Cabover Kevin

I met “Cabover Kevin” Young at the 2012 Truckin’ For Kids show in Irwindale. We tried for the longest time to hook up for a shoot but he kept getting called up to pull   oil rig pumps on a ten axle trailer back and forth to Houston. Finally we picked a weekend and it worked so went down to the port of Long Beach and got some good frames pulled across. Kevin is not even 30 years old but has the experience of people twice his age. His love for trucking is truly infectious. Kevin just added another Frieghtliner to his collection so expect another shoot in the near future.

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Nisei Showoff 2013

While this website is mostly geared for tradional American styles of automotive customization, I have been growing more and more fond of the import scene out here lately. My schoolmate Josh Shock told me about the Nisei StanceNation Showoff in Little Tokyo and I was 100% down to check it out. Despite being right in the middle of the L.A concrete jungle, and neither one of our white asses remembering to bring sunblock, we had a ball. The quality and attention to detail on these cars would give most lowriders a run for thier money, with some of the build budgets through the roof. Dj Skitz was on hand playing killer jams all day, which was just the icing on the cake. I didn’t pay any attention to the award ceremony, as I was too busy making lap after lap of the grounds appreciating all the time and effort that went into these cars. I hope to be back next year as it was more then worth my time and money to attend. Enjoy the photos.

StanceNation Showoff 2013

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Ventura Nationals 2013

After seeing the turnout and energy at last year’s Ventura Nats at the Ventura County Fairgrounds, I wasn’t that sure about how this show was going to turnout and found myself worried about it’s future. I was pleasantly surprised this year, with the crowd and vehicle turnout being one of, if not the best I’ve seen for this show. Although I got there a little late (I had just bought a 1976 Toyota Hilux with a camper on Craigslist the night before and needed to bond with it), I was able to capture quite a few shots I was happy with. Hats off to the show organizers and everyone who came out and attended. I will be sure to be back next year and I recommend you do the same.

Click below for the flicks…..

Ventura Nationals 2013

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March Against Monsanto in Oxnard, May 25th, 2013.

So if you haven’t figured out by now, this is a website about automotive photography. The reason i’m posting this is because the news never showed up, and if I don’t show you these pictures, there is a good chance you will never know it even happened. I was very excited to hear about the “Monsanto Protection act” being overturned in court, but I had not idea that there would be protests popping up all over the world about it. I was extremely excited to hear there was one going on in Oxnard, which is appropriate because Monsanto’s main West Coast seed hub is located here. The “March Against Monsanto” met at Wal Mart on Rose Ave., then right around 10:00 we began moving south down Rose avenue, making a left onto Camino Del Sol, crossing over Rice rd, and ending at the Monsanto/Seminis headquarters just after the intersection. The horn honking response from the cars and semi trucks driving by was overwhelming. The American public is pissed off that this is being allowed to happen and they won’t stand for it anymore. After making our point to the Oxnard Police Department and anyone else who might happen to be walking by, we moved back to the base camp on Camino Del Sol where there was water, food, face painting, music, and comraderie. I am proud to have taken part in this rally and encourage you to stay informed about what Monsanto had been doing to the food you eat. If you still have a spine and a brain on your shoulders, stand up for yourself as a human and let your voice be heard. Your opinion matters.

After I got a ride back to Walmart to get the Ranger, I made my way up to Saticoy to visit The Lab805, which I had been hearing about for awhile. The Lab805 is a graffiti mecca, and on this particular afternoon 6 writers were doing the do, and I got to watch the pieces unfold first hand. Props to Kontra for supplying the Modelos and smoke. I felt very welcome and will return soon.

 

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Joseph “Jojo” Trejo’s Memorial cruise in Santa Barbara.

A couple of weeks ago I was sleeping in and woke up to a Facebook message from Nite Life C.C stating that their was going to be a memorial cruise. Danny Trejo is the president of Nite Life and the memorial cruise was in honor of his brother “JoJo” who had passed away recently.  I got myself together and headed up the coast to Santa Barbara. I got there about 15 minutes before the engines started turning over. In a glorious cloud of smoke, the exhaust notes of the bombas and Harley Davidsons mixed in perfect harmony. It was an emotional sight for many as the motorcycles blocked off traffic at red lights to allow the procession to proceed intact. The cruise began on Milpas Street, made its way down to Cabrillo Blvd. to end at Shoreline Park where the food was waiting. The funk played, the food was consumed, and many respects were paid to the fallen rider. The entire event was planned by Jojo himself after he learned of his failing health and the Trejo family did him proud. Jojo’s son Elijah now holds the keys to the 1948 Fleetline and will continue cruising it in honor of his father.  I feel blessed to have been able to take part in such a special, ceremonious occasion and hope that when I move on, I can get one half as good.

 

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Donny’s stretched Pete

Primer 'Pete

I was cruising down the Avenue one day minding my own business when I saw this beast parked out front of Red Barn Liquor. My jaw fell into my lap and I almost broke my neck. I immediately pulled over to get a better look. The owner was getting ready to leave and I caught him just in time. After chatting it up for a bit, we decided to set up a shoot in the near future. A few weeks later we met up on the PCH and made it happen. I was initially disappointed with the overcast conditions but it lent well to a soft light, as well as the grey finish of the truck itself. His name is Donny Lawson and he lives in Santa Barbara. Donny has been trucking for decades and his main source of income is his custom 379 transfer dump that he runs around Ventura County. He used to use this 359 with a spread axle reefer to pull strawberries from Santa Maria to Texas, then haul meat back to Los Angeles. It has already been chopped, stretched, lowered, and shaved. Donny still has big plans for this truck, including an engine swap, paint job, and hopefully a 48″ spread axle reefer so this rig can earn its keep once again.

 

    

 

 

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Chopper Redemption.

 

re·demp·tion

1.an act of redeeming  or the state of being redeemed.
2.deliverance; rescue.
3.Theology . deliverance from sin; salvation.
4.atonement for guilt.
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A few weeks ago, a Honda Cb750  chopper appeared on Craigslist in Paso Robles. The bike looked to have been a factory chop, sporting extended forks, apes, a king and queen seat, and a custom 70′s airbrush paintjob on the stock tank. It had “Stone Free” lettered on the tank, after the first song Jimi Hendrix recorded. The bike was goofy as shit but really well cared for and had a vintage carefree charm. The guy wanted $1400 but I didn’t have the money as payday was still a week off. I had to have the bike and did the unthinkable, humiliating myself by calling up friends and family asking to borrow money. The seller told me to call him on Monday to see if “the guy down in LA” had bought it or not.
I called him Monday. No answer, called him Tuesday, no answer. I blew up his phone again and agian and left messages telling him I was still interested, but he wouldn’t answer. Eventually I had my roomate call him, and he picked right up. Even though the dude was being a typical fake California shit talker, I still wanted his bike. I began devising an elaborate plan to trick him into thinking he was selling it to my roomate. Soon after, the bike was sold and I came to my senses. Disappointed that I couldn’t have it, I soon got over it and moved on.

 

I woke up on Friday to a Facebook message from Lil Bawbee. It was a Craigslist ad. Another CB750 chopper, this one in Barstow. This time it was the real thing and not some weekend warrior factory wannabe half chop. I still had the bad taste in my mouth from the last one, and going through it again was the last thing I wanted. I looked at the posting and said forget it. I had gotten paid, but was more worried about studying for finals.

 

Then I looked at it again. And again. Before I knew it, I had my cell phone in my hand. I took a deep breath and called the guy. Still skeptical, I told him I needed time to think about it and would call him later that night. I thought about it for an hour, and studying for my finals was growing less and less important. The gravity of the situation finally hit me: This was my shot at redemption. The next step was to go to the bank, remove the camper shell, and fill up the tank. I was going to make the four hour trip to no-man’s land: Barstow, California.

 

Almost exactly halfway between Las Vegas and Los Angeles, the town was once a mainstay of route 66, but has since degenerated into one of the poorest cities in California, with the majority of  it’s residents on welfare. It is isolated, hot, and rarely is it chosen as a destination by anyone. This was much more then just a bike purchase, this was a second chance. It was a true test of manhood. I had never traveled so far into the desert alone. I had just replaced the thermostat in the truck, and Chris and I replaced the valve cover gaskets a week earlier and it was running better then ever. This trip had to be made and there was no way out of it. I had to cross hundreds of miles of mountains, valleys, and rivers before I could allow the high desert heat to cleanse my soul of all impurities and past defeats. It was do or die.

 

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Vegas traffic on what I believe is the 14 North.

 

 

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Coming out of the mountains on the 14, descending into the Antelope Velley.

 

 

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Cresting the last hill and feeling mighty good. The late afternoon light was amazing. I believe this is Palmdale.

 

 

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On the Pearlblossom highway (138), feeling even better. Hammer down to Victorville!!

 

 

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Breathtaking sunset taken out the backwindow at speed. Note how empty the truck bed looks. This would be handled soon enough.......

 

 

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There she be. Josh is on the left, Bob is on the left too, but not as much.

 

 

After picking up Josh in Victorville, we made the trek to Barstow, with sweat pouring down our faces well after sundown. It was 107 degrees that day with stupid amounts of midwest style humidity. When we got there, Bob opened up the garage and our minds were blown. The bike had been built in Fresno in the early 70s, and he had bought it from the original owner who had the work done. He told me how he was tired of “Fucking crap-talking shitheads” offering him bogus trades and bitching about how the bike didn’t actually run. It is worth noting that Bob is almost the exact same height as me. When he saw the stars in my eyes, he knew I was the right man for the bike, and that I was indeed not a fucking crap-talking shithead. After Josh masterfully hunkered down the bike, we headed back to his house and stayed up until 2:30 looking at my Born Free pictures. I crashed on his couch, and slept moderately well.

 

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This is one of those photos I'm gonna look back on when I'm old. Your bike is going to a good home, Bob. Thanks Josh for opening the shutter. Try to ignore the bald tires on the truck and thong flipflops on my feet.

 

 

I awoke the next morning to a stiflingly hot desert climate. I washed the sweat off my body and we headed to Long Beach to check out Infamous car show, which was the plan way before this bike ever entered the picture.

 

 

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Awesome tie down job by Josh. The bike didn't budge once.

 

 

 

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Cumulus clouds in the desert. Note the shadow on the hill.

 

 

 

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Thunderstorm beginning to open up while helping Josh pick up a table saw before heading to Long Beach for Hellaflush.

 

 

 

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More Cumulonimbus as we cross the mountains heading towards the 210.

 

 

 

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Infamous at the Queen Mary in Long Beach. Coverage to follow soon.....

 

 

 

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Cops and camber. Leaving Infamous and heading home.

 

 

 

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Freaking out the squares in Malibu.

 

 

 

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I don't always enjoy driving into the sun, but when I do........

 

 

 

 

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Man I miss Michigan. Wait a minute......No I don't.

 

 

 

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I was pretty annoyed at everyone pulling over to take pictures. So I pulled over and took pictures. Point Magu on the 1.

 

 

 

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Lil Bawbee Stovall was kind enough to offer up garage space for us to get her running so he won't have to ride on those big scary roads all by himself.

 

 

 

So I made it back to Ventura safe and sound with a survivor chopper. I went back on Tuesday and we messed with it a bit. Bobby charged the battery and I put some gas in the tank. We opened the petcocks and turned the key to the “on” position. I kicked it once, twice. On the third kick she fired right up. The straight pipes bellowed like a raped ape but the carburator was pissing gas all over the engine so I shut her off. I took them apart and found out it was a bad needle. Hopefully I will be able to locate one tomorrow and get this thing on the road. She hasn’t been registered on the street since 1980, and cries out to be ridden.

What did I learn from this?

First,  who is really going to have my back when I need money for some stupid shit I absolutely have to have. Also, not to get upset when a deal slips through your fingers, because you never know whats going to turn up next. Last, God works in mysterious ways. When he doesn’t give you what you think you want at the exact instant you want it, don’t throw a bitch fit and just let it ride. Thanks to Dad, Oscar, Josh, Bob, and Bawbee. A new chapter of my life has begun.

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July 28,2012

July 28, 2012

What a day this one turned out to be! I drove out to the Long Beach Swap Meet to interview Panhead Billy for my final audio project. He gave me a stellar interview and I still had time to mosey around the grounds. Not too many choppers at the show, but lots of cool stuff for sale. After it was done a girl started doing hot laps in her black sports car. I really don't think Long Beach needed to call SIX cruisers to come investigate though!! I hit the road, caught a BUKET on the way back to VC. When I got into Oxnard, I realized that Progressives C.C was having thier show in at Beck Park. I got there mad late but still got to party with them into the wee hours of the night. Enjoy.


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Panhead Billy Burrows

I met Billy after (I missed) the Street Chopper issue release party at Garage Company in Inglewood. I had just left the Barrett Jackson auction in Orange County and stopped by the shop on my way home. I had a leftover meal ticket which I had held on to as I had already had my fill of food. I wanted to give it to a former military member but couldn’t seem to find any on my way out the gate. I was bummed that no one would be able to enjoy a delicious free meal until I started chatting with Billy and he informed me of his plans to attend the Barrett Jackson the following day. I immediately asked him if he had served, and he had indeed during the late 1960′s in the Air Force. It then became clear to me that Billy was the one who was supposed to enjoy the meal all along. It was one of those weird occurrences where two people randomly cross paths, but in such a perfect way that it makes you wonder how random it really was to begin with.

At any rate, the man you are looking at here is about as red blooded of a biker as you will ever meet. He has been eating up our nation’s asphalt and concrete from coast to coast on his rigid ‘60 Panhead since 1983, and has filled up three brain buckets with the names of small towns he has visited. His milage is matched only by his character, which is the polar opposite of what you would expect from a leather skinned biker. He has a firm handshake but is otherwise as gentle, polite, and well-mannered as anyone I have ever met. If you Google his name you will be hard pressed to find anything less then the utmost praise from the people who have had the pleasure of meeting him.  He is a stellar example among a dying breed of Americans who really live life for what its worth. I would love to spend more time with him in the future for some portraits and an interview, but the road calls his name and he will be making his way toward Sturgis any day now.

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Lazy Daze and lazy nights.

My buddy Flynstone invited me up to El Capitan to check out his Lazy Daze motorhome he had just picked up. This thing is bad. It has solar panels on the roof and a lounge in the back where he and his wife can lounge and enjoy margaritas. Not to mention the fact that it has skirts over the rear wheels. That’s right, I said skirts. I wished I would’ve gotten more photos of it in the daytime, but I was too busy admiring it and stuffing my face with the cheeseburgers he had cooked for me. I had just gotten my Speedlight and was figuring out how to use it so it all worked out. Flynstone is using this rig to hold him over until he finishes his GMC bus RV conversion. I wish him and his wife many lazy days ahead.

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