Im a car guy all the way, but I definitely love my share of sweet bikes at the same time. As I mentioned in my post yesterday, downtown hosts a great event on wednesday nights called “Blues on the Mall” that rocks some great live blues music and a dynamic range of bikes from fully custom cruisers, mph devouring crotch rockets and kickass vintage bikes like this old skool Indian. This bike, however, stood apart from the some 500 other bikes at this particular event.

Like most of us car guys, the bike guys would give there bike a good cleaning, and possibly a fresh coat of wax, before heading out to show er’ off to the rest of the city. This one… not so much! In fact it looked as if this thing hadn’t been cleaned since it rolled out of the Indian dealership back in the day. It wasn’t about the freshly washed and maintained paint job, or the highly polished chrome and accessories. Everything on this bike was worn and torn, and it flaunted its imperfections like medals of honor on a war hero’s chest. It had soul… pizzaz… gumpshun.. and a bunch of other spunky descriptives that the other bikes lacked! The owner knew what this bike was made for… Riding.. and boy did he ride. Every other bike owner had to tell the stories of his bike himself… not this guy… His bike does all the talking for him, displaying the trophy stories in each and every soulful bump, scratch, knick and ding.

I think shooting these with the ol’ AE-1 worked out perfectly! It definitely speaks its language, translating the story just right!