As a child, I loved motorcycles. They were a symbol of somebody riding alone. Total individuality. I had many bikes. Some of them I built from a junk yard, some, should have remained in the junk yard.
One of my best memories on bikes is with my fraternity brother (Phi-Sigma-Alfa) college room mate and now, next door neighbor. While in college, it's amazing we survived all the motorcycle stunts we pulled. I believe he is the only one who has shared my passion and at times, insanity. I dedicate these images to him, Vincent.The closest I will ever come to having a brother. This one is for you Vince!