A shot of Brian keeping Persico’s bike steady, the morning after a vicious storm turned our campout into a mud-soaked deluge. We camped out on the Delaware/Pennsylvania border and played capture the flag and drank beers late into the early morning. Photos taken by the man who thought he was a glass of orange juice.
Still for sale is this tripped-out Biltwell helmet I painted last September for the Heavy Heads Helmet Show. It’s slathered in enough One Shot, that in the event your dome hits the pavement, it’s sure to splatter your brains in psychedelic splendor. Check it out and the other helmets at Heavy Heads.
Things got heavy this past September in Lancaster, PA. The creative collective known as Pure Sludge threw a helluva bash in the form of the Heavy Heads Helmet Exhibition. I was more than stoked to be involved by painting helmet for the show.
The chill of winter is upon us as garage doors shut in and wood stoves burn through the day here in Philadelphia. I remember riding down route 55 through New Jersey in early October on a course for Wildwood. In back of me, two rows of motorcycles barreling down the highway at 90mph — The glow […]