…riding a ‘Bone’ ville! A chopper from hell with a laughing ghoulish rider. The Egyptian Serif’d font of the Triumph logo is a great touch hinting a a sixties custom shop quality. The semi-psychedelic poster font header reinforces it.
September 29, 2015
The Caped Skeleton Freak
September 19, 2015
Goli U Sedlu
Slovenian freedom on the high roads of Central Europe. Chopper modified twin takes a break in the Former Yugoslavian city of Ljubljana. These early Seventies biker youths must have seen the recently released Easy Rider and dreamed of a Captain American trip along the Adriatic.
July 19, 2015
I’m off oot to see a bloke aboot a Dog hinny!
True Geordie stuff here!
Beer cap bike: a chopper is created using bottle tops of one of my favorite drinks.
A bottle of dog is the locals name for their imbibe of choice. Newcastle Brown Ale (Broon). A nutty refreshing beer that reminds expats of the friendly folk of the Tyne. “Howay the Lads!”
July 16, 2015
Pop Art
Maxwell Paternoster creates vivid art that buzzes like nails on a chalkboard: 
Twister Biker doodles with an uncanny eye for the unwieldy. Boom box toting hound and a tank-dancing Bōsōzoku; the Japanese out-of-controllers who will wreak havoc in flashy style.
Zombie BSA rider one time all time member of the Corpses From Hell gang.
Tiger Triton tearaway on taught tee-shirt. Go Mr Tora!
June 15, 2015
Zed
Whose motorcycle is this?
It’s a chopper baby.
Whose chopper is this?
It’s Zed’s.
Who’s Zed?
Zed’s dead baby,
Zed’s dead.
October 31, 2014
A Skeleton Crew”or “tighten those loose bolts!”
Hallowe’en and the dead shall rise… Well this chopped, hacked and generally abused moto might need more than Dr Frankenstein’s theatrical efforts to awaken with a hearty rort. Even though it says Triumph on the coffin tank the engine looks like a Yamaha… Scary!
Other Frankenbikes:
Boris Karloff styled GI Joe figure with combination.
A dude and his bride highway bound on a pumpkin colored chopper. What torque do you need to tighten neck bolts?
Tea and biscuit Boris?
August 24, 2014
Passport needed
One thing that was seen a lot of in the sixties and seventies across America was chopped and stretched Triumphs. Hardtail rear, looong fork tubes, no front brake, perched pillion seat…. Erm!
In real life it looks pretty weird, but the zipped boots, polyester flares and patterned shirt, and sideburns add appropriate effect. Glitter flake paint with pinstriping enhance character if not road handling…
July 31, 2014
Capitaine Française
TinTin takes to the highways of The West in this conceptual idea of an adventure for our young intrepid hero. Like some gallic Wyatt and his knight-companion Billy ‘Haddock’. Snowy is erstwhile George Hanson and no doubt the Thompson Twins represent a bifurcate counterculture; split between the sixties laissez-faire and the serious seventies just around the corner.
July 30, 2014
…Paint it Black
As Mick sang and Keith picked and so the world goes on… I saw this motolady hefting this Honda vee twin through the midday traffic along Roosevelt. Black upon black with mirrored shades and a cyclops eyelash up front. She looked intent.
“I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes”
From the seminal ‘Stones album Aftermath in ’66.
May 7, 2014
Best Boot Forward
A latter day recreation of Ann Margaret this time good guy George Clooney goofing about on his Bonnie.
January 9, 2014
Incoming Wounded
It was the keen eared Radar who spoke those words on one of my favorite TV shows. M*A*S*H whereby the insanity of war is given comedic status in a serious belly laughing manner. The staff of the 4077th bump through the highs and lows of a mostly forgotten Korean war.
Though it was mostly Jeeps and bubble canopied Bell choppers some promotion oriented company took it upon themselves to develop a Hawkeye Pierce motorcycling doctor.
It looks more like a cafe racer with broad fairing. He even wears his white surgical apron…whilst looking for this I happened upon a Triumph TR6 and Spitfire advertisement with none other than Alan Alda at the open topped wheel of the sunny yellow TR6.
That’s as good an endorsement that you could want for me!
“I will not carry a gun, Frank. When I got thrown into this war I had a clear understanding with the Pentagon: no guns. I’ll carry your books, I’ll carry a torch, I’ll carry a tune, I’ll carry on, carry over, carry forward, Cary Grant, cash and carry, carry me back to Old Virginia, I’ll even ‘hari-kari’ if you show me how, but I will not carry a gun! –” Hawkeye
P.S.
BJ Hunnicut did have a yellow moto….
San Fransisco 5426 miles
August 2, 2013
Zappa – Titties & Beer
It was the blackest night
There was no moon in sight
You know the stars ain’t shinin’
’cause the sky’s too tight
I heard the scarey wind
I seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin’
‘long the side of me
I’m mean ‘n I’m bad, y’know I ain’t no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by the name of chrissy
Talkin’ about her ‘n my bike ‘n me…
‘n this ride up the mountain of mystery, mystery
I noticed even the crickets
Was actin’ weird up here
And so I figured I might
Just drink a little beer
I said, “gimme summa that what yer suckin’ on…”
But there was no reply
’cause she was gone…
“where’s those titties that I like so well
‘n my goddamn beer!”
Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise
Like a crunchin’ twig, ‘n up jumped the devil…he’s about this big…
He had a red suit on
An’ a widow’s peak
An’ then a pointed tail
‘n like a sulphur reek
Yes, it was him awright
I sweared I knowed it was
He had some human flesh
Stuck underneath his claws
You know it looked to me
Like it was titty skin
I said, “you sonofabitch!”
’cause I was mad at him,
Well he just got out his floss
‘n started cleanin’ his fang
So I shot him with my shooter
Said: bang bang bang
Then the sucker just laughed ‘n said, “put it away…
You know, I ate her all up…now what you
Gonna say? ”
You ate my chrissy? “titties ‘n all!”
Well, what about the beer then, boy? “were the cans
This tall? ”
Even her boots? “would I lie to you? ”
Shit, you musta been hungry! “yes, this is true.”
Well don’t they pay you good for the
Stuff that you do?
“well, you know, I can’t complain when the checks come through…”
Well I want my chrissy, ‘n I want my beer
So you just barf it back up now, devil,
Do you hear?
“blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I mean, I am the devil,
Do you understand? just what will you give me
For your
Titties and beer? I suppose you noticed this little
Contract here…” yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore,
“don’t call me that”
That’s about the only reason
…gimme that paper…bet yer ass I’ll sign…
’cause I need a beer, ‘n it’s titty-squeezin’ time
“man, you can’t fool me…you ain’t that bad…
I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls I had…
Why there was milhous nixon ‘n agnew, too…
‘n both of those suckers was worse ‘n you…”
Well, let’s make a deal if you think that’s true
I mean, you’re the devil, so whatcha gonna do?
(improvised dialog)
“wait a minute…a tinge of doubt crosses my mind…when you say…
That you want to make a deal with me…”
“that’s very, very true
I’m only interested in two things
“yeah? ”
See if you can guess what they are”
“i would think…uh…let’s see, maybe stravinsky…”
“i’ll give you two clues. let go of your pickle”
“what? ”
“let go of your pickle!”
“i’m not holding my pickle”
“well, who’s holding your pickle then? ”
“i don’t know…she’s out in the audience…
Hey dale, would you like to come up here and hold
My pickle to satisfy this weird man out on the stage? ”
“i’m only interested in two things, and that’s
Titties and beer
You know what I mean?
“what? ”
Titties and beer
Titties and beer
Titties and beer
Titties and beer
Titties and beer
Titties and beer
Titties and beer!”
Titties and beer!”
“i don’t know if you’re the right guy? ”
Titties and beer!”
Titties and beer!”
“no! don’t sign it! give me time to think…
I mean hold on a second boy, ’cause that’s magic ink!”
And then the devil let go of his pickle
And out come my girl, there was her titties
Flop-floppin’…all around the world
She said “i got me three beers and a fistful of downs
And I’m gonna get ripped, so fuck, you clowns!”
Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff
That’s when the devil, he farted
And she went right over the cliff!
The devil was mad, I took off to my pad
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear I do declare, how did she get back there?
June 21, 2013
Kustom Kulture
Of course the MvR meet wasn’t just about motorcycles… It also included a small car show where the four wheeled rockers drove in their 50’s vee-hick-kals. Hot rods, Rat Rods, land yachts, classic trucks, Nader’s Ford Corvair. Enjoy!
April 19, 2013
You ever want to be somebody else?
A bike that’s not quite sure what it is… Norton emblazoned on the tank in golf lettering over a cherry pie red. However a closer spy reveals the Triumph engine… A Triton this is not! Hard tail chopper frame with sweeping seat perches and aped bars atop a lonnng fork.
The Easy Rider Captain America helmet says she’s ready for a cross country trip with a sidekick named Billy, and a soundtrack from the late 60’s.
Perhaps an English remake? Taking a ride from Brighton up to Newcastle… “Whew. Man, look, I gotta get out of here, man. Now we – we got things we want to do, man, like – I just – uh – I gotta get out of here, man.”
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