The cute gal with Jim is Toots, a singing sensation.
Showing posts with label indians. Show all posts
Showing posts with label indians. Show all posts
Friday, March 16, 2012
Monday, October 31, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Willie's Tropical Tattoo show
Saw some lovely tats as usual, Superman was on an old English bloke from "Up North" he said, "this is a right good do, we're glad we came."Hardtail was on a guy who makes Hardtail beer from Denver, his shipment failed to arrive so we had to make do with swill like Miller Lite.Indian Jim won "Best Flathead" with his '42 Chief, one of his "prizes" was a signed Hustler centerfold from 2004, the Florida sun does great harm in 7 short years, wear SPF40 and give up the fags, ladies. Jim gave me the copy which I shall treasure.


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bad tattoos,
choppers,
hot Indian cooze,
hottie,
indians
Friday, July 17, 2009
This snack tastes nothing like dog
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Spent all day in the sweltering heat riding around with Indian Jim, a constant and true companion, his old timey wisdom and knowledge inspires us young 50 year olds. These pics were taken at Willie's Tropical Tattoo, I think I like old bobbers that tell a story rather than choppers these days. What's the deal with the 13 pool ball as a p-pad?









A terrific picture of Indian Jim in his deuce waiting to get a run in whilst Big Mike and I are finishing ours. The Karachi Krusher ain't all that fast but it gets driven, and driven mercilessly hard.
