“But the place which you have selected for your camp, though never so rough and grim, begins at once to have its attractions, and becomes a very centre of civilization to you: “Home is home, be it never so homely.” – Henry David Thoreau
Home on Wheels
Rivington Pike Free Festival
Back in ’77 summer was enjoyed at numerous gatherings of hippies and music enjoying earthy fun in the countryside of a bucolic England.
Bring your tent, tie dyes and bell bottoms. However carefree gathering can attract others looking for lawless shenanigans. The Hells Angels turn up on their chopped Triumph, BSA’s and Nortons along with pelt headdresses. Save the Planet! More hash fudge and ‘shrooms.
Desperado
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?You been out ridin’ fences for so long now
Oh, you’re a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Can hurt you somehow
Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She’ll beat you if she’s able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can’t get
Desperado, oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don’t your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won’t snow and the sun won’t shine
It’s hard to tell the night time from the day
You’re losin’ all your highs and lows
Ain’t it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin’, but there’s a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you (let somebody love you)
You better let somebody love you before it’s too late.
Glenn Frey 1948-2016
The Eagles are one of the best soundtracks of the open American highway .
How! Di ye diy art de ye?
Pazzo Moto Caricatura
Luca Ruggeri Comics
An Italian Moto artist creates biker art in a comic style with statement… A selection of British bikes are represented here:
To die will be…
Holy Moses!
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.
Got Glue?
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!!!”
The Great Bird
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.
Starman ★
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
Watery Shadow
Stand by Me
Blackstar ★
Thirty Three
Soul Craft Candy
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.


















