BCR features my

gb400 Tanning machine.

Cafe seat in tan cowhide,

special BCR two into one exhaust

custom manx BCR flyscreen

more pictures of the bike at the BCR blog

Zipper skulls

Still in the finishing process.

Zipper skulls for your vintage Buco jacket.

Muertos, pompadour skulls and a basic skull

In colors inpsired by our childhood filipino toys.

Held in place by a sterling silver hook

Will post better photographs soon

Thanks for custom lighter holder Daweed

Help mindanao

Help our brothers in Mindanao.

Wang Oud

Wang Oud an 89 year old

Living treasure of the Kalinga.

The Kalinga have been known as fierce warriors

decorated with Body art indicating rank, status

and heads taken.

Wang oud is the last of the traditional tattoo artists

of the Kalinga, a literal dying art

sculpted by Noli and tatttoed by Daweed

photos by ben of blacksheep

Kick kick kick

then it kicks you back.

An oft repeated scenario in the world of vintage motorcycles

Take the leathers off, kick again

take helmet off kick again

take gloves off kick again

The chopper sputters to life

hand on the throttle

put the jacket, the gloves on

then it sputters, its dead again

Ivan & Pauline

Ivan and pauline tie the knot in Boracay.

Custom chiseled rings

The base design being Paulines ring.

The grooms ring was based on Paulines ring,

literally completing each other.


The doctor is in.

BAck home in manila

thanks to B

it's back Dec. 09

Baguio , a 250 kilometre

ride from Manila. It's high up in the mountains of the north,

amazing flatlands and twisties.

An assortment of Japanese bikes, a shadow 400, gb 400 and an old xs650.

Plus a ducati monster and a bmw r65.

Speedometers broke, gas caps flew off at 80 kph, a lot of

roadside repairs and getting lost.

The old adage applies " It's the journey not the desitnation" applies

to this whole trip.


The Niño necklace.

Mixed media brass motorcycle fittings, silver chain,

hand sculpted wings and minute sterling silver skull.

The centerpice the boy Jesus or Niño as he is fondly called.

Motorcycling Europe In 1953. The Way It Was.

Great article on vintage motrocycling in europe.

Machines used were broughs, triumphs

going around France, Germany

Thanks cyril huze
Motorcycling Europe In 1953. The Way It Was.

From Max schaaf.

I like how this man writes, simple old school sensibilites.

Straight as he wants to be

A long ago I asked Mark Gonzalez to paint me a painting, he turned to me and explained that for him, painting has to done be done at the right time, the right time being a time when he is inspired to paint. I’ve always held onto this moment I shared with him. I was young and a fan of Mark, and I just wanted some artwork of his to hang on the wall. The crazy thing was Mark had come to visit me, to skate my ramp, and to just hang out. This would be a dream for most skaters, and it was for me, but somehow the idea of him making me a painting was like some sort of stamp that would solidify this new friendship. Looking back I realize how much I wanted from people in my early 20’s. The man-child times of my life could be so damn confusing. I think Mark saw that I was some sort of idiot savant…. I locked myself in my warehouse and just skated. I over focused on it, ate right, stayed in shape and obsessed over skating. It was pure and from my heart, but in ways it was almost sick. A young man should live and let the world challenge him, but my challenge was skating and pushing myself. I would travel far and wide in those days but it was more just to get to skate something new, it was foolish of me not to see the experience of travel in a bigger picture. It took me a long time to find myself and to let me be myself. It took distancing myself from skateboarding for a certain amount of time, it took me submerging myself in night school classes, and a huge awakening was learning how to build my first motorcycle from the ground up. It was me alone in the garage struggling mostly, fucking things up at times and succeeding at times. It was a proper and much needed balance. Though it was just about a decade ago, it was a different time as far as building a bike goes, now there is such a network through the computer with other chopper enthusiasts, and “how to” information. I see nothing wrong with this, and to judge it would only point out my age and insecurity. But I would never change a thing about the way I got to experience my first build. I was inspired by others at the time, but you know there is that feeling when something really finds you that is so deep, it’s like falling in love, it’s unexplainable. It grabs you by the heart and by the nuts and it drags you around. It’s someone else’s first rock show that made them become a musician…or the first time you held a spray can to a wall and you knew you wanted to be an artist, maybe a photographers first look behind a lens. That feeling when those chills run up the back of your neck and into your brain, and you look around and ask your self if this is an ok place to scream at the top of your lungs. And when you get it, you are just so thankful it found you. It may not be forever, it may transfer to something else, but you welcome it and you grab onto it. For me it’s been skateboarding and motorcycles…. I don’t have to prove it by saying for LIFE, it’s just the things that have found me. I’m not just passing through, but at anytime I would welcome something that would challenge me and consume me the way that they have. It is a personal trip…and we are individuals, no matter how hard others will try to box you in. Recently I had an older friend that I look up to tell me “you know man I just can’t figure you out”…. I took it as kind of odd when he said it because, first off what the fuck are you doing trying to figure out someone you have already accepted as a friend. Days later looking back on it I took it as a compliment. I don’t really want to be “figured out”. I enjoy individuals that keep me guessing and surprise me. Shit I can’t figure myself out most days. I’m the only one that lives inside this head/body so I don’t think anyone can truly figure anyone else out. I couldn’t really figure Mark out back then, and why he just couldn’t paint me a painting on the spot. Now of course I get it and the lesson is learned. The funny thing is Mark and I skated my ramp that night like two men gone mad. I tucked myself into bed that night around 11:00pm and at 6:30am I heard a tapping on my door…..
“hey Maxi, I made something for you” mark whispered

when I went downstairs Mark had painted me a painting on the wall next to my ramp. It was fucking giant. Ten feet high and about Twenty four feet wide. After our skate he was feeling inspired. Thanks for the lesson Mark.

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Let me stand next to your fire.

Fire ring shot by Blacksheep ben

Custom ring for Doc A. sculpted by Noli and Daweed


Custom Muerto

for the skull show at Orale.

Traditional muerto embelished

with sakuras and lightning bolts.