Tattoos and Motorcycles

Tattoos are trendy these days, you can find them anywhere, and that’s just fine with me. I believe they’re very nice to look at and actually, tattooed people look better naked.

Apart from that, why have bikers always been addicted to ink?

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Killed by Death

Weekends are meant to be ridden, and so I did. As a loner, which is something is not putting on my nerves anymore, I just hit the road once again. Death is always round the corner.

I was feeling plentiful, the Triumph was roaring and devouring corners as usual, as you wouldn’t expect from a bike that long and heavy, and the scenery was delightful. A bit too fast some might say, but still great anyway.

It wasn’t until the end when other bikers started making signs advising me to slow down, and I thought of cops kindly giving speed tickets to sports bikes. I normally get away with them as they don’t expect a cruiser going that fast, and as sport bikes are much faster than me anyway I guess they ignore me a bit. But the possibility didn’t quite appeal  to me and I really slowed down.

I saw the cops, and broken pieces of motorcycles on the ground. Death was in our backs once again, and I guess that’s the toll we pay for such an amount of freedom. As long as it isn’t ourselves is just fine, right? Well, it’s not, but it is what it is. Poor devil losing his life as the car in front was leaking oil.

Bad shit.


I love being underground. I love going against the current. I love to shout it out loud and live my life the way I wanted.

My boots ain’t made for running, and I have nothing to run from. I always face my problems, and I never hide from who I am.

My expectations were a bit different since a very early age, and things like cinema or music were a bit different for me. I loved B series and hard rock albums. I used to wear heavy metal tees at high school and got their looks at all times.

I know dress in leather, ride a Speedmaster among Harleys and take things completely my way.

I don’t know what’s on the ground, but I assure you underground stuff is my thing.

Lost Woman Blues

As sad as a blues my life seems to go from time to time… everytime I fall in love, I am taken out. Everytime I love, there’s a toll I am not willing to pay

But what type of person would I be if I couldn’t overcome shit like a broken heart. Nothing but death will unsaddle me from my iron horse. If you don’t like the way I live, then you have no right to be around anymore, and get the fuck outta here