October and November 2016

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 13, 2016 by Pat Regan

I like to get at least one post a month on here, but man I’ve been busy. Besides teaching art to students with special needs for the last 25 years, I have been taking graduate classes in order to get a salary bump. It ain’t easy going back to school when you are over 50. But there you have it and here I am. One of the classes I took recently dealt with the art of the streets. This is the art I see on a daily basis riding around in NYC like this mural below by Tristan Eaton on Mulberry Street.


I have talked about and promoted numerous motorcycle artists on this blog. Artists like Darren McKeag, David Uhl, Danial James, George Frizzell and the late Richie Pan have been really influential for me these past few years. And being able to meet some of them or see their work during my travels has been a pleasure. Recently I have made a few art purchases. I have a print and a helmet (which I cherish) by McKeag. And I am still awaiting a print from George Frizzell. C’mon George!

Anyway! While studying for this course about street art, I went to some of the direct sources instead of just sitting on my ass and doing internet research. My first journey was a quest for 2 artists. 3 artists actually, being that Os Gemeos is the work of twin brothers, Otavio Pandolfo and Gustavo Pandolfo. Os Gemeos actually means twins in Portuguese, the brother’s native language in Brazil. Below is a huge mural by the brothers on 2nd Avenue.



Os Gemeos are a prolific team. Their body of work is tremendous for young artists just over 40. While continuing downtown, I was actually looking for a mural by the artist CRASH when I found another Os Gemeos piece. The work on the right is theirs. The figures beneath the eyeballs are by André, a Swedish artist. Someone else pasted the eyes on top. There is also a fantastic Os Gemeos show at a gallery in Soho. I’ll show you later.



During my continued quest for CRASH, I had to pose with POSE on Lafayette Street.



One last stop at the Buff Monster and I will get as close to a CRASH on my motorcycle as I care to.


Just around the corner on Broome Street is this recent mural by CRASH. It’s a collaborative piece between CRASH and some other artists.


There is another CRASH collaboration nearby on Bleeker Street near the old CBGB’s. When it comes to street artists, CRASH is special because he dates back to the glory days of subway art. If you are interested you can read an illustrated report I did about CRASH for the class I mentioned.


It was a nice day, so I rode around LES (Lower East Side) a bit. On Avenue C is the entire alphabet wrapping around a building to E12th Street done by the group Green Villian based out of Jersey City.


Parked across the street was this awesome van done by Big Doves. Art in NYC is everywhere!


I got inspired to pick up the paintbrush myself and have a go at it.


It felt good to paint again, but my quest for finding quality street art was not over. In Queens, there is a small L-shaped street called Wellington Court. For years world-renowned street artists have been decorating the walls of this area with magnificent pieces.




I hadn’t realized until I arrived that CRASH had a piece here with his old partner DAZE!


The whole neighborhood is filled with great work.




Estaban Del Valle and Fumero (below respectively) both had work whitewashed from the walls of 5 Pointz.




This canine below is by Eelco.


I like Kid Lew’s work (below).



Ramiro Studios does great work.


Rubin 415


Sinned NYC is the work of Dennis Bauser.


I think Too Fly may have been whitewashed at 5 Pointz as well.


I have recently seen City Kitty about town. Very cool paste-ups.


Ellis Gallagher sprays these Scharf like characters, but he also does these great shadow outlines around bicycles and objects in NYC.




Brian Life does some wicked work.



Python, Meres, Marthalicea & Panic blasted a bit of social commentary with this collaborative piece called Original Gentrification. The left half was behind a truck.


These talking lightbulbs are the brainchild of Meres. Meres once ran the graffiti collaborative at the famous 5 Pointz in Long Island City before the building was whitewashed and demolished. I bumped into Meres on 4th Street the other day at 212ARTS, a great graffiti art gallery.


Below is the collaborative work of Chris RWK and Veng of Robots Will Kill.


Here is a portrait of Veng. Besides doing street art, Veng paints birds as Herb Smith.


Here is a self portrait of Chris RWK. Chris has been doing daily drawings lately that often pack an emotional or social statement in with one of his iconic characters. Check him out on Instagram.


Chris RWK has another piece around the corner.


And soon Chris RWK will have a piece in my living room. I recently went to a show at the Fillin Global gallery where graffiti artists designed skateboards and I bought the one Chris designed. Since Chris RWK included a wall painting next to the board, I told them they can keep it up until the show comes down.


And with the continued inspiration, this is how that painting I was doing is coming along.


Earlier I said I would show you the OS Gemeos show. Funny thing is, before while looking for a CRASH mural I found Os Gemeos. This time I was looking for a gallery with an Os Gemeos show and found a CRASH show at JoAnne Artman Gallery.



To give it some scale, here’s a selfie.





Right down the street from the CRASH show was OS Gemeos at Lehmann Maupin Gallery.


These twin brothers are remarkable. They created numerous ethereal environments within the gallery.


Each room brings a new feeling and dazzles the senses with color, movement and music.



Some pieces captured the old days of subway art and break dancing to old school hip hop.


On the passing train in the painting below is an homage to LEE and FUTURA (pioneer graffiti artists of 80’s subway art).




I hope you enjoyed a little local flavor from the NYC street scene.

The Brooklyn Invitational Custom Motorcycle Show 2016

Posted in Uncategorized on September 26, 2016 by Pat Regan

Before I get to the Brooklyn Invitational, may I say how pleased I am to be able to see this beautiful helmet every day! I bought this helmet as described in my last post. Live Fast, Take Chances. I love it! Thanks to the folks at Indian Larry! And a big thanks to Darren McKeag for creating this work of art. And once again congratulations to Darren and Missy who were married this past weekend.


All of these events, from the Motorcycle Film Festival, to the Indian Larry Block Party, to the Brooklyn Invitational have been great! If you haven’t been to Sturgis, then you don’t know about the illness that comes with it. Post Sturgis Depression can hit hard. These events here in NYC are good medicine to heal the summertime blues and ease you into the seasonal change.

Now off to the Brooklyn Invitational Custom Motorcycle Show at Root Studios.


What the heck! We took the ferry again! Hopefully Bonnie will understand.


Besides…Bloody Mary’s and riding don’t mix.


There’s this new thing taking place on the walls of buildings all over Williamsburg. The walls of the neighborhood buildings are quickly being covered with hand painted advertisements. They are everywhere. I love the art of the streets and these do fill the hood with color, but I am not sure I like corporate america taking the canvas of the streets as their own.


When we turned onto 14th street, bikes were lined up for blocks.



This old pick up was parked outside the Gutter.


The bike below raised an eyebrow! It is made to look like a rough and rugged, road trippin bike. It has the blanket over the seat, the rolled up duffel with an extra blanket and a fire extinguisher. But upon closer inspection, this bike looks like it was just backed out of a van and placed here. Those tires have never hit the road and that chain was pristine like the pipes. WTF!


Where there are cool old bikes, there are cool old cars. Although I am sure that guy behind the wheel would correct me and say, “It’s a truck!”



Well this is not a truck.


Over at Works Engineering they were hauling their bikes back into the garage.



Below is another example of the hand painted ads I spoke of earlier. Like I said, they are everywhere!



I had a great shot of the Eat Shit chopper pulling up last year.


There were bad ass bikes everywhere! All kinds!








And Shovelheads!


Both sides of the street were lined with bikes.









Although the bikes outside were numerous and impressive, it was inside that the actual show took place.


The studio was filled with many well crafted machines for the 8th Annual Brooklyn Invitational Custom Motorcycle Show.








In the center studio there were bands. And in the far studio there were vendors and tattoo artists applying their trade.


By the time we got back outside, it was getting dark.



It’s fun to watch the procession of bikes as they roar by.



Some hopped on and turned their engines over with the click of a starter.


Others pushed downhill for kick start.


The results were the same, bikes were thinning out as the sounds from twisting throttles echoed in the distant streets.



It was another fun day in Brooklyn!



It was time to catch the last forking ferry and go home.


The Indian Larry 13th Annual Grease Monkey Block Party

Posted in Uncategorized on September 24, 2016 by Pat Regan


Last Saturday was the Indian Larry 13th Annual Grease Monkey Block Party!


As this day would include tasty beverages, I left the bike parked on my island and we took the ferry to Brooklyn.


Before the block party we went to Café de la Esquina on Wythe Street and filled the belly with goodness.




Then on to 15th Street for the festivities. Actually we entered on 14th Street through the back of Indian Larry’s shop.


The streets are lined with bikes from Larry’s shop along with many vintage beauties.


Endo Makoto was on hand to do his remarkable chopstick paintings. Here he is painting an Indian Larry bike.



We bumped into this dude Kenny who we met the night before when he had just pulled up with his track racer on the back of a pick up truck. img_185454l

Kenny was at the block party promoting vintage motorcycle track races, the Appalachian Moto Jam and his site hot-doggin.com. The Moto Jam looks like fun! It takes place October 8th in Cuddlebackville, NY.





Besides the many motorcycles, there are always some vintage 4 wheeled machines about the neighborhood.



While cutting through Indian Larry’s shop to get to 15th Street we saw Bean’re’s bike parked in the garage. This is a huge motorcycle! Bean’re is a bigger than life character in the bike world.


Bean’re was selling a couple books he wrote. I got his bio and am presently reading it. I have read enough to know Bean’re’s first bike was a Triumph!


And here’s the Bean’re boots! They are proportionately sized with his bike. Bean’re lives large.


Meet Timo and his nut sak. He was set up next to Bean’re. He rolled down to the block party from across the border to the North. In Canada he makes these waterproof duffles called nut saks as well as other leather goods.


This is Timo’s shop Mad Squirrel Leather.


Here’s a look inside Larry’s shop.


While in Larry’s shop we met Gloria Struck and her daughter Lori. Gloria is 91 years old and still riding to Sturgis and Daytona from her home in New Jersey. She has been riding since 1941!


This October Gloria will be inducted into the AMA Hall of Fame!


Gloria has ridden all 48 states numerous times as well as travels throughout Europe. Below is a photo I grabbed from the net of Gloria posing with David Uhl and a painting he did of her as a young lady. She is a super sweet and laid back lady.


I saw this guy in the blue shirt passing by. I said, “Hey! Aren’t you the guy who gave a bike to Mothership at Sturgis?” Indeed it was! Meet Mike from Chop Machine Cycles.


At Sturgis Mike rolled the Sportster he built on to the stage. He had just won the custom Sporster contest. Then Mike gave the bike to the band! What a blast! Mothership fucking rocks and the addition of “White Chocolate” made it an even wilder time!





Looking in NYCMC. New York City Motorcycle is on 14th Street.


I flipped out when I saw the Evel Knievel stunt cycle. The owner Larry then took it outside for a demonstration. Nice! I hadn’t seen mini Evel ride since the seventies!


Outside of NYCMC.


Back to the Block Party! More bikes.





And Rock n Roll! This old dude was swinging around a tomahawk and having a swell time.


Finally after a long, fun filled day it was time to go home.


It was a great day! But there’s more! One thing I haven’t mentioned yet and it comes with a story.


I used to paint signs. I worked for a guy named Jaime. He was a master of the brush stroke from Guatemala who came to New York, fell in love and married a Scientologist. I’m not sure how they didn’t see it, but that marriage didn’t turn out well. That was an underlying drama going on at the time, but for me it was a fun time. Before I met him, Jaime used to hang from scaffolding to paint giant billboards in Times Square. Now he was on his own and he took me on to assist him. This guy Gottlieb (who owned half of Greenwich Village) let us use one of his buildings on Little West 12th Street. It was a huge 12 story building with a car elevator. When Jaime was having marital problems he would sleep in a van parked within the building. We went around the Village door to door soliciting for signs. We did good business. We ended up painting many signs around the city. In fact at one job on 9th Avenue and 44th Street, we were doing a job for a photography shop and right there on the street I painted my first car flat black with a paint brush. It was a 1971 AMC Matador I bought for $300.


I could park my car in that building on Little West 12th Street too. Since it had an elevator I randomly placed my ride wherever I wanted in that empty warehouse of a building. I’ll bet that building is worth at least 20 million dollars today. Those were different times.

But that’s not the point. The point is, Jaime taught me the art of the One Shot brush stroke. It takes an artful, steady, confident hand to guide the sign painter’s brush filled with the glossy enamel of One Shot. I would watch Jaime and do my best to mimic his hand, but quickly recognized this was a master I was following.

When I saw the work of Darren McKeag, I saw for the first time in 30 years another master of the One Shot brush stroke. Below is a helmet he painted from his Instagram page.


And here is another shot he posted of the helmet in the progress of being painted in his studio. If you look closely you can still see the sketch beneath the paint. Beautiful! I have praised The work of Darren McKeag many times on this site. I have bought a print and a T-shirt of his work in the past. I bumped into him at Sturgis this Summer as well as seeing more of his artwork at the Buffalo Chip.


But last Saturday while in Indian Larry’s shop. I was looking at helmets. I wanted to try on the Gringo helmet by Biltwell. Presently I wear the Bonanza open face helmet. As I was looking at the many helmets I noticed the helmet Darren had painted on the top shelf. At first I though it was possibly a manufactured helmet using McKeag’s design. But once I held it I recognized the artistry and the brush stroke that I admire so much. And it was for sale!


I couldn’t believe it! It was in a price range that smarts a little but I could swing it. I was not going to let this opportunity to own an original McKeag go by. I bought it and still can’t believe this is mine! Below is a photo of Jillian wearing it.


Not only am I honored to have this work of art, proceeds from the sale go to the Aiden Jack Seeger Foundation. Aidan Jack Seeger Foundation was established to address the need for information and newborn screening with respect to Adrenoleukodystrophy (ALD). In addition they help and support families to cope with the demands of the disease. So a win, win!

I was hoping to see Darren himself at the Block Party but he wan’t around this year.


I am told Darren and his fiancée Missy are getting married this weekend.

So here’s to Darren and Missy! Cheers!


4th Annual Motorcycle Film Festival

Posted in Uncategorized on September 21, 2016 by Pat Regan


This past Friday night, Jillian and I went to the Motorcycle Film Festival at the Gutter in Brooklyn.


Friday was one of 4 nights that the Gutter hosts this film festival dedicated to movies about bikers and motorcycles.



Before the show we walked around the neighborhood.



This part of Williamsburg is filled with great graffiti and vintage vehicles.



We arrived a little late and missed the first 2 short films. One was 30 seconds long and the other a little over 4 minutes.

The first film we saw was, “Take None Give None” a full length documentary about the Chosen Few Motorcycle Club. I first read about the Chosen Few on The Selvedge Yard a few years back. The Chosen Few MC was the first racially integrated motorcycle club in the United States. They began as an all black motorcycle club in 1959 and integrated in 1960. These were racially charged times when segregation was the norm, but for the Chosen Few the brotherhood of integration made them stronger.

Here is the film’s teaser. Filmmaker: Gusmano Cesaretti

Following “Take None Give None” was a short film called “Vintage Steele, A Day in the Life”. It was basically a music video depicting a full day at a bike shop (Vintage Steele) in Vermont. Filmmaker: Daniel Schechner.

The night ended with a touching tribute to Richie “Pan” Panarra. The film was called “Richie Pan Forever”. I spoke of Richie in my post about Sturgis this Summer. The Buffalo Chip had a beautiful show dedicated to Richie’s art and art related to him. The thing that got me the most about that show was seeing his bike sitting alone on a pedestal.


When you hear of a biker’s passing, one assumes there is a mangled bike somewhere in the story. But Richie and his friend Michael “Nap” Napolitano were hit by a car and killed while crossing the street in North Carolina. They were there for the Smoke Out Rally.


So, “Richie Pan Forever” uses footage from a show called “Richie Pan’s America“. It tells Richie’s story through his own words intermingled with interviews by the people who knew him best. Without even knowing Richie, the power of the sorrow expressed by those who loved him was profound. Heart wrenching. Meeting his wife Cindy the following day made it even more devastating. She is bubbling with life. As she spoke of Richie, his art and their 3 children, the feelings of love and loss poured out with each word. All of these events in honor of this man has left me in awe. The Buffalo Chip show alone was amazing. In fact, when I got home from Sturgis I ordered a print of Richie painted by George Frizzell, AKA George the Painter, GTP. I’m looking forward to it’s arrival. Below is a photo I took of the original.


After the films we goofed off a bit taking photos and such, then headed home.



The following day would be the Indian Larry Block Party!

Eastbound 2016

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 22, 2016 by Pat Regan

After leaving Sturgis, I took the scenic route through the Black Hills. I went a little out of my way to check and see if these fellers were still OK.



Crazy Horse seemed to be doing OK too, so I moved on.


I took 385 South all the way to Hot Springs.




Route 385 serpentines through the Black Hills and cuts across the outskirts of Custer State Park where herds of buffalo roam. On this day I saw one lone bison on the horizon above and one more on the side of the road before leaving the park’s grounds.


The town of Hot Springs was quiet and the buildings downtown were made of local limestone.


I saw an old vintage bike shop on the main drag. I stopped and had a look. The guys inside immediately excused themselves for starting Happy Hour a little early. I was coming from Sturgis so it seemed like normal behavior to me.


The owner bragged that any bike in here could be started with one kick. Then he proved it on that old Bonnie to the left by the window in the photo below. Sucker was loud!



The Mammoth Site is exactly what it sounds like. They unearthed a bunch of mammoths and other prehistoric creatures at this one time mud pit.


They have built a large structure directly over the archeological dig where visitors can come and observe.



Entire skeletons have been slowly exposed from meticulous hours of brushing away the old mud.



A short faced bear like this one was dug up here as well.



The guys at the bike shop in Hot Springs recommended I take 71 instead of continuing on 385. They said it’s a nicer ride. I can’t compare, but it was a nice ride.


I took 71 to Crawford where I got a $50 motel room for the night.




I’m always attracted to the forgotten places.


I guess this was an old church. The piano is still on the stage covered in bird poo.




Carhenge is a sculpture just outside of Alliance, Nebraska. I rode through here a few years back but had no idea Carhenge existed. At the time I was preoccupied by a bird that had just committed suicide on my headlight and splattered all over my bubble shield.


It was a cloudy day much as you might expect at the site of which this is an homage.




And on this day, Bonnie turned 80. Normally that speedometer would be needling at 80 for the photo op, but I could not control the fact that I was approaching a small town. Gotta respect the small town speed limits. That’s where they get ya!


I saw a sign for old Route 66 so I took it. This brought me to the home of the upcoming Testicle Festival.



I was going to get off at the next exit anyway. And since none of my journeys is complete without a good, wet, hilly dirt road, here was my last opportunity. But there was something I wanted to see.


The Holy Family Shrine is an architectural masterpiece.


Though enclosed, you almost feel like you are outside.


It is a beautiful, serene space built atop a hill that overlooks miles of Nebraska land.


Then I crossed into Iowa.


I took Route 92 directly across Iowa from West to East.



I stopped for this ’73 Road Runner (above), but stayed on the road for this old classic (below).


These landscapes really do look like Grant Wood paintings.


A pleasant surprise along the way! Route 92 runs right into the birthplace of John Wayne in Winterset, Iowa! Below is the house where he was born.



The courthouse in Winterset oversees Madison County.


Yes, that Madison County. The one with the bridges. You could make a journey of just seeing the covered bridges. Many of them are miles down unpaved roads, so I did not explore too much on this visit.


Across the Mississippi!


As is often the case, once I cross the Mississippi River, I hightail it home.



I woke up knowing it was going to be a rough day. In my mind I was going to ride through a massive storm and still complete the 700 miles still to go. I did ride into the storm. At one point I saw that 80 and 76 split. My original plan was to take 80 all the way. For some reason I thought I could cut through the storm quicker on a Southwestern route. It was not to be. That storm was moving to the east at such a pace that it was riding with me. I rode 5 hours in that beast of storm.


The storm had been so bad that people actually congratulated me once I finally broke through and got to a service area. Really. Numerous people wanted to talk about it and one old guy even patted me on the back. I felt euphoric having blasted through that monster. At the same time I felt beat up, tired and puzzled by my will. It was like going into the day, I had something to prove and suddenly realized there was no need to go into that storm so aggressively. Perhaps a lesson was learned. That lesson was put into effect when the Interstate started winding it’s way directly into another storm. I wasn’t having it. I took the next exit.


Route 75 south led me to Route 30, one of the nations oldest highways. This is an old Tollhouse from the early days before Route 30.


I rode around a storm or two. Eventually I got back on the main road, but I was wiped out.


I shacked up in Carlisle, PA. Once there I realized where I was. When you want to get from 76 to 81 going east, you have to exit here. The town is basically a truck stop.


Tomorrow would be a simple ride home, so I checked out the local truck stop. A guy I met at the motel highly recommended the fries. I had a meal and a beer as I soaked up some of the local color. It was Karaoke Night. There was one fight but no one sang.


Now, back home to the hustle…


And the bustle.


Skin and Bones : Curated by Michael Lichter

Posted in Uncategorized on August 20, 2016 by Pat Regan

An often overlooked treat at the Buffalo Chip is a curated bike show and art gallery. This year’s theme would be Tattoo Inspired Motorcycles and Art at the Buffalo Chip’s Russ Brown Events Center.


The bikes were amazing.


It’s great to visit between shows in the evening. In the day it gets pretty hot. But nearly always the place is practically empty.








Indain Larry’s shop had a bike here.



I saw this bike below at the International Motorcycle Show in NYC last December.




Darren McKeag’s artwork can be seen behind this outrageous chopper.


I showed you a shot of Darren and his lady riding downtown in my previous post. His use of One Shot paint on objects are my favorites of his works.


Many of the artists did a design on the Biltwell Gringo helmet. I wear the Biltwell Bonanza which is the open face version. I have a big chin. Sometimes I wonder if I would be better suited to wear a Gringo.


I bought one of McKeag’s screened posters and a T-shirt a few months back, so it was a nice surprise to see his work here.



Darren has painted amazing designs on everything from surfboards to toilet bowls.


McKeag was with good company in this gallery.

This painting by A.D. Cook was cool. It depicts a girl washing a bike in the chrome’s reflective surface.


George “The Painter” Frizzel did this painting of the late Richie “Pan” Panerra. I discovered George “The Painter” a few years ago. He was showing his work on the upper levels of the old Broken Spoke.


Sadly Richie was killed last year. After a life of riding and doing remarkable paintings of motorcycle culture and tattoo art, Richie Pan and his buddy Nap were struck by a car while on foot.

Here is some of Richie Pan’s artwork.









Besides showing a nice collection of Richie Pan’s artwork,  prominently displayed in the center of the gallery was his lonely panhead.



Here is a list of all involved*from the Buffalo Chip website


Motorcycles As Art curator Michael Lichter strives to include new talent and builders in the exhibition each year in order to keep the show relevant. In 2016 more than half of the builders exhibiting their work will be doing so for the first time.

Aki Sakamoto, Hog Killers, Hawaiian Gardens, CA
Andrea Radaelli*, Radikal Chopper, Milano, Italy
Bill Dodge, Blings Cycles, Daytona Beach, FL
Bobby Seeger*, Indian Larry Motorcycles, Brooklyn, NY
Bryan Fuller, Fuller Moto, Atlanta, GA
Chris Callen*, Cycle Source Magazine, Pittsburgh, PA
Chris Eder*, Misfit Industries, Addison, TX
Dalton Walker, Split Image Kustoms, Hanford, CA
Dan “Bacon” Carr, DC Choppers, Spicewood, TX
Eddie Trotta – Thunder Cycle, Fort Lauderdale, FL
Eric Allard*, FNA Custom Cycles, Lakeland, FL
George Stinsman*, Chaos Cycle, Mastic, NY
Jeff Cochran, Speedking Racing, West Harrison, IN
Jeff Holt*, Hot Bike Magazine, Orange County, CA
Kevin Dunworth, Loaded Gun Customs, Selbyville, DE
Nick Beaulieu*, Forever Two Wheels, Windham, ME
Ola Stenegard, Ronny and Benny Norén, Sebastian Gutsch, BMW Motorrad, Munich, Germany
Pat Patterson, Led Sled, Daytona, OH
Paul Yaffe, Paul Yaffe Originals, Phoenix, AZ
Richie Pan*, DST, Jackson, NJ
Rick Fairless, Strokers, Dallas, TX
Roadside Marty Davis,  Flat Broke Chops and Rods, FL
Roland Sands, RSD, Los Alamitos, CA
Shaun and Aaron Gaurdado*, Suicide Machine Company, Long Beach, CA
Steve Peffer*, Steel City Choppers, Butler, PA
Taber Nash*, Nash Motorcycle Company, Long Beach, CA
Teach Kevin Baas, Baas Metal Craft, Lakeville, MN
Trent Schara*, Atomic Forge, WY
Trevelen Rabaual*, Superco, Los Angeles, CA
Uwe Ehinger*, Hamburg, GERMANY
Will Ramsay, Faith Forgotten, New Albany, IN
Yuichi Yoshizawa*, Custom Works Zon, Shiga Prefecture, Japan

* First time in the exhibition


Richie Pan

More than 50 pieces of art by Richie Pan will be displayed in his memory.

Other Artists Include:

AD Cook

Darren McKeag

George the Painter

Latricia “Trish” Horstman

Mario Burkhardt

Michael Lichter

Nik Pew

Tay Herrera

Timothy White



Sturgis 2016

Posted in Uncategorized on August 20, 2016 by Pat Regan


Sturgis was an easy ride from Valentine. This would be my first time coming to Sturgis before the official rally began. As you see, Main Street is very spacious.


I arrived at the Buffalo Chip, pitched my tent, introduced myself to some of my neighbors, then went for some refreshments and ice.


On my way back to the campsite I stopped to document my arrival with a photo of my bike in front of the big Chip sign. I took a few pictures. But I was looking at the small screen on the camera, not paying attention to details. So imagine my surprise when I see this!

Welcome to Sturgis!


35 years logo FINAL

There were plenty of people who had been camping at the Chip all week! A good thing about arriving early was being able to find a prime location. When at the Chip that means shade! I was fortunate to find a small tree to attach to.



I had never seen the Buffalo Chip like this. This was the Thursday before the rally and it was empty.


The following night Willie Nelson would be playing on the big stage. But on this night it was quiet. Everything was in place. All that was missing was the crowd.


The Living Dead played at Bikini Beach, but the amphitheatre would have a silent night. Actually it was fairly silent around the Living Dead too. But it was a good night hanging out at the campsite and getting to know everybody. Lots of laughs!


Willie was playing Friday night, (still before the official start date). This pissed off a lot of the folks who bought the weekly pass. Willie was not included, and they had to pay extra. Considering it wasn’t a knock out line up this year, Willie should have been included for those who planned before the line up was even announced. But despite that, Willie did not disappoint.


There was new aerial acrobatic entertainment this year between acts.



The next day I went to town with one of my fellow campers. His name is Frank. I have ridden in 48 states. Frank has ridden in 49. If someone were to throw a dart at a map of the US one of us would have a story to tell about where it landed.

We had just been talking about cops using imported Triumphs or bikes built with right side clutches back in the day. And BANG! Here was a prime example promoting Twisted Tea.


We had planned on just making a grocery run. But while taking the shortcut through the alley, we found out David Allen Coe was playing at the Iron Horse. So we stuck around.



Besides being funny as hell, Frank is a mechanic and knows bikes. He shared a tip with me and I will share it here. If you have a chain drive, use a lube that contains molybdenum. Molybdenum is an element on the periodic table. Atomic #42. It is commonly called Moly. I ordered a can today. I’ll let you know how it goes.




Many take pride in promoting the fact that they rode their bike to Sturgis. Some wear patches that say I Rode Mine to promote this feat.


Others wear the evidence on their headlight.


On this night Kid Rock was playing. Though it was a lot less crowded than the previous year, Sturgis was now in full force!


Leon Russell was supposed to open for Kid Rock. Unfortunately Leon had a heart attack a couple weeks before the event. Instead Lita Ford took his place in the line up. I was looking forward to seeing Leon Russell, but Lita rocked it. I don’t know a lot of her solo work but Cherry Bomb has always been a favorite from her Runaways days.


Tonight the place was rockin’. Bikes were packed on the hill outside the venue. There was lightning on the horizon.


I had been keeping an eye on the weather. We were in for some rain. I went back to get my poncho and a couple beverages.


Sure enough, the rain came down. Storms can come quick and powerful in these parts as they build strength over the Black Hills to the West.


No one was leaving. It seemed this storm would pass and Kid Rock would still go on at a later hour.


I was waiting by a smaller stage when a band got up and started jamming out on percussion instruments. Then the lead guy asked if anyone wanted to play cowbell? Need I say more…


Soon thereafter the rain lifted and Kid Rock took the main stage!


Kid Rock is a class act entertainer! Always a good time!




Midnight Mob played on my cowbell stage later in the evening. The Chip had new girls playing with fire this year as well.


Midnight Mob is from the NY area. The singer has a powerful voice and the bassist has all the moves of a young Ramone.



The next day I headed over to Deadwood.



While in Deadwood, I wanted to congratulate Danial James on a big sale. The day before, Kid Rock bought one of his prints. Danial didn’t really want to sell it. He wanted it hanging during the whole rally. Let’s just say Kid Rock was financially persistent. Kid said the woman in the painting looked like his girlfriend and he had to have it.


I met Danial the year before, after he left a T-shirt he made on the seat of my bike. He is a super talented painter/illustrator.




When I returned to the Chip I realized the guy sitting in this shade tent was Bryan who I have met in years past.


Bryan always brings his own shade. This was his second try at providing shade this year. The Tuesday before I arrived, a hail storm knocked out his and the shelters of others around the Chip. While talking to Bryan, he looked at the night’s schedule and told me Mothership was opening on the big stage tonight. Shit! I like Mothership and I was late! I ran over there.


When I got there they were on their second to last song. Grrrrr! But they said they would be playing at Bikini Beach after Cheap Trick on Tuesday. Hmmm. I may be staying an extra day!


Following Mothership was one of the many Miss Buffalo Chip events.


This is Jeff and Sharon from the Seattle area. Jeff had his bike parked up front for numerous nights while I was here. They were also camping by me. He was telling me about trail trees that early native people used to mark their way. He said he has one on his property. Cool! I’d like to see it!



On this night Lynyrd Skynyrd would take the stage.


It seems they have done away with their confederate flag motif.


As usual here, people give thanks by twisting the throttle.



I was walking with Frank when we bumped into Randy. I’ve known Randy since my first time at Sturgis. Together the two of them stand nearly 13 feet tall.


Below is Kyle’s bike with some morning drops. Often times a bunch of us around the campsite would congregate in a circle of lawn chairs and share our experiences. Kyle mentioned a guy from Scotland rolling through here a few years ago. Ha! That was Trevor. I had written about him while he was traversing the States and had plans on meeting him at Sturgis myself in 2013. My plans changed. Kyle ended up meeting him at Sturgis and giving Trevor a place to stay later on his journey.


I went up to see the Seattle Cossacks near the Crossroads stage. This was the area of the Buffalo Chip outside of the paid admission gates.


These guys do crazy stunts on mostly old flatheads and knuckleheads.



Also in the area outside the gates are a number of things to see and do.


A tent with prints by popular motorcycle artists are displayed like this one be David Mann.


This bike won the custom Sportster contest. More on that later.



Here is Frank rolling back into the Chip.


Full Throttle Saloon

The full Throttle Saloon was a fun place. It was just down the road from the Buffalo Chip and becoming more popular each year. Soon after last years rally, it burned to the ground.


It once looked like this.


It looks like this today. That’s the same bus you see with the motel sign in the background above. Toast!


Everything was burned.


So the Full Throttle bought the Broken Spoke. The Broken Spoke was a cool venue and campsite with a huge pool. Fortunately Full Throttle kept the pool, but changed pretty much everything else.


The old drive thru bar….


is now a grocery store.


The giant sculpture that used to tower above the Throttle,


now lays on a flatbed in a swamp.


The Full Throttle built a new bar in a hangar like space on the far side of the pool from the new grocery store. I see they are trying to reinvent themselves. There is still a lot of work to do.


They did have nurses on hand in case of dehydration, or something?


It looks as though there are big plans for making the Throttle a monster venue, but they were not ready for this year. I’ll tell you this. If Woody doesn’t focus on getting more ‘A’ list acts into the venue over at the Buffalo Chip, Full Throttle has an opportunity to create a viable alternative here.


One big problem is that this area so prone to abrupt violent storms and this dirt field could turn into a mud bath in a moments notice.


This guy attached a cot to his bike.


My guess is the fire at the original Throttle has had an effect on the business at the Beaver Bar. This place opened up directly across the highway from the old Full Throttle and charged $2 for beer to get folks over. But now that the Throttle has moved, it’s pretty empty here.


I went down to Main Street and walked around around a bit.






I saw Darren McKeag on a side street. He is a great graphic artist and tattoo artist. I first met him at the Indian Larry Block Party. I’ve written about him before. A One Shot master! I bought a poster and a T-shirt from his website. He had some pieces on display at the Buffalo Chip too. More on that show later.


Tonight was my last night at the Chip. These lights were very popular on the bikes here a few years ago. You don’t see as many this year.


On this night Cheap Trick was playing. Cheap Trick was always a little corny, but admit I owned Cheap Trick at Budokan and I enjoyed the show!


Bun E. Carlos is no longer the drummer, but the rest of the band is intact. Below Robin Zander and Rick Neilsen twang it out.


Tom Petersson did a good cover of the Velvet Underground’s Heroin.



After the show I saw Gary, Sonny and Turtle. I asked if they had gotten any of the guitar picks Rick Neilsen had tossed out. They were a bit delayed in responding. Then a lady to my left handed me one. She said she had five. Nice! Got one!


After Cheap Trick 5 people in a pair of underwear lead the way to Mothership.


Mothership is why I wanted to stay an extra night. This band rocks!



Earlier I mentioned there was more to the story about the bike from the Custom Sportster Contest. They announced the winner on the big stage after Cheap Trick. It was the same bike I showed earlier. Then the builder of the bike rode it over to Bikini Beach and gave it to the guys in Mothership! Gave them the bike!


Well that was a show stopper! After the guys in the band were done taking pictures and revving that baby up, they got back to jamming with the bike on stage.


The band was psyched! Everyone was! It started getting a little rough in the crowd. It seemed there were a number of local rowdy fans from Texas around me. A little shoving began. Then, suddenly some big dude put me in a head lock! Oh shit! Ahhhh! Ha! It was Randy! He was laughing his 6’5″ ass off! Funny! But after this giant let go, I realized I had a little more elbow room around me. Thanks Randy.



The next morning I got up, packed my gear, said goodbye to my new friends and neighbors, Frank, Kyle, Brian, Travis, Jeff, Sharon, Sonny, Gary, Turtle and Bryan (the shade master). Oh and I met Kelley (the guy being raised in the air above) up at the showers. He was still in disbelief about the gifted bike.


Randy described where he was camping, so I stopped by and woke him up on my way out of the Chip. Randy could nap through a carpet bombing. We talked for a while, then I headed out of town for the Black Hills of South Dakota.