Motivation

So, I've been slackin' a lot on engraving since I got back from taking CJ's class last Feb. With the re-build of my bike, along with all of the trips I've taken on the chop since then - I just sort of put it aside and procrastinated all spring/summer.

Cruised over to Rich's today and he was gone, didn't have my phone on me, so I returned home and got to something I haven't given enough of my time to...



I didn't put any color into it, but for a couple hours worth of work, I'm pretty happy with how it came out -

Liberty

D.A.R.E.

- to resist four wheels and cages

Motorcycles are capable of activating the brain's endocannabinoid system. Some effects may include a general change in consciousness, mild euphoria, feelings of general well-being, relaxation or stress reduction, enhanced recollection of episodic memory, increased sensuality, increased awareness of sensation, creative or philosophical thinking, disruption of linear memory, paranoia, agitation, and anxiety, potentiation of other psychedelics, and increased awareness of sound, patterns and color. They are more similar to the above categories as dose/mileage increases.

I found out what my special purpose is...

Deep Texas

Chicks and Ink 2

Oink oink

If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.
-R. Waters

Evel

From stealing, to racing, to jumping motorcycles - one of the baddest motherfuckers in the industry's history.

1968 - Caesar's Palace Fountain Jump...Fractured skull, broken pelvis, ribs, and hips. This jump put him on the map.


1974 - Snake River Canyon, Idaho. 350 mph at a height of 2,000 feet above the canyon floor, but his parachute opened prematurely. Crazy son of a bitch made $6 million off of it. He eventually wanted to jump the Grand Canyon, but "the man" shut him down.

1970 Jump Bike. XR-750, now in the Smithsonian.


He beat his former press agent with a baseball bat for writing a book that made him look bad... talk about street justice. They gave him a work-release while in the joint, only to revoke it after the Judge found out he was being driven to and from in a Stutz convertible with his own Chauffeur. Not only that, but he was providing transportation for other inmates to their work-release as well, in limos.

The dude definitely lived life by his own set of rules...

"I guess I thought I was Elvis Presley but I'll tell ya something. All Elvis did was stand on a stage and play a guitar. He never fell off on that pavement at no 80 mph."
-Evel Kneivel