Had another go at my tank over the weekend and yes,
I'm still not finished.

Soundtrack for the day, Dylan.

She's got an awful lot of clothes for a stripper.

I wish I could run my bike like this.

Bubbles are great.

11/16/10

Yesterday was declared a non-working holiday in celebration of the Islamic religious feast, Eid'l Adha. The holiday commemorates the willingness of the Prophet Abraham to sacrifice his own son, Ishmael (or Ismail), upon the command of Allah.

So, what did I do? I decided to sacrifice my tank. Been planning on painting it flat black for the longest time but haven't had the time... Until yesterday. Of course I didn't get too far...

I just stripped paint off the top since I wasn't sure I'd be able to finish the whole thing.

Shot taken by my 3-year old son, Benny.

Bolt making sure I don't fuck up.

Paint stripper applied...

A few songs by Benny and a whole lot of scraping after and this is what I get...

I'm actually digging the bare metal look, just scared it might rust. Will probably strip the whole tank this weekend and paint it by sometime next week (right). I think I need 3 more non-working holidays.

Good music always makes you wanna stomp your feet.

Kamote's CB550

Still a lot of work to be done but this bike's come a long way from when he first picked it up. It's leaking like a bitch that's taken one too many pops of Xenical and most of its electricals don't work. But then again, who gives a shit about the horn not working when you've got a bike as loud as this? As long as the headlights work, yeah? Good times, baby.

Got wood?

It's raining and I'm missing Stella.

Finally got the oldskool tail light I ordered.
Isn't she pretty?

Look what I got from the thrift shop...

There's something real sweet about having new old stuff.
This thing smells like it's been locked up in an old, wooden cabinet for 30 years or something.

The box says it all...

Trees, sunshine and a motorcycle.

Ride on and never look back.

That's not even an eighth of the shit I've put into my body. Must quit smoking soon.

March 14, 2006

"A must have for every man."

- Denise on Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Inked

Finally finished my back last night. I believe it's been more than 2 years since my last session. Didn't really feel like it was time to finish it yet which is why it took so damn long. As if I had to do some things first or fix certain things in my life before I finish the piece... before I close that book. Now was a good time.

I've forgotten how painful it is to get inked. And while I was sitting there, "offering" my skin to my buddy Joe, I started questioning myself as to why I go through such pain. When I saw my back 3 hours later, I had my answer.

Tattoo is therapy. Pain that you can easily understand. No mindfucking here. I like it.

Will post pics of the piece soon.