Saturday, March 24
Folk art, man
I don't know what it is actually. But, no doubt like you, I find pleasure in the krust, rust and personality of old chopper parts.
I can imagine some fella buying this taillight and then gouging it in his garage, somewhere in Nowheresville Arizona, putting it on his Triumph with no thought for the future or the fact some bloke on another continent would one day be pondering over his scratchings.
I share the Japanese fascination with trying to guess the stories that could be told by these old bits and pieces.