11.24.2012

11.22.2012

U DON´T THINK ABOUT US

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Valeria

11.05.2012

PUBLICATION

REV , Motorcycle Culture, Portugal, August

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9.20.2012

GLADIATORS

Rye House Dirt Track, London, UK. A kids´ playground.
There are moments in your life where you feel that you have to do what your body ask you to do. That was my case a few weeks ago, decided to jump onto that flight to Liverpool to try out on my own flesh what was that dirt tracking thing about. The main idea was practicing for a couple of days on a private track up north UK, and then going doing towards London to the Rye House track, to practice once more on a bigger one , and finally race with the novel ones on Sunday.
The problem was that I not only tried it out on my flesh, but in my bones, so I ended up with a broken foot before Rye House. What I finally did was dragging myself on crutches to the Rye House race, just to see the real-skidding-pro-ones-motherfuckers.
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What I found there was a wild horde coming for hell ready to turn left faster than anyone, no matter what, who is in front and not looking back. Kids and not so kids ready to fight to eat dust the less, riding on impossible positions all of them followed by a horrifyc red cloud of infernal dirt that hardly let you breathe. A spectacle worthy of a Coliseum, like authentics gladiators.

Ave, Caesar, morituri te salutant!!.
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9.04.2012

BUFFALOS

Friday night, nothing to do... went here, Ontigola. And we commit this body to the ground; earth to earth; ashes to ashes, dust to dust...

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9.03.2012

ALIEN NATION

La Sal del Diablo, de El Solitario MC, La Sal art by Ornamental Conifer, alien helmet art by Maxwell Paternoster. Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket

7.21.2012

... AND THESES ARE MY OFFERINGS TO THE GOD OF SPEED

Went there once, a couple of years ago, took back with me millions of pictures that I have been watching over and over on my computer and never felt like showing to anyone. Feel this kind of frustration of not seeing on those images nothing but a vague description of what is that no-mans land, called Bonneville.
Fuck cars, fuck motorbikes, fuck all the rest, when you are in the middle of "The White" there is nothing else but you, the earth and that place where the God of Speed dwells.

Coming back this year to the 6th mile... lets try it again, theses are my offerings to Thee.

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7.06.2012

MAXWELL PATERNOSTER (Corpses From Hell), THE BEST AND THE REAL MOTO-VIDEO EVER

No suelo incluir en mi diario motografico material externo a mi camara, pero hay veces que es inevitable, ves algo, te encanta y lo haces tuyo, y lo enseñas para que los que te rodean lo disfruten...... o que piensen: "se te va la olla tia", ;).
Es el caso de esta pieza de MAXWELL PATERNOSTER, el mejor video y el mas real que he visto nunca entorno a una moto. Una locura.

Keep cool Mad Max!

6.22.2012

WHEELS & WAVES

SOUTHSIDERS, Biarritz, 2012, Too porn to be true.
Tios buenos y motos guapas // Cool guys and pretty horses

When I woke up last wednesday, I got a phone call from David ( El Solitario MC)- "We all are leaving tomorrow in the morning!, are you in?"- he says .

Man!....... I thought, another bunch of riders with a bunch of greasy motorbikes!!.... I was getting a bit bored of the same story over and over again.  Dind´t feel like leaving my animals home alone, but I was feeling kind of like a mushroom lately, so I packed all my shit and decided going to that "Southsider´s thing" that verybody was talking about, jumping into Jalisco´s van.


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Chambre D' amour??? WTF??

Yep, like in that picture above, sometimes you are in front of serious decitions, to Biarritz, to the beach, Biarritz....beach? It wasn´t this case:
Certainly, never got to see the waves!! but when I arrived to the Chateau the first day, what I saw was a completly different concept of what a riders reunion  met before. The old and the new, luxury and trash merged together as one thing, sort of a High-class-post-punk secret sociaty in a kind of a Hollywood porn movie environement, with only one thing in commun: their passion for motorbikes.

People from many different countries made a fantastic greasy salad of beautifull funny people, I´ll miss all of them, I´ll remember all of them, I´m whishing seeing them again.
Thanks for the invitation David and Val!
Thanks Vincent!
Thanks all!

Here is a litle selection of what sourrounded me there... the rest.... must keep secret ;).

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