(Happy?) New Year

Tomorrow is new years eve, and I'll probably be asleep before midnight.  I really don't care.  How did this even become an event/holiday?  Is there anyone that actually believes that Jan.1 will be any fuckin' different from Dec. 31?  Sure, you gotta spend a couple of weeks trying to remember to write 2011 on your checks, but what the hell is really gonna change?  Does anyone actually stick to their new years resolutions?  I'm gonna lose weight- I'm gonna be a better person- I'm gonna stop smoking- I'm gonna quit drinking- BULLSHIT!  Do you really believe that anything is gonna change because you wore a silly hat, got drunk, and yelled 'whoo-hoo' at 12:00:01?  In fact, you're gonna start your 'new' year with a hangover- sounds like a pretty shitty start to me.  I've got some things I'd like to accomplish in 2011, but I'm not making any new years resolutions.  2010 sucked, 2009 was no fuckin' prize, and I'm not holding out much hope for 2011.  I can tell you some things that I'm pretty sure will happen in 2011, and these are not some kind of fancy Nostradamus-like predictions- they're pretty easy to see coming.  People will get dumber (happens every year).  The Government will fuck us some more (also happens every year).  We'll all get older- I'm lookin' at 44 in February.  I'll get angrier and more bitter (that happens every year too).  So Happy Fuckin' New Year, I'm off to spend 40 minutes or so on the eliptical- No, it wasn't a resolution, just something I started doing a year and a half or so ago to try to fend off the Grim Reaper.

Frank's Bomb-Nurse

Tattooed my friend Frank today.  Five hours on the ribs- I know that had to suck, but Frank stuck it out.  Personally I would have preferred to have done the tattoo in 2 sittings- it's hard for someone to sit through that much tattooing in a sensitive area like that, but Frank sat like a trooper.  It had to get done in just the one sitting today because Frank leaves for a double-super, top-secret, undisclosed location (via Texas) on the 2nd.  This was Frank's 'Pre-Deployment' tattoo.  I wish I could take credit for the sweet ass design, but it was drawn for Frank by Vince from Holland.  No, I don't know his last name, but I do know where ya can see more of his cool designs- Right here: VeniVidiVince

Anyway, here's a pic of Frank's new tattoo.  He's gonna get someone to snap a couple of healed pics and I'll post those when I get 'em.

And here's a healed pic of the Bat I did in the pit of Frank's elbow a couple of months ago.  Apparently Frank only has me tattoo really painful areas of his body.

Many thanks to Frank and all of the rest of the men and women in our armed forces for all they do.  Stay safe in the Iraqistanarabia there, Franky.

Now, just in case any of the 4 or 5 people who actually read this have been wondering what kind of fool writes a goofy ass blog like this one, it's this kind:

Good Riddance 2010

2010 has been a pretty shitty year in my opinion.  The economy still sucks- I know things have gotten better in some parts of the country, but not here in Georgia.  As of November, Georgia's unemployment rate is still over 10%- this certainly doesn't help my business.  Tattoos are a luxury item- I'm not selling food or gas or something else that people can't live without.  This time last year, I almost had to close my shop.  The only thing that saved me was the fact that my landlords lowered my rent in an attempt to help keep me open.  They knew that if I left, they would just end up with one more empty, un-rentable space in the strip.  I have also been a good tenant for almost 9 years, who doesn't cause any problems and always pays the rent on time.  Somehow in this shitty economy, the shitbag hipsters still think that it's a good idea to keep opening more and more tattoo shops, doing cheap shitty tattoos for cheap ass customers.  A shitty economy creates 'price shoppers'.  People looking for the cheapest price on tattoos- they're uneducated consumers who don't care about quality- they just want to get heavily tattooed for as little money as possible.  I do good tattoos, and good tattoos don't come cheap- my time and expertise is worth a certain amount of money, and I will not do bargain tattoos and lower myself to the level of the shit shops.  I actually have people ask me for prices on tattoos and say things like, "Now, I don't make a lot of money".  You know what motherfucker, because of cheap ass, low class people like you, I don't make a lot of money anymore either!
Last week, my car broke down, costing me just under 1 thousand dollars to fix- I suppose I can't complain too much as I have gotten just over 100,000 relatively problem free miles out of her, but that $1000 was still a big hit to the wallet.  I also spent the whole week all sick and fucked up with some horrible stomach bug.  Merry Fuckin' Christmas.
There's also the fact that we have an anti-capitalist president that wants to tax us all to death to support people that don't work for a living.  One more thing that is most certainly not helping my business.
There are other things that made 2010 a pretty shitty year, but I am not going to discuss my personal life in a freakin' blog.
So, 2010, you can go fuck yourself!  Hopefully 2011 will be a better year- I'm not sure how, but I guess I can hope.  Hell, our president won an election on 'hope'.

Fuck You People, Carla's New Outfit & Starbucks

Did this tattoo Saturday.  As usual, I got shitty pics, but I'll post it again when I get healed pics.  I love tattoos like this.

Carla is getting a new outfit this winter.  In case you didn't know, Carla is my 09 VStar 950.  She's getting new fenders, bags and a fairing.  Got started on this project on Sunday.  My buddy Jason helped immeasurably.  We got the fairing mounted- it's a Tsukayu fairing that was supposed to mount easily using Memphis Shades quick release windshield brackets.  Well, it wasn't fuckin' easy!  I guess it would have been easy if I had liked where it sat on the bike using the included mounts, but I didn't.  So, we had to modify the mounts, which negated the 'quick release' function.  In fact, it is now anything but quick release- in order to remove the fairing, the headlight bucket now has to be removed, which is a project all by itself due to the amount of wiring that's mounted inside the bucket.  We also got the front fender modified and mounted.  The fenders are from a VStar 1100- I wanted longer fenders.  The rear fender is not mounted yet, it's just sitting on the bike in the position I want it.  Yesterday I drilled the bags for the lights.  I want a cleaned up rear end, so I am going with a run-turn-brake set up mounted in the bags.  The bags are also from Tsukayu, but I don't foresee the any issues with the mounting for them (we'll see what happens).  The stock seat is not going to fit with the new rear fender, so I'm planning on making a fiberglass seat pan and doing the padding myself- I'll have someone that knows what they're doing cover it for me.  I'll probably have it done by Tim from Outlaw Custom Seats.  My friend Joey will be doing the paint for me, and then I'll be doing some pinstriping and maybe some gold leafing.  Here's a few pics of how she's sitting right now.

Now, Starbucks.  I HATE STARBUCKS!  Not in the it's hip to hate Starbucks because everyone loves Starbucks way, or in the Hippy-Ass it's cool to hate giant corporations way.  I just hate their shitty coffee.  They're blend sucks.  Sure, if you go there and get some kinda double fuckachino, pumpkin latte bullshit with sprinkles and whipped cream it might be OK, but that's not coffee.  That's not even a beverage at that point- it's fuckin' dessert.  I want coffee- Black.  Fucking.  Coffee.  And I think that their blend of coffee sucks if ya just want coffee.  I like good coffee, I like espresso- a double espresso with a shot of sambuca is nice after dinner.  At home, I like to grind my own beans for a nice fresh cup 'o' joe.  I've even been known to order coffee beans online from Jamaica- MMMMMM, Blue Mountain Coffee.  But, you can keep your shitty Starbucks.  The coffee at Quick Trip is way better than that bitter ass Starbucks shit.  Dunkin Donuts- now that's a cup of coffee!  So, I'll stick with coffee from QT or Dunkin Donuts and you people can have your overpriced, over-sweet, coffee-dessert thing.

Tattoos from the weekend

Worked on Jeremy's Jaws leg yesterday.  Did a shot of the shark eating the boat- lotsa fun.

Finished up Joleen's tattoo for her parents on Friday.  She'll be back for me to get some nice healed pics. For now, all I have is a half-healed/half-fresh picture- always hate those.  Got a nice glare on it too, so all around, it's a shitty picture.

Now, since I haven't done it in a couple of months, here's the shameless self promotion- just in time for your Christmas shopping:

Here's some of the sweet-ass stuff I have for sale in my Zazzle shop-

Remember, if ya wanna see all the cool stuff I have in my Zazzle shop, you'll have to create a Zazzle account and set your 'Maturity Level' to 'R'.

http://www.zazzle.com/flyingfrog

And here's some of the super cool shirts I have available at my Speradshirt shop.  These would be perfect rolled up and stuffed in a stocking.

http://flyingfrog.spreadshirt.com/

Helmet, Tattoos, and some cool Music

Finished up the Breast Cancer Helmet for Jeremy.  Keep an eye out for it on his blog.... http://muttincycles.blogspot.com/

Worked on the big rib panel eagle a little more over the weekend.  Got all the background shading done. Once again, the guy sat like a rock.

Tattooed Ryan today.  Ryan was a regular customer of Guillermo's.  Now that Guillermo has moved to Uruguay, I have inherited Ryan.  A couple of weeks ago, Guillermo did a MOM dagger on the side of Ryan's Neck.  Today, I did a DAD dagger on the other side.  Kinda hard to get a good pic of a fresh tattoo on the side of a neck, but he'll be back and I'll post healed pics.

Here's a couple of things that I picked up recently that are pretty cool.  The first is the new Raw Power CD.  Raw Power are one of my favorite bands.  Raw Power have been cranking out furious Italian hardcore since 1981.  In 2002, one of the founding members- Guiseppe died from a heart attack while playing soccer.  The band continued on with the only original member being Guiseppe's brother, Mauro.  They had stated that they would continue, but would not do any new recordings.  Thankfully, they changed their minds and just released 'Resuscitate'.  The new record is probably the best thing they have done since the time of 'Screams From the Gutter' and 'Wop Hour'.   For more info on this great band, you can check out their website here: http://www.rawpowerhardcore.com/

The other one, is the new OFF record.  OFF is Keith Morris' new project.  You know, Keith Morris of the Circle Jerks and Black Flag fame.  Keith went back to his roots and put out a record that sounds like it could have come out in the early 80's.  16 songs in 18 minutes.  If you're a fan of real hardcore, give it a listen.  You can stream the entire CD on line at http://digital.thinkindie.com/playlist/?ALBUM_ID=153513

In Progress Helmet and some Hard Bags

Working on a helmet for my friend Jeremy.  Jeremy does a lot of stuff to raise money for breast cancer- someone donated the helmet to him, and I'm donating the painting.  When it's done, Jeremy will have it for sale on his blog: http://muttincycles.blogspot.com/

Jeremy even built a breast cancer bike.  Here's a couple of pics of the bike:

Sorry, the pics are kinda shitty.  I took 'em at the World of Wheels show- I'm sure that Jeremy has much better pictures of the bike, but ya get what I got- deal with it.

You can also listen to Jeremy (and Pauly) on Tuesday nights from 8-10pm on Garage71.com.

Here's a couple of pics of the helmet as it is right now.  Still gotta do the cancer ribbons on the sides and some magenta striping.  I'll probably work on it when I get home tonight.

Did some simple striping on some hard bags for Jailhouse Choppers yesterday:

And, Happy Freakin' Thanksgiving.  Go eat some turkey and pass out on the couch.

Wedding Portraits and my Dumb Tattoos

Here's a shot of a tattoo I started yesterday.  This is the customers parents wedding photo.  The Photo was cropped, so I added the roses and vines around the portraits to frame it.  You can't really make up the top of someone's head, so it needed some kind of border.  The roses will be done in color.   She didn't want to sit for the coloring, and I really can't blame her- after 5 and a half hours I woulda been done too.

Also, I got tattooed again the other day, and of course it's a stupid tattoo.  Pretty much all I get any more are dumb tattoos that make me laugh.  All those stupid TV shows have lead people to believe that tattoos have to have some deep meaning- Fuck That!  The majority of my tattoos have no meaning or significance- I liked the design or the idea made me laugh.  Stop being so damn serious all the time- you'll have more fun that way.  The new one is a tattoo of a slice of house special- it was done by Guillermo.  I'm also posting pics of my slice of bacon, done by my friend Jason, and the chip on my shoulder done by Jamie.

Eagles, Toilets, and Popcorn...Oh My.

Started this eagle rib panel last night- lots of fun.  Guy sat like a rock, so I got this thing lined in just under an hour and a half.

Painted a toilet seat for a guy I know.  Actually I'm pretty sure it's for his wife- unless he has a secret alter ego that I haven't met.

The last time I bought Girl Scout cookies, I got them from a large black man that was in my tattoo chair, so I guess that it's only appropriate that I purchased some Boy Scout popcorn from a tall white guy in a leather vest, riding a Road King.  I remember when the Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts of America actually sold their treats themselves- now their parents do all the selling.  The popcorn is actually quite tasty- I got the Chocolate Caramel Crunch, but the Boy Scouts really need to take some packaging clues from the Girl Scouts.  I don't think the packages of Girl Scout Cookies have changed in at least 20 years- aside from the fact that they keep changing the inner trays to hold less and less cookies each year, but at least the boxes look like a box of cookies.  The first thing that popped into my head when I saw the bag of popcorn from the Boy Scouts was DOG FOOD.  Even the color choices remind me of a bag of dog food.  To prove my point, I did a little quick photoshopping....

You have the right to GET THE FUCK OUT!

Saw this news story this morning.  This certainly isn't the first time that I have heard something like this before, but it pisses me off EVERY TIME.  A 13 year old boy in California was told by the school principal that he couldn't fly the American flag from the back of his bicycle while on school grounds.  WHAT THE FUCK!  Here's a clip from the news:

 

I'm gonna say it again- WHAT THE FUCK!  Has this country gone so PC-hippie-ass-liberal that we can no longer fly the American flag without someone complaining?  In the news story they stated that the reason was because of 'racial tensions'.  Racial tensions?  You're telling me that people can move here from a foreign country and complain about the fact that they don't like seeing the American flag because it offends them, and somebody will actually listen and sympathize with them?  FUCK YOU!  I wouldn't move to France and start telling people that the french flag offends me (well, I wouldn't move to France anyway).  THIS IS AMERICA.  There is NEVER a time- not a day, not an hour, not one single minute- when it is in any way wrong to fly the American flag.  I fly a flag from my front porch 365 days a year, and if someone were to ever tell me that they were offended by my flag, I would tell them to get the fuck off my property.  If they didn't leave, I would show them that I not only support the 1st amendment, I also support the 2nd amendment.  If you are living in America and you are offended by the American flag, you have the right to get the fuck out!  Go back to where ever you came here from- we don't want you here.  If you were born here and you are so fuckin'  PC that you feel that the American flag shouldn't be flown because it might offend someone that moved here, then you need to move to some country full of overly sensitive pussies.  Hell, pull a Johnny Depp and move to France.  We don't want you here either.  And, Mr. Depp moving to France until, as he said, "America is a kinder, gentler country" sure as hell is no great loss to this country.

The 3 Amigos, Stupid Tattoos & Gratuity Included.

So, I've lost my Good Clean Fun Family, and I'm really not happy about it.  To me, Good Clean Fun has always been Dave, Jamie and Guillermo.   I have been open since 1997.  Jamie worked for me from 1997 to 2008, then moved back to Syracuse.  Guillermo has been with me since 2000, and is moving back to Uruguay at the end of this month.  We all worked together for a long time- much longer than is typically common in the tattoo business.  They are my best friends and I truly do consider them 'family'.  Jamie may come back some day- he's really not happy in NY, but there are other factors involved too, so I'm really can't count on it.  I guess I'll have to hire another tattooer, but finding someone that can fill either Jamie or Guillermo's shoes is probably out of the question.  Over the years we had about a million laughs- lots of good times.  Just like family, we would occasionally disagree, but we'd get over it.  Since Guillermo is leaving and this may be the last time that we're all together at once, Jamie came down to visit for one last weekend of good times (and stupid tattoos).  If you've been in this business for a long time, you probably remember a guy by the name of Ted Nayden that drew flash for Spalding and Rogers during the 80's.  His work was horrible- poorly drawn, ugly-ass designs.  Just the kind of stupid thing we could all get to commemorate out friendship and years together.  So, we tattooed each other today.  Just to make things even more stupid, both Guillermo and I tattooed shirtless- kinda like the pics you see of old tattooers.  Added some filters to those pics to give them a vintage look.  So, here's some stupid pics of us doing each other's tattoos.

Jamie tattooing Me.  Where the hell are my pants?

Guillermo tattooing Jamie

Me tattooing Guillermo

Now, here's a picture of the stupid tattoo that all three of us got.  Each of us is missing a tooth due to some dental nightmare.  No, we're not a bunch of toothless hillbillies- Mine and Guillermo's are both a bottom molar and Jamie's is a top molar.  So just to make it even more stupid, we each got an appropriate tooth on the tattoo blacked out.  As if that wasn't stupid enough, we also added a gold tooth to each tattoo (maybe now, we'll all have to get a gold tooth).

Here's a few picture of the 3 Amigos- some taken at the shop and a couple taken outside Fogo De Chao, where we went to dinner last night.  Of course, we're acting stupid in most of them.

'Gangsta'

What is Jamie doing to Guillermo in this picture?

I love you guys and I'll miss you (yeah, I know, kinda gay).  Good Clean Fun will truly never be the same without you.  Best of luck to Guillermo with his new life in the wilds of South America.

Since that was kinda sappy, here's a bonus rant- Gratuity Included.  I hate those words.  We all went out to dinner last night at our favorite restaurant- Fogo De Chao.  It's a churrascaria- a Brazilian Barbecue, where you can overstuff yourself with lots of delicious meat (some of it wrapped in bacon).  When the bills came (we were paying separately), there was that line on the bill- Gratuity Included.  Man, I hate that!  I tip well, as do the people I know.  We work in an industry where people tip us, so we know how to tip.  I generally tip somewhere between 20 and 25 percent.  Tipping is not mandatory, it's a tip- it's meant to show your appreciation for good service, it should not be included on the bill.  I understand that there are many places that include a gratuity on bills for larger parties.  That almost makes sense to me because you will invariably end up with the one douche bag that pulls a Mr. Pink and says, "I don't tip"- cheap ass motherfucker.  But even though it was a decent size party, we were all paying separately, so in my opinion, the bills should not be treated as a party.  I don't need to be told what tip to leave- I can figure it out on my own, and there's a 99% chance that I'm gonna leave more if you don't tell me what to leave.  I wonder what would happen if they included it on the bill and you refused to pay it?  I wonder how people would react if I charged them an 18% gratuity on their tattoos?

Here's a picture of the beautiful, beautiful, house special picanha at Fogo.  It's actually worth being told how much to tip.

Pink Flowers

Here's something that both irritates and amuses me.  I get a lot of dumb guys in the shop with stupid ideas about tattoos and what they're going to tell the rest of the world about the wearer.  I don't know how many times I've gotten ready to start a tattoo and had the customer look at the colors I have set out and say something like "Hey Man, what's that pink for?"  Well, the pink is for the Panther's gums.  Then I'll hear, "No Man, I can't have no pink in me, make them gums red".  Really?  You mean like the Panther has some gum disease.  Look at that, that panther should have gone to the dentist more often, his gums are bleeding.  Would someone please teach the panthers of the world to floss.  I hear the same kind of dumb shit when it comes to flowers.  "Man I like that tattoo, but ya gotta take them flowers out of it, I can't have no flowers tattooed on me".  Are you really that concerned with what people might think?  People are gonna think what they're gonna think.  I've already decided that you're a fuckin' moron, with or without a pink flower tattooed on you.  I have tattoos of flowers- they make nice tattoos.  I also have pink in many of my tattoos- it's a nice color.  In fact, one of my tattoos has a 2 inch high pink star in it.  I didn't wake up the day after getting that tattoo spooning with some dude.  If you're really that worried that someone might think you're gay, then you actually might be gay.  So, go ahead, get that pink flower tattoo, suck some guys dick, buy some cd's of show tunes and go to the gay pride parade.  Come on out of the closet.  Maybe you can even find some pink camouflage pants so your redneck buddies will still hang out with you.

Spider Skull Helmet and a Little Bitching

Finished up the Spider Skull Helmet last night.  This is another of the Daytona German Style Novelty Helmets.  Of course, it's for sale.  Gimme $150 and it could be sitting on your noggin.

Now, here's a couple of things that really bug me.  They both have to do with stupid things that stupid kids say.  Maybe I'm just getting older and doing the 'these damn kids' thing, but I don't think so.  The first is the misuse of the word 'random'.  I hear kids in my shop say things like 'Jimmy just got a tattoo of a cross- that's so random'  and 'You have a tattoo that says Good Clean Fun? That's so random'.  Listen you dopey little fuck, those are not random occurrences.  'Jimmy' came into the shop and picked out the cross he wanted and had it applied to his body.  There was nothing random about it.  He didn't spin a fuckin' wheel and have it land on 'stupid cross tattoo'.  My Good Clean Fun tattoo is not random- I own Good Clean Fun, I put thought into getting that tattoo- I didn't pick it out of a fish bowl full of tattoo ideas.

Here's the other one- MINUTE.  I've been hearing people abuse the word minute for a couple of years now.  They say things like 'I haven't seen you for a minute' when in reality its been 3 months.  I would  accept 'I haven't seen you for a while'- that makes sense.  But, minute?  It's been way more than a minute.  They also say things like 'that's a big tattoo- it musta taken a minute'.  Actually, it took about 6 and a half hours- that's 390 minutes you dopey bastard.

I know these things shouldn't bother me as much as they do, BUT THEY DO!  So stop saying minute when you're talking about a time period that's obviously longer than a minute.  And, you need to realize that very little in life is actually random.  Is your life a total fuckin' crap shoot, where you have no idea what's happening?

Fuckin' Kids.

Sand Bastard part 2, Helmet, and some Tattooing

Finished up the tins for the Sand Bastard bike yesterday.  Here's some pics.  I'll post more pictures after the parts have their final coat of clear.

Got back to work on the Spider Skull helmet last night.  I might even finish it up tonight...we'll see...

Here's a nice healed pic of Keith's chest.  I'm also posting a before picture since it's a cover up.  While he was in I got some nice pics of all the stuff I did on his arm, so I'm putting those up here too.

Sand Bastard

Working on the tins for the 'Sand Bastard' Bike.  Spent a good while today working on the gas tank and the fender.  I did the oil tank on Friday.  Still got a good amount of work to do on this.  I need to do some striping on the tank.  I will also be doing a border stripe on the tank, similar to what I have started on the fender.  The fender still needs a second color- think I'm gonna go with Crimson.  I'll post more pics as I get more done with this project.  I also hope to get some nice pics after the pieces have been cleared, and of course, of the finished bike.

Here's a tattoo that I started on Saturday.  The customer wanted 9 specific flowers, and they all had to fit under a short sleeve, so there wasn't enough room to do much with it aside from getting them all in there.

Hell On Wheels Trophy

Did this last night.  It was kind of a rush job- they need it for the 'Hell On Wheels' Festival this weekend.  I didn't make the trophy, just did the painting.  Pauly from Jailhouse Choppers made the trophy out of a part from an Apache Helicopter.

Gonna go home tonight and get started on the tins for the 'Sand Bastard' bike- that's gonna be fun.

Dumb-ass customer of the day

Well, so far at least- there's 6 hours to go, so ya never know...

I'm in the middle of eating my lunch.  Big fake titty blond comes in the shop looking for lettering going down her side (yeah, that's original).  She has it printed on a sheet of paper but it's small and pixely.  She shows it to me and asks how much it will cost.  I tell her that I don't know, because I have to get it to the right size first and then I can give her a price.  She says,"well, can you do that?"

I tell her,"Sure, as soon as I finish my lunch"

She says,"there's something else I want too, but it's on google and you'll need to print it out, do I have to wait for that too?"

"As soon as I finish my lunch, I can help you with both of them."

Now, she's obviously irritated that she can't have what she wants RIGHT NOW.  But I don't give a fuck.  I get a lunch break just like everyone else.  So, she sits down and waits.  A few minutes later I finish my sandwich and ask her what site she found the lettering on.  She says it's on fontspace.com.  So, I get on line to look it up.  I ask her if she knows the name of the font and she tells me, No, but if I scroll down to 'handwritten' on the left side and click that, it's the 4th of 5th font on the page.   Well, there's no 'handwritten' on the side.  I tell her that and she shows me that on her phone, there is.  

I say,"pages aren't always the same on the computer as they are on your phone"

She says,"Never mind, it's all good" and starts to gather up her crap and walk out.

I ask, "What are you getting all pissed off about?"

On her way out the door, she says "You're a fuckin asshole", and leaves.

Now, I had every intention of searching around on the site to find the stupid font she wanted for her stupid tattoo.  Apparently, trying to help people makes you an asshole.  I guess I just wasn't getting it done fast enough for her liking.

I hope she gets a really shitty, fucked up tattoo that she has to live with for the rest of her life.

Start of a Helmet

Started this helmet last night.  I started with a loose sketch of what I wanted to do- some kinda crazy spider skull thing.

Then I painted some webs:

Then I laid down an Emerald Green base color for the spider.

That's as far as I got on this last night.  I'll probably get it finished up in the next week or so, but I picked up a couple of projects today, so the helmet will have to wait.  The first is the 'Sand Bastard' bike.  I picked up the painted tins from Jailhouse Choppers this morning (I'll post pics as I work on this one).  While I was there, I got talked into painting a trophy for this weekend's 'Hell On Wheels' show, so I guess I'll be working on that tonight.

Another Helmet and some Tattoos

Here's another helmet I did recently.  This is a Large Daytona DOT 3/4 Helmet, and it can be yours for $150.

Here's a healed picture of the Black and Gray Feather Tattoo I posted a while back, and a picture of a goofy bat tattoo I did in the pit of my friend Frank's elbow.

While I'm at it, here's a T-Shirt design that cracks me up.  Remember, there is no such thing as 'PC' here.