“This entire generation seems to have become pussies, you know? Nobody seems to enjoy themselves much anymore. They are all knocking each other down for enjoying themselves.” ―
It’s crazy how many muscle cars one would find at the average car dealer in the late ’60s/early ’70s – Chargers, Challengers, Roadrunners, Super Bees…
Got hair in a girl that flows to her bones and a comb in her pocket if the wind get blown. Stripes on her eyes
We all wear down. We cannot keep the wheels spinning endlessly. Sometimes the engine just needs a break. A solemn pause from the ongoing rattling
“The joy of riding a motorcycle is out of this world. The thrill of riding in the hills and mountains is an opiatic addiction.” ―
On the morning of July 4, 1999, a Ryder truck holding Sonic Youth’s massive collection of one-of-a-kind modified touring gear (amps, drums, pedals, guitars) was
Robert Pete Williams, bluesman from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, captured here in the process of improvising a new composition, Scrap Iron Blues, in 1971. Not only
Allen Millyard is a man of particular vision. A nuclear engineer and literal rocket surgeon from Berkshire, United Kingdom, Millyard has made it his life’s