My friend Miriam posted this pic on her blog today and it really hit me where it hurts. Two things that I miss incredibly. My shovelhead and my old shop where I was left the fuck alone. No voices(constant fucking voices), no opinions, no horseshit or liars. Just me and my stuff. Most of my stuff is since sold, missing or stolen but all I really want is this bike to set next to my panhead. Death Face come home....photo: Miriam Doan
6 comments:
What happened to it? Sell it? Stolen?
sold the motor n trans. frame now holds the pan.
Your pesky little neighbor across the way misses that garage too! ;)
Bikes and women come and go my friend. Machines can't store memories, they can only carry us to them.
I know what you mean had to sell a bunch of stuff to get my Pan including one of my bikes. I like the memories quote by cro above..that's a good one.
thanks Cro. New Horizons right.
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