miércoles, 6 de octubre de 2010

1963 HONDA DREAM 305


It makes me happy. Simple and pure, rough and tough, I ain't never road a bike that had a soul till I rode on a Dream.

Forget the Guns and Stash the Beer!


When I came up to Swim in a bar he lifted his shirt and showed off 6 Victorias lining his waist like he was packing heat in a Mexican Cantina. " Hey Rog, ya wanna beer?" Of course how could I turn him down. Anyone with the forthought and balls to sneak in a full 6 pack of bottled beers has to be someone worth drinking with. I was so impressed with this that not long ago I had to give it a try myself. Of course I thought to myself I'll just carry in one beer hidden under my jacket. I felt like an outlaw making my way through the bouncers at the door. Once in I casually opened my 9 peso beer while rocking to an old Doors tune. It felt good to be a little crazy. Hey I still bought a couple more from the bar that night but the first one was more refreshing.

AQUI ES MI CAMINO


GRUPO " Aqui es mi camino"
Drama. To sum it up Mexico is full of Drama. Notice the hours of service. The timing is right. 8:30 is about the time everyone who wants a drink gets one. 2 times on the weekend, Friday and Saturday when the monkey is calling out to you!
What I find most interesting is how buff the chained Jesus like figure stands naked. A saintly loin cloth covers this near pornographic figure.
Y TU....CUANDO?