Under The Bridge
When I was 5 years old I wanted to be a biker. I saw the bikes in a parking lot going rum-rum-rum and from that instant thats all I wanted to do. So I grew up, and then I got to be a biker.
The Wild And Dangerous
The event was roped off, everyone was forced to the sides, behind the tape, except if you had a camera. Then you where in the action, 800-pound machines inches from your face like a snarling war horse.
When I was 5 years old I wanted to be a biker. I saw the bikes in a parking lot going rum-rum-rum and from that instant thats all I wanted to do. So I grew up, and then I got to be a biker.
The Wild And Dangerous
The event was roped off, everyone was forced to the sides, behind the tape, except if you had a camera. Then you where in the action, 800-pound machines inches from your face like a snarling war horse.
Perhaps you like the excitement. Perhaps the thrill. Perhaps the Danger. Perhaps you’re willing to play with 800 lb death machines inches from your face for just a few really sick shots.
Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.
Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.
This is a photo essay for the Iron Horse, the bikers, the stuntmen, the half mad, the slightly off.
The Weenie Bite
In biker culture, a “Weenie Bite” is you put a hot dog on a string or hook, and a biker rides underneath it, and his ol’ lady on back tries taking the biggest bite with her mouth. Its a little lewd, raucous, but ultimately harmless fun.
Under The Bridge
Its a building, its an entire abandoned block used as a mural. Its the bridge. Its LA as LA gets.
