I once pulled up at a small town to take some photographs for a customer...An elderly woman sauntered over and proudly proclaimed to her friend how her husband had to sell his Triumph many years ago -in a "its either me or the bike" style ultimatums- I told her he got a good deal...but secretly we both knew I was in the guise of "tonto"-a red indian - speaking with a fork tongue!


"Id rather have a bottle infront of me than a frontal labotomy"