Luca Ruggeri Comics
An Italian Moto artist creates biker art in a comic style with statement… A selection of British bikes are represented here:
Manx rocker with big cylinder Norton.
Cafe Commando in featherbed.
Vacationing on a sport bike.
The devil rides out.
Caraibi: Italian for Caribbean.
An awfully big adventure. Alan Rickman toted around in vintage style on a Norton as thespian P.L. O’Hara. Like his part within a park Captain Hook he meets a watery demise.
A distinctive and sonorous voice, he always played a good ‘baddie’.
Alan Rickman 1946-2015
Here is an alternative big 10 as derived by the late great contrarian essayist Christopher Hitchens:
I: Do not condemn people on the basis of their ethnicity or color.
II: Do not ever use people as private property.
III: Despise those who use violence or the threat of it in sexual relations.
IV: Hide your face and weep if you dare to harm a child.
V: Do not condemn people for their inborn nature.
VI: Be aware that you too are an animal and dependent on the web of nature, and think and act accordingly.
VII: Do not imagine that you can escape judgment if you rob people with a false prospectus rather than with a knife.
VIII: Turn off that fucking cell (smart) phone.
IX: Denounce all jihadists and crusaders for what they are: psychopathic criminals with ugly delusions.
X: Be willing to renounce any god or any religion if any holy commandments should contradict any of the above.
As had been mentioned before when I was growing up I loved to build model kits. Aircraft, tanks, spaceships, the odd car; but I never got around to motorcycles. Well did I miss out! I could’ve had fun with kits such as this Revell treat. A 1/8 scale Triumph Tiger.
The full page advert for their particular lines is a period piece from the mid-sixties. Even Ed Roth hot rods are featured. “Wot is… Is.. Wot. ain’t…. Ain’t!!!”
Another example Louise Jennison’s Windsor & Newton daubing. This time the stoic Triumph Thunderbird in pools of watercolor.
Cobbled setting for a real-life item. Granite sets rumble under a twins noisy texture.
Airbrushed accuracy on promotional artwork. Technically accurate as a contrast to the earlier brushwork.
Didn’t know what time it was and the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin’ down some rock ‘n’ roll ‘lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
That weren’t no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
‘Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
He told me
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
David Bowie 1947-2016
The Swiss Watch of motorcycles: Vincent. Here captured in delicate watercolor by an able handed artist Louise Jennison.
Watching Stand by Me on the Telly. It’s s great movie from 1986 (jeez it’s thirty years ago). Here’s a photo of some fella called Bob Brook and his new Triuumph Bonneville. The hot bike to have in ’59 the same year the coming-of-age film is set in.
Bowie at 69. New album release today with more astounding creative force from music-man David.
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This hand painted leather jacket has it all: the Triumph classic logo banners the lumbar, Californian locale pasted across the shoulders, and a hefty race number daubed broadly upon the main area. Time worn and off white adds to the grittiness.
A wandering Google trawl turned up this website. Some nice dynamic motorcycle sketches with a fluid line.
Ogri-esque which hint at solidity as well as movement with space between the lines and a crisp detail, an artistic flair and jolly attitude. Jon Tremlett is the penman and he’s a designer in West London.
A store display offering items for the distinguished cafe racer rider. Pudd’n bowls as well as open-face Davida’s. Pilot goggles and silk scarves as well as a badge buckled belt. The pins adorning the leather jackets lapel are a neat detail too. 
The fair fronted latter day Thruxton is looking the part too. Alloy tank? Why certainly sir!
Gotta carry your stuff! Tote yer trash! Haul belongings. That’s where a decent bag comes in handy. A satchel-like messenger bag with leather straps and canvas body and nice stitched buckling. Strapped to your bike it’ll need to be made of tough stuff with crafted assembly.
A simple sac works too which can be crumpled into a pocket when not in use…
….or a heavier duffel: zipped opening to innards allowing just enough to be carried, a couple of pockets for odds and ends. Weekend trip?
A two word noun that has been declared to be the most beautiful in the English language. Its phonoaesthetic quality was heralded by Edgar Allen Poe as a word whose sound (euphonic) is more sonorous than its meaning.
Well I need to get my act together soon as the Cub nears assembly completion and needs to escape from its confines through a metaphorical Cellar Door…
Bonneville wave: a cute couple speeding along into the sixties on their travel ready Triumph. Sunny days ahead for the decade of the space-race, free love and the burgeoning optimism expected under the young JFK.
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