F 836

A couple of days ago I got an e-mail that I truly apprechiated. This was from a Swedish lady, Myrna. She wanted to share some photos of her Grandfather Gunnars Harley with me as well as she gave me a brief look into whom these folks in the photos where.
This early twenties IOE Harley belonged to Myrnas grandfather whom she never learned to know as he passed only 32 years young back in 1930.
Gunnar living in Gislaved used his Harley both as daily transport as well as it played a role in his bussiness making furniture.
A sidecar equipped Harley was what he needed to get that piece of furniture securely delivered to any customer.
Both pics below are dated from 1929, the children is Olle who later was to become Myrnas father, his sister Gunnel and brother Allan.
The lady beeing Gunnars wife Gerda, Myrnas grandmother.
Having said Myrna is Swede is not all true as her mother flied Norway at the age 18 during WWII ending up in Sweden on the back of Olles motorcycle!!













A picture showing Gunnar with wife in the sidecar, pillow passenger is unknown. This picture show another sidecar boot than the two previous.




This pic is taken in front of Gunnars furniture bussines. The Harleys sidecar boot is removed to transport furniture.




These pictures have given a brief look into peoples lifes who all since long have passed. Wonder what happened to F 836, it might still be around.

Thanks a lot Myrna for sharing, wish there where more people like yourself.

Micky Wrench luvs Taiwan Ted

I could have hung around all day...

... at Chopper Dave's unit in Hawaiian Gardens. So much cool stuff in every corner. I'd be a happy old codger if this was where I headed every day for work.

Look out for a feature on CD soon.

Never Is Always Forever

As I entered the garage my mouth began to feel weird, as if it was full of cat hair, I felt certain it was in my throath and lungs too, but I couldn't do anything about it. My spine was blazing out of control and out came enormous pallid wings with sharp silhouettes of two-edged swords, as the children of Israel rotaded my horizons. I’m the first and the last, alive and dead, living forever and never born. The three columns of self, space and time merged as one. No more separation of self and what’s not the self, personal identity and all of existence became one and the same. No past, present and no future, timeless entrapment, the now of eternity, the never of always.

At times when time slows way down I get concerned regarding my breathing, it kinda feels like I’m possibly dead. This is because when time slows down so dramatically it seems to be hours in-between each individual breath and heartbeat, or at least that's how I experience it...
Before I left the room I did an article about my friend Matte Hedenstrand’s Flathead Chop for DicE Magazine and when I spoke my voice were as many stormy waters and my eyes were like gas clouds with blueberry jam spilled in the middle.

In my melting hands were the keys to all hell and death, to all heavens and to all life as Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamus, Thyatira and the children of Israel waved me goodbye and hello. I need to go now I said, but I'll be back in time for the next DicE Magazine. One is none, none is one and one is everyone.

A super cool CFL I got to do SOME Paint work on

I got to do some of my work on these tins. They were already in a reddish maroon flake base them I shot some candy over that and then some old ghost paneling

Been busy today

Black and Silver