this pic is kinda small and you can't see the details, but this dude was cool. i took this pic a few years back at rhody daze fest. he was riding this old flathead 45 trike he'd fabbed up. he hung out by himself and was wearing white socks with black shoes and was not even trying to be cool like all the young (and old) posers you see everywhere these days (me too probably).
but what was epic about his ride was ...well...two things.
he'd made a battery box out of cherry wood or some shit and it had been stained a la natural by weather and grease and was fucking beautiful. (he'd also hand hammered a brass dash that was cool)
but what was cool was watching the crowd gather to watch him kick it over. he kicked...and kicked...and kept his cool...and kicked...she roared to life. he smiled. the crowd cheered. he rode off into the sunset.