Ecco la Triumph bobber che ho disegnato per Fabrizio
pubblicata sull'ultimo numero di Lowride!
mercoledì 29 febbraio 2012
giovedì 23 febbraio 2012
lunedì 20 febbraio 2012
luSca custom design
Like the exhaust loud in the night
Until a thunderbolt sounds its light
Staircase too large to be climbing
Come up and down while I’m painting
A flash in my mind
Cutting off the rind
Under the dirt, deep in my soul
Soar in the sky this flying eight bowl
Turn right, turn left, U turn, go straight
Out of this road open the gate
Might be a proud rider
Doing the handlebar tighter
Enlarge your grin showing the teeth
Signs of rubber are your bequeath
Imagine your dream bike
Grown as you like
Now it's true, I create it fo you
domenica 12 febbraio 2012
sabato 11 febbraio 2012
sabato 4 febbraio 2012
venerdì 3 febbraio 2012
giovedì 2 febbraio 2012
From American Motorcycles Association
September 1972
By Doc Tait
The little
Benelli lay on his belly,
at the end of the very first heat.
In round number two he was nearly through,
when a slick spot made him unseat.
In round
number three it was him or me,
there was only room for one heel.
I was sorry to see him ride into that tree,
with the flagman astride his front wheel!
Free
popcorn and more after round number four,
he’d wiped out the food stand, but good!
He made it alive through a wild round five,
‘Tho no one believed that he could.
In event
number six while trying to fix,
a hotsshoe that dangled in vain,
he was flung to the ground like those all around,
when he darn thing got stuck in his chain.
Round
seven, a scare, almost cost him a pair,
the gas cap flipped up as he showed.
The crowd was excited when his leathers ignited,
and the manager ran for a hose.
It was just
pure fate in heat number eight,
that he got to race in it at all.
The line to the head, that he’d come to dread,
had twenty-five out in the hall.
He was
first off the line in event number nine,
running full speed behind his machine.
In event number ten he fooled everyone when,
he won it!
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