Negative Nelly

Word on the news front is snow in the bay area. Have a feeling it's been more of the news "hook" for the week. Or maybe a news "net" if we're trying to catch the largest school of tv watching fish. Last night it was only mid 40's. Really not trying to be bitter betty as of late but I just don't see it happening.

That being said, I really really, by some strange stroke of global warming, hope it snows, and a lot.

California Raisins are Mean Mothers...

Please don't watch these right before you sleep.

...or search youtube for James Kuhn.

Golden State Raisins

Automotive / Emotive

Car shots usually fall into the categories of details, profile, or action.

But is there such a thing as car "portraits"? Can you capture the personality of an automobile?

Wikiknoweverything says:

A portrait is a painting, photography, sculpture, or other artistic representation of a person in which the face and it's expression is predominate. The intent is to display the likeness, personality, and even the mood of the person.

Maybe I personify inanimate objects too often, especially transportation and or tools.

But when I look at the 40 on this day, oh so long ago, I see more then just an old car on a dried out lake bed.

The history predating it's return to roadworthy-ness (just add ness if you can't think of the correct word) involved dropping yellows, and dropping throttle greens. Like most race horses, it's good parts were studded out and the rest went to sit, ready for the glue factory. A friend travis, confusing it for an old work mule, saved it from its eventual destiny of perpetual restorer-baiting and put it into service as a grand canyon tour mule.

The green 40 seems very proud and confident. It's got the character and swagger of an explorer. It wears the scars of age and experience, with the smile and blind foresight of a child. It's not bitter or angry at what it got dealt, but rather displays a sense of confidence. Like a proud dog, it sits with it's chin held high, it knows exactly what it is, and exactly what it can be.

Perhaps you have to treat things as human, to see the humanity in them.

Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Cowboys.

Marina

Brothers from different mothers? Same Marina? I'm on a boat mother f*cker?

These guys are at least blood brothers.

Hippies......

A photo

for wednesday. Hurrah.

If you don't like it, you don't have to dance.

Rude boy's never give up their guns.

Moth to...

Can't complain about another soggy San Francisco day. Even with holes in my shoes. Got to see a really good old friend French Ben and some new ones too.

Standing on the top of a place with the same name (but nothing to do with) a David Lynch tv show.
Went up to drop the cb77 and some photos off for the unfinished projects show at the newly opened Moto SF Gallery on 8th and Folsom.
The Jason's did a great job for their first event, thanks for the invite and hospitality. Ended up being a pretty good time.

Shows going to be running through March 4th from 2-6pm tuesday through friday if your in the city and want to support these guys. Gallery is right upstairs from the MotoSF shop. (Last two photos stolen from Lori Hooper)

Zap!

Days gone by. A shot from a good day.

the mayor of portland is missing

Testing Testing One Two Three

Super thankful for the last few days. Camping trips with only beer, sleeping bags, and processed meat. Inventing games that involve throwing large rocks. Back ally sf bars. Secret rooftop spots. Lots of fog. Twin Peaks rain walks. Towed cars. Walking neighborhood through neighborhood with soaked feet. Tow Yards. Half way decent Daily City Italian food. Good times, friends old and new.

Screwing around with time lapse a few weeks ago while in SD.

Untitled from Luke Brown on Vimeo.

The Mission Trail

Like I already said, I went to San Diego to help Tp in finishing up his RPU "Chief" for the Grand National Roadster Show, pack some things up, and see a few friends.

Thursday afternoon load in before the crowds. Tp, waxing poetic.
There was some motorcycle thing that weekend too. Good excuse to ride around with friends and mess with pedestrians.
Red means stop. Green means go! go! go! This thing seems like way too much fun.
Vibration Station... Blasting down the groovies with one of my favorites to ride with. Keri, overloaded as always, still pulling away from me on the 94.
Stop light party, before the parking lot party.
Dana Danger and I rode up the coast so she could show me the latest in vented motorcycle foot wear. Glider Point near the city of the Jewel.
Headed to tower bar for charm you can only find in city heights.
Nickel plated framed funktastic swing armed goodness.
Got some good gifts from friends too. Keri rode in the women's division at this years Catalina Grand Prix. Thanks again!
And an epic stolen idol from the local San Diego Free Mason Lodge. Friend thought she would be hunted down by the secret society so I'm leading them off her trail by taking it up to San Jose.
Bicycle truck bed Jinga at it's finest. I learned to load from the best.
Last meal. Adobada fries and jamica.
I guess this means I'm officially back in the north republic for a bit. Where's the reset button?

The Muslims

...or The Soft Pack. Or what ever they may or may not call them selves now a days.

The Muslims self titled is either going to get me through this week, or make me miss SD even more. Either way, I'll be singing in my truck and driving around... anyone want to go for a ride?