Jeff Decker: 2009

Monday, December 28, 2009

MECHANIZED COWBOYS & INDIANS

Pancho Villa & General Pershing fought using Indians & HDs before WWI!

Yep... Pancho & a stolen HD could be the next sculpture.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Monday, December 21, 2009

1937 at Daytona Beach 1952 at Bonneville

Joe Petrali set the the Land speed record at 137+ in 1937 w/o the body work & the bike showed up again at Boneville, in 1952 to set more records w/ Stan Dishon

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Cal Rayborn

Won the Daytona 200 in '68 & '69 on an HD KRTT. The Flathead swan song.

Langlitz Death's Head Cascade & JAP speedway

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE DECKERS

We are so proud of Jeremy, he has come a long way. The puppies & kittens last year had us worried.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

GREATEST CUSTOM CAR OF ALL TIME

My bologna has a first name;

O S C A R

My bologna has a second name;

M A Y E R

Oh, I love to eat it everyday,

and if you ask me why, I'll say;

"Cuz Oscar Mayer has a way with

B OL O G N A"

THE CROSSING GUARD

A common site in the 'Bay Area', a mind blower in Speingville, Utah.

This requires some explaining.

My studio is on the west side of old hwy 89 & my wife's restaurant on the east side. The lines for the crosswalks have years ago faded, & people in my town would sooner run you down than 'yield to a pedestrian'.

I found this little stroller & doll at the dump & use her as my Crossing guard.

From the sidewalk I take an about face & without looking head into the hwy knowing my life may be in danger but my baby's is not. People love babies & always yield. When my friends Vincenzo & Tiziana from Latina, Italy were visiting last summer I pulled out 'little Lucy' to walk them safely to lunch. It struck them as strange & funny... & it dawned on me, maybe I am, a little off.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

JD NH JJ

IDLE HANDS

I've been Blogging for almost 4 months now.

I don't even know what BLOG stands for & saw one for the first time maybe a year ago.

Because of my compulsive & additive nature I avoid new things that might suck me in.

My original intention was to create a photo journal of sorts.

Mostly pictures, with a short sentence, or no explanation at all, for as the the mouth breathing masses say; "A picture is worth a 1000 words". I disagree. My imagination tends to be more lovely than life.

Back to point, this BLOG was not meant as my soapbox... but here I go.

Just finished watching JULIE & JULIA, a film, no heterosexual male should admit enjoying, yet I loved it. For some reason this "feel good movie of the year" spawned this rant.

My wife is a foodie, restaurant owner, caterer & cuisine student. Her cook book collection pails in comparison to motorcycle library, but that is just me bragging.

In 1999 I meet Jack Silverman at the ARMA races which used to be held at Steamboat Springs.

For some reason he took a liking to me & invited Kelly & I to stay a time with him in his home in Aspen. Jack & I shopped that day, we were to cook dinner for the girls that night. Salmon with a heavy pesto sauce, cooked out of doors with snow at our feet huddled around his side yard adobe oven. That night I slept blissfully under 800 thread count sheets. I bored Jack quickly, as I am sure my use of 'the' before university or hospital gave away my middleclassness, & we don't keep in touch. A shame really, I like him.

Now to my point. There are clear cut lines between social economic classes. Don't fool your self the poor know who they are as well as the rich know who they are. They seldom ever develop meaningful relationships. There is no climbing. Bill Gates is middle class with billions of dollars, so is Oprah. Now a Carnegie, Morgan, Getty or Rockerfeller is high class. These people hide, the new rich show themselves. I have clients with millions of dollars & others with billions. The ones that made it in their life time are quite different from those born with it.

Their is no climbing in one generation. But there is one group that throughout the ages has been able to move back & forth, slipping between class divides. Court Jesters, Artists, Authors, Poets, Starlets & and other such people that the rich find as interesting as a yacht or a fine time piece.

I have flown to a place alone in a Lear jet & returned home on a Greyhound bus. I have slept in my van in the parking lot of the Ritz Carlton waiting for my several thousand dollar complimentary room. I've had Top Ramen for lunch & fois grasse for dinner.

Artist are treated special(PC for retarded). If our joke is in poor taste, it is tolerated, if our behavior is not acceptable, we are eccentric. Somehow the rich as well as the rest of us let artists be freaks, because we can't help it, were different. I think I ought to be held accountable for my stupidities, but as long as people forgive... the worst I'll get.