Ladies and Gentlemen...I did not hop on my first bike (meaning motorcycle) until 6 years ago and I am now 40 and that is because 6 years ago, I fell in love with a bad ass biker dude. Bad ass, meaning, all around American, callused hands, Trump supporting biker dude. He has a long ass red beard, only wears levis and grunt style, smokes Marlboros, drinks nothing else than Miller Highlife every night and the whole town knows not to fuck with him! So that, my friends, is how I became a wannabe (yes wannabe) biker chic...:) Anyways....after a few bike riding adventures with the "crew", I realized that this was the PERFECT way to get back into photography, which has ALWAYS had a special place in my heart. We ride the past the most beautiful, natural, country, old Tennessee/NC scenes and so I started capturing them on my camera. I told ya I was a wannabe...what kind of bad ass biker chic does fucking photography right? Well i do...even though I'm still working on the BAD ASS part!
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