HOW
TO PROTECT YOUR RIDE
Here I am clutching my new friend, Wes. This is a reminder to all liars n' thieves to never even think of stealing my bike, Tigerlily, or me.
Oh, I might be inside a truck stop getting a nice cup of coffee, or tinkling. I might even be shopping at the Dollar Store, or bartending at my favorite Redneck bar -- and you may think that I can't see you...but I can.
Ya see, Tigerlily and I are bonded by a third eye.
And I will dash out so quickly to my beloved bike, if ever she signaled trouble to me, -- indeed, you will see me calmly stroll up to you, with Wes. And then, again, you may not even see me, but will hear a slight click. . .
and that slight click, means
RUN.
disclaimer: I am kidding. Don't take these images to heart. I can't even harm a bug. I have an entire bug rescue kit that I made so that I can rescue bugs that find their way into my house. All bugs. Even roaches and spiders. They are cute and have mothers and fathers and were babies at one time. So I rescue them from the confines of my house and bring them back into the outdoors and place them in a safe and happy environment from which they can journey and reunite with friends and family. These images were taken in good fun and so forth. photos: Carlos Torres, a bad ass biker dude.
