Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
time
A young man sittin' on the witness stand
The man with the book says "Raise your hand"
"Repeat after me, I solemnly swear"
The man looked down at his long hair
And although the young man solemnly swore
Nobody seems to hear anymore
And it didn't really matter if the truth was there
It was the cut of his clothes and the length of his hair
And the lonely voice of youth cries
"What is truth?"
thanks for the photo chris
The man with the book says "Raise your hand"
"Repeat after me, I solemnly swear"
The man looked down at his long hair
And although the young man solemnly swore
Nobody seems to hear anymore
And it didn't really matter if the truth was there
It was the cut of his clothes and the length of his hair
And the lonely voice of youth cries
"What is truth?"
thanks for the photo chris
~ mr.bubble ~
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
try again.....
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
no rest
Monday, October 26, 2009
49 mile ride photos.......
eight friends set out
in the a.m. from oakland to
san francisco on the bay bridge.
amazing morning. oct.25 2009
sup baby
father and son built pan
this trike is on the
ride every year... i love it.
a well ridden knuckle
about 1/3 of the group
roland's tank
roland's knuckle
the ride stops at scenic twin
peaks.. warm and crystal clear.
look at that city. sf cal. 2009
in the a.m. from oakland to
san francisco on the bay bridge.
amazing morning. oct.25 2009
sup baby
father and son built pan
this trike is on the
ride every year... i love it.
a well ridden knuckle
about 1/3 of the group
roland's tank
roland's knuckle
the ride stops at scenic twin
peaks.. warm and crystal clear.
look at that city. sf cal. 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
san francisco's 49 mile ride----->
is tomorrow!! sunday oct 25. 2009
meets at 9am sharp at the s.f. boat club.
down past the ball park. you gotta go.
antique motorcycle club event. old chopped
pans and knucks done back in the 60-70's done right.
usually 200-300 people. if your bike don't run steal
your neighbors scooter and go.
**come say hi... I'll be the guy
with the green chaps
and the casio watch,
most likely on the
bullhorn with
the bullwhip.
first three people to bring
me a bates seat and p-pad
get a gift certificate
at wendy's , and 3 free rentals
from the video barn.
meets at 9am sharp at the s.f. boat club.
down past the ball park. you gotta go.
antique motorcycle club event. old chopped
pans and knucks done back in the 60-70's done right.
usually 200-300 people. if your bike don't run steal
your neighbors scooter and go.
**come say hi... I'll be the guy
with the green chaps
and the casio watch,
most likely on the
bullhorn with
the bullwhip.
first three people to bring
me a bates seat and p-pad
get a gift certificate
at wendy's , and 3 free rentals
from the video barn.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
----- .day trippers. -----
Well we know where were goin
But we dont know where weve been
And we know what were knowin
But we cant say what weve seen
And were not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out
Were on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin that ride to nowhere
Well take that ride
Im feelin okay this mornin
And you know,
Were on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go
Maybe you wonder where you are
I dont care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there...take you there
Were on a road to nowhere
Were on a road to nowhere
Were on a road to nowhere
Theres a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
And its all right, baby, its all right
And its very far away
But its growing day by day
And its all right, baby, its all right
.......................................
a random fall day..
200 miles on some of nocal
best back roads. these little
trips are some of my favorites,
natty rays
or jesus rays
she "loves rigids"
and wanted to just hang
out and take about the
side affects of meth.
she knocked us down
ever skated the
-glory hole-
here's the top
of the pipe.
act natural
loyal crew
shadow pupppet
big nose strikes again
But we dont know where weve been
And we know what were knowin
But we cant say what weve seen
And were not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out
Were on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin that ride to nowhere
Well take that ride
Im feelin okay this mornin
And you know,
Were on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go
Maybe you wonder where you are
I dont care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there...take you there
Were on a road to nowhere
Were on a road to nowhere
Were on a road to nowhere
Theres a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
And its all right, baby, its all right
And its very far away
But its growing day by day
And its all right, baby, its all right
.......................................
a random fall day..
200 miles on some of nocal
best back roads. these little
trips are some of my favorites,
natty rays
or jesus rays
she "loves rigids"
and wanted to just hang
out and take about the
side affects of meth.
she knocked us down
ever skated the
-glory hole-
here's the top
of the pipe.
act natural
loyal crew
shadow pupppet
big nose strikes again
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
a boy named........harley.
So here is the story.. This is the bike I got my named from... My father bought a Harley Davidson servi-car trike in 1968 and took about a year or so to build a chopper. Now fast forward to the beginning of 1973, the year I was born. My parents lived in a small apartment and wanted to buy a house before I was born. They had very little money for a down payment and the only thing of real value was my Dad's chopper. So he decided to sell it. Being my family is Italian and most carry the first name Anthony including my Dad, they knew they were not going to name me that. So one day joking around my Mom said to my Dad "Why don't we name him Harley that way you'll always have one". Needless to say that was what they named me...
The first photo is my Dad in 1970 about to take my 2 cousins for a ride...
The trike was a 45 Flathead with a 6 over front end, painted in a heavy purple metal flake. The rear seat was custom made of a glassed over desk chair, chrome reverse wheels and custom clear plexiglass rear fenders.
Enjoy!
Harley
thanks harley and thanks john.
The first photo is my Dad in 1970 about to take my 2 cousins for a ride...
The trike was a 45 Flathead with a 6 over front end, painted in a heavy purple metal flake. The rear seat was custom made of a glassed over desk chair, chrome reverse wheels and custom clear plexiglass rear fenders.
Enjoy!
Harley
thanks harley and thanks john.
! ....east bay dragons.... !
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
..red- burnside- 1992
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
gonz.. ashby. berk 1998
in the east bay, ashby st in berkeley
is one of those streets you always seem
to get stuck on. there is red light that
is super slow when going up Ashby and trying
to cross telegraph. i would always get stuck
in traffic across from this house(bellow pic)
and would always stare at the ledge going down
the stairs wondering if anyone could ever grind
it....
a little while later in life my friend greg
moved into that house with the guys from -green
day-. One day i was out with m. gonzales and lance
dawes and we were looking for spots to skate. i told
em " i know where with this ledge down these steps are,
but it's kinda death."
mark is the most fearless person i know.and looking
at the ledge he instantly wanted to try it.
the weirdest part of the whole deal was knocking on
the door... and asking greg and the -green day- guys
if mark could skate the front of their house.
of course the answer was yes.
after a few cat like bails down the steps mark
pulled it and made it look to easy. to me the photo
always made it look way easier than the risk of the
grind.
-max-
*lance dawes photo
is one of those streets you always seem
to get stuck on. there is red light that
is super slow when going up Ashby and trying
to cross telegraph. i would always get stuck
in traffic across from this house(bellow pic)
and would always stare at the ledge going down
the stairs wondering if anyone could ever grind
it....
a little while later in life my friend greg
moved into that house with the guys from -green
day-. One day i was out with m. gonzales and lance
dawes and we were looking for spots to skate. i told
em " i know where with this ledge down these steps are,
but it's kinda death."
mark is the most fearless person i know.and looking
at the ledge he instantly wanted to try it.
the weirdest part of the whole deal was knocking on
the door... and asking greg and the -green day- guys
if mark could skate the front of their house.
of course the answer was yes.
after a few cat like bails down the steps mark
pulled it and made it look to easy. to me the photo
always made it look way easier than the risk of the
grind.
-max-
*lance dawes photo
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
... w .c. fields ..
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