your done with the trail section and wind up back at the road, your in no mood to climb another 5 miles.

Just get it out of the fucking way and your good.

Not to mention, the last section is a totally rad downhill bombing run and it feels great to just ride straight across the road and land in the East fork of the Hood River.

Nice!

I can't remember when I ever completed this ride in under 3.5-4 hrs and this last trip up I clocked it at a solid 2 hrs 45 min. !

Being constantly on the bike this year has been a real bonus and feels great to be logging serious miles again without feeling like that avacado that you've had lurking in your kitchen cabinet for the last 2 months...

On the other hand, it was time for some R&R, so me and the crew loaded up the family truckster ( sans the plastic wood paneling sadly ), and did the jailbreak for Southeastern Oregon.

We bailed early, having a long drive ahead for the middle of nowhere.

There is this place called The Narrows out in Harney County and would be our jumpoff point for area recon and some awesome adventuring.

I love RV parks.

They are generally filled with old folks, in this case old folks and lots of hunters.

Perfect!

They are polite, cool to talk too, and quiet at night.

Unlike some of the places nearer to town, where people have zero manners or respect for others.

That shit drives me fucking nuts.

I mean really, who in the hell goes out to camp, and wants to listen to there car stereo at 12 a.m. anyway ?

Well, drunks and idiots obviously.

Whatever, none of that to be found out there.

If some dumb fucker showed up in the middle of the night making that kind of racket, Im quite sure that it would have been dealt with properly ( see picture of stuffed turkey vulture ), and not involving the cops.

Yes folks, " the code " still exists and its alive and well.

Just not usually in the city....

Anyways, for anyone looking for some good people, great scenery and even better adventure, grab a map.

Find the place that looks like it has basically nothing near it, and go THERE!

Writing about this place is almost futile so just check out the pics and you'll get the idea.

Over and out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Headed Out

Another great week of tattooing goes down in the books.

Another day of life is notched on the tree.

For some, its just another day.

For me, I just survived and got shit done and thats all I need to keep me fueled.

After I finish up working on my pal Dave, who after a year and a half of hard work, we are nearly done with his entire torso.

A good days work for sure.

I head out to start gearing up for tomorrows ride and prep some designs for Monday.

As I make my after hours rounds, I wonder what its like to live like a " normal " person.

Not that Ide ever want to, but its and observation I make continually.

Hanging out at the beer garden.

Chatting with friends.

Enjoying the sunshine.

Honestly, it seems like a waste of time and I feel a sigh of relief as I move about the city as a complete outsider.

Invisible.
Un-noticed.
No one even looks at me.

Except for probably the half dozen people I lay the horn onto for driving like fucking retards....

Oh well, Im on a mission and I thread the Rat Car through the traffic like a shark with rally like precision.

Sidewalks, front lawns and curbside gardens are all excellent passing zones when the need arises.

I hit location 1, and start to work on my projects.

Tomorrow is a great solo ride up on Hood and its gnarly, so I gotta make sure I have everything totally together.

Review my tattooing projects, make notes and quickly brief myself on the myriad of ideas that my client has.

I love this shit, really, I cant think of anything else I would rather do.

Location 1 is cool with a nice breeze tonight.

Its quiet outside.

The sky is clear as a summer evening should be.

By the time the sun comes up again, Ill be packed and on the road.

I figure that by the time my 6 hr loop is completed up at the mountain, most people will either be shaking off the hangover, still immersed in their bongs or figuring out the task of what kind of organic tofu they are going to have with breakfast.

Nothing wrong with that, but Im just too aggro and wound up to lay around on my only day off.

To each his own I suppose.

So my friends, whatever you actually are doing tomorrow, make it count.

Make sure that the people you love know it.

And drive it like you stole it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Mile Cruncher

So the R1 is toast....

Its going on to bigger and better things than I can bring to it.

Not all bad though, just the way it goes sometimes and there is a new track bike in the works.

Since racing is off the table this year, Ive been concentrating on tattooing, mechanical projects and crunching the miles on my bicycles.

Bikes are relativly cheap, and Ive been able to replenish my stable of rides as well as provide the family with some cool wheels as well.

My little buddy Lorenzo has been my latest bike fiend and it really is amazing that a bike can be as cool to a 7 year old as it is to an old fucker like myself !

Ive built my trusty Fisher into a single speed training machine.

I have the Specialized RH urban asslaut 29er as well as the badass trail killer 29er.

Something for any and every occasion.

So every day, ( or night ), I hop on and crunch the miles.

Since February, and with 2 months off, Im closing in on 1000 miles between the road and the trail.

Balancing between hard training rides and just good old fashion cruising and wheelie riding fun.

Physical activity is good for the mind, and some of my best tattoo ideas come while Im pedaling along.

Bikes, like tattooing have been a part of my life since day one.

Sometimes things just find their way too you and its good to not ignore the lessons they have in store.

Too many " adults " forget that its cool to dream and live like its your last day on earth.

I mean, who wants to die at in a fucking office cubicle ?

Sounds horrifiying if you ask me.

My fabrication shop here at Location 1  and 1a are coming along really well and soon should be fully dialed.

With some good rides planned this week and some cool ink to lay down, Ill have some new pics up soon.

So while Im doing my thing, go have some fucking fun and don't forget the dip as the Wise One Uncle Mark would say......