Custom Cafés and Running With the Rain

Stuck blissfully between being a punk farmhand with a carburetor in my pocket, a vintage/sport motorcyclist and the ravishing desire to ravish the town with a bow tie around my neck. Motorcycles, vintage life, and can you say fandoms. Like all of them.


You know when an fast angry song comes on that you know every word to comes on and you’re in just the right mood that you’re eyes light up with the fire and angst of a thousand punk rockers and you just feel so alive

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