i been to georgia on a fast train

last summer,
morning after i bought the 75' ironhead... lady up in pompano sold it dirt cheap to me 'cause she needed cash to get her boyfriend out of jail. i didn't know a lick about bikes. i kicked the thing probably 50 times at 11 o' clock--sweatin' in the humid florida night. on that last kick, right before she roared to life, my knee popped out of place! i hobbled around before i could put weight on it again and ride home. that knee has been kinda jacked ever since. 

rusty ass pipes, salt deposits from setting outside by the beach, oil leaks, intake leaks, dirty carb, frayed wires, and loose bolts--but godamnit, she's mine.

signature kevin with a tiny ass fish photo. key biscayne.

went to new york for a few days that summer

brooklyn

winter in nc...

tex and his ford

corn and his dodge

truckin' grain

little warm spell hit and we made it out to cherokee to skate--d got hit the night before by somethin' else...

channel air

sunrise

my rig

dr. han came down and killed two pigs--the old fashioned way--for chinese new year.

i got all my country learning, milking and a-churning
pickin' cotton, raisin' hell, and bailing hay

i been to georgia on a fast train honey
i wasn't born no yesterday
i got a good christian raisin' and an eight grade education
i don't need ya'll treatin' me this way