6/14/18

Asher Emerson

"In a dimly lit corner of an automotive restoration shop in Tempe, Arizona, there’s a giant dragon. It looms overhead, long and twisting and yellow, with flames thrown from a mouth adorned by a mustache. I look up from below, admiring its form, its size, then pull a few paper towels from the roll, dry my hands and exit the little bathroom in the back of Asher’s studio. On the walls there are tracing paper sketches of the human form with could-be tattoo designs covering their butt and backs. Traditional Irezumi art is everywhere. There’s a small drafting desk, a padded massage table and a big bendy light, which looks a little bit like that character from The Brave Little Toaster. Asher is standing in front of his computer, which casts a blueish glow over his upper half. He’s looking at something that he’s scanned, the outline of a design which he’ll soon paint onto the back of my leather motorcycle jacket."

I wrote about my friend Asher for Wayward. Hit this link and check out the piece I put together.

From the Phone - Vol.8

Most of this won't make much sense to anyone. It's just a bunch of photos pulled from my phone. Many of which are old, like maybe a year or more. Anyhow. At least I know what it all means, for now, while I'm still cognizant and not suffering from some kind of memory losing old-age disease. That said, the first five or six photos are contemporaneous - a lake in Arizona, an International Scout like the one I had, and a photo of my grandfather and his second wife. Those are followed by a random assortment of images that include a month long motorcycle trip around Italy (and France), drag racing on the East Coast, the stump of my grandmother's redwood tree, my father, my wiener, and a few negronis. It's a mish-mash. And something I haven't done in quite some time. So here goes. A pull from the ol' telephone memory book. If you want to see more, you can hit the FTP tag at the bottom of the post.

6/7/18

BTS | The South

We traveled throughout the South in April, filming the third episode of our show, Perpetual Motion, spending something like three weeks on the road. We'd been across the Bible Belt before. A few years back, on the same sort of bikes (see: Scouts Honor). From New Orleans to Key West, riding along the southern edge of America. We didn't take our time, however. We had a deadline in Daytona Beach, and were running out of money. This go around, though, we had a bit more of both - time and money. So we spent some time in New Orleans, where we drank ourselves silly and ate wonderful things. We then wandered into the bayou where we met some friendly fishermen who took us to a Civil War fort now surrounded by the sea. Afterwards, we headed to Birmingham, Alabama to see the greatest motorcycle museum on earth and kick back a few beers with an old friend and photographer, Raymond. Our next stop was Atlanta, Georgia to see Steve West, eat our annual donut, and do some drag racing with our friend and 11-time national champion, Rickey Gadson. From there we traveled to Charleston, South Carolina where we swapped motorcycles for sailing boats. Long story short, we'd met this dude, Chad, by chance a few months back in Baja. And he made the mistake of suggesting we come sailing on his boat some time. Dummy. After that? South to Jacksonville, Florida for the circus, then Daytona Beach to ride our bikes along the Atlantic Ocean. There's more, though... Drinking mezcal with a members of law enforcement, kickin' it with a couple of Eastern European contortionists, sitting on the disassembled Globe of Death, etc.

All of this and more will be featured in the forthcoming episode of our show. So, stay tuned for that.

In the interim, though, check out some of the behind-the-scenes photos I shot throughout the South...

5/31/18

Jacob Bromwell Vermonter Flask - Part Deux

28 months ago, Kyra gave me a gift. She had our friend Hobo Shane in Ohio carve a likeness of my little dual-sport - taken from a drawing our friend Doug in Denver had done about a year prior - onto a hand forged Jacob Bromwell flask. It was a gift unlike any other I'd received. I filled it with my favorite whiskey and took it with me everywhere. Across the country on motorcycles, twice. Off the coast of Africa. Into the Sierra Mountains where a friend poured hot sauce inside it as a prank. To the Bonneville Salt Flats and Baja, around England and just about everywhere else.

Then one night not too many months ago, someone broke into a friend's car and stole my stuff - camera equipment, clothing, riding gear and, perhaps most unfortunately, my beloved flask. Fuckers. If you're reading this, which I doubt, just know that if I see you sipping from that thing, you'll be removing it from your ass shortly thereafter. Anyhow... Fast forward to my birthday this year and guess what that goddamn woman got me, again? Yea, another flask to replace the one that had been nicked. This time, though, she had Shane carve a likeness of my Indian Scout sitting on the beach in Baja, from a photo I'd taken a few months earlier. Same Lana Turner quote, and same incredible craftsmanship, both from Hobo Shane and the boys and girls at Jacob Bromwell. So if you're in the market for an American made alcohol drinking apparatus, one that'll only get better with age, check out the Vermonter Flask.

Perpetual Motion | Baja Norte



In the last four years, Kyra and I have ridden more than 60k miles, explored 15 countries and been lucky enough to see the world from the seat of a motorcycle. Now with the help of our friend and filmmaker, Nathan, we've decided to create a new moto-travel series called Perpetual Motion.

In this episode, we go back to Baja on our Indian Scouts and spend three weeks exploring the northern half of the peninsula looking for waves to surf, tacos to eat and good times in a place we just can’t get enough of.

Brought to you by: WESTx1000, Indian Motorcycle, and Slabaugh Media.

With support from: SENA Bluetooth, Wolfman Luggage and Lost In Baja.

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5/3/18

Cigar City Brewing's Jai Alai India Pale Ale

First time I had a pint of Jai Alai (pronounced hi-uh-lie) was in Key West, at the end of a rather long motorcycle trip (see: this). The second pint was at the Ritz-Carlton in Orlando, Florida where I was accused of being a pimp by a gang of Gatorade employees (true story). The third time was in Paris (yea, that Paris), where a can sat serendipitously on the shelf of a small, but well stocked, beer store a few blocks from the flat we had rented. So to say my experiences with this illustrious IPA are extraordinary is an understatement. I could tell you that the fourth and fifth pints were also rather weird, but that's to be expected, no? Instead, what I should tell you is that this Tampa Bay creation is my absolute favorite at the moment, and offers the magic IPA equation I've come to discover: 70 IBU's and roughly 7(.5)% ABV. It's carried by citrus and fruit notes akin to my beloved West Coast IPAs, but is not a light golden color like its kinfolk. Instead, it's a more malty copper, perhaps thanks in part to the "bouquet of tangerine and candied orange peel." It is hop forward, though, proof of which came courtesy of my step-father Bruce's approval - a proper bitter beer fanatic. But it's also easy going for something that runs a cool 7.5% and has more hops than most. What was once hard to find, or at least offered an odd experience in the process, is now stocked at your local beer store (at least in Arizona and Texas). So if you see a can or tap of this tasty Tampa IPA, get after it. Assuming you like the same thing I like.

For those that give a fuck...

BeerAdvocate: 4.28/5

RateBeer: 99 Overall

Read more 'Brew Reviews' here.

4/2/18

BTS | Tejas

A behind-the-scenes look at the second episode of our forthcoming moto-travel show, Perpetual Motion. This time in Tejas, where we were lucky enough to tour the Stetson hat factory, visit a friend in Dallas who has the ultimate "office," ramble our way through the Hill Country, and then find our way onto a working ranch in West Texas. We ran into our friend, Alicia, ate soft-serve at Health Camp, and Kyra learned how to throw a rope from some guy named Stran. All of that and more!

3/29/18

Perpetual Motion Postcards | Baja Norte | Part One



An inflatable surf mat, swim fins and... a pair of Indian Motorcycles?

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3/28/18

Thirty Five Millimeter | Around Arizona

Sent three rolls up to Seattle to be processed and scanned at Panda Labs. The first roll was the last I shot with my long-loved Yashica T4, which was stolen, along with all of my other camera equipment, a few months back. Long, shitty story. The other two rolls were shot with an old Olympus Stylus point-and-shoot that I picked up on eBay; the same camera my father gave me for Christmas in 1998 (?). The collection of images is sort of an amalgamation of events and people and other strange shit that happened in Arizona this winter. Suppose I should let the photos speak for themselves.

Check out more of my 35mm musings here.

3/17/18

Faheem Rashad Najm



This guy. 12 million views, huh? So dank. So... Gospel?

Thirty Five Millimeter | Washington, D.C.

In the winter of '87, I traveled to our country's capital, Washington, D.C. I took photographs using one of those fancy new Yashica T4 cameras with the Carl Zeiss glass, and some of that Ilford HP5 (?) film. My father was with me. We saw where The Trump resides, drank rye whiskey and long neck Budweiser at the Round Robin, visited the theater where Lincoln lost his lid (too soon?), and saw kids do tricks on skateboards. It was eye opening. Our nation's capitol, amidst great change, with people of all the creeds and colors converging. And so I left wanting more. Good thing I've got thirty years.

Check out more of my 35mm musings here.

3/10/18

Mainly We Work, David...



"No, I don't do that... I'm a binge writer."

But this one is better, because, Conan.