A few weeks ago,Maurice from the Netherlands dropped into town for the day. It just so happened that I had popped the new windshield in the nomad. So I said what the hell,let's clean it up and roll around L.A. for a bit. It was cool to be cruising the car again. Since I had been bodyworking the roof of the car,working on my house and working in the shop on various bikes and other projects, I hadn't had it out on the highway in about four years. We stopped in and saw a few friends in different parts of the city,had some good grub and came back to my house for a good BBQ with some other Buddies. It was a good day!
One special stop was to see my Homeboy Barry. Barry has been one of my closest friends for about 20 years now. Barry and I met at Laidlaws Harley Davidson dealer. It's funny how you meet some of the most important people in your life. This stop was special because Barry's father,Barry Cheshawalla,Sr had just passed away a few day's earlier,and this was the first chance I'd had to get together with him since his father was in the hospital a week before. Barry and his family are Osage Indian. The blanket that we're holding in front of the car carries a great significance! It's the blanket that Barry Sr. was to be buried in just a few day's later. I was honored that Barry suggested we should take a picture with it. Rest In Peace,Big Barry.
Thanks to Maurice for making sure he got the shot. And thank you Barry,for being the friend and Brother that you are.