Chris Petty Photo Art
306/365: We Don't Need No Water Let the Motherfucker Burn!
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7-17-11
Well, I guess my cousin Robin was serious when he got "SIK OF U" on his plates for his chopper. It all started Sunday when had planned a bike ride over to Oakford. I made my way to Virden and after a few last minute preparations we were on our way. I suited up, started my bike (which never has any problems mind you, it's a Honda) and pulled around front where his chopper was parked. Zzzzziiiing. Zzzzziiiiiiiiiiiiinnngggg. That's all we heard as Robin hit the starter button and instantly we knew, the starter had gone bad. Well shit, that totally sucks! After kicking rocks for a few minutes we decided to make our way over to Oakford anyway, by vehicle which wasn't quite as scenic by bike of course. I think Rob got a little sick of hearing me ask if he was finally going to list his chopper on Craigslist and get himself a dependable Honda. By the time we arrived back to Rob's place he had sunken further into this catatonic stupor like state. He was clearly bummed out. We made our way to the back yard to have a seat and talk a bit about the day. We conversed about the fact that it was a good thing the starter decided to go out BEFORE making our hour and a half trip to Oakford, and not having it happen there. That would have really sucked! At one point, Rob got up and went into the lawnmower shed. I watched as he crossed the lawn, gas can in hand, still in this odd incoherent state. I thought nothing of it, I figured he was just prepping to mow the yard for the next day. Then there was a loud WOOMPF! that came from the driveway. You know, the sound that lots of gasoline makes when you throw a match into it? I sprang to my feet and dashed to the driveway to see Robin angrily screaming at the top of his lungs, "We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn!!!" It was almost as if all his tension was being released at once. The stupor had clearly vanished, an eerie teeth grinding grin resting on his face. But was he in his right mind... ?
14-24mm
sb900/diffused @ 1
ttl cord
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306/365: We Don't Need No Water Let the Motherfucker Burn!
All photos protected by copyright, you do not have permission to use or remove.
Press L on your keypad.
7-17-11
Well, I guess my cousin Robin was serious when he got "SIK OF U" on his plates for his chopper. It all started Sunday when had planned a bike ride over to Oakford. I made my way to Virden and after a few last minute preparations we were on our way. I suited up, started my bike (which never has any problems mind you, it's a Honda) and pulled around front where his chopper was parked. Zzzzziiiing. Zzzzziiiiiiiiiiiiinnngggg. That's all we heard as Robin hit the starter button and instantly we knew, the starter had gone bad. Well shit, that totally sucks! After kicking rocks for a few minutes we decided to make our way over to Oakford anyway, by vehicle which wasn't quite as scenic by bike of course. I think Rob got a little sick of hearing me ask if he was finally going to list his chopper on Craigslist and get himself a dependable Honda. By the time we arrived back to Rob's place he had sunken further into this catatonic stupor like state. He was clearly bummed out. We made our way to the back yard to have a seat and talk a bit about the day. We conversed about the fact that it was a good thing the starter decided to go out BEFORE making our hour and a half trip to Oakford, and not having it happen there. That would have really sucked! At one point, Rob got up and went into the lawnmower shed. I watched as he crossed the lawn, gas can in hand, still in this odd incoherent state. I thought nothing of it, I figured he was just prepping to mow the yard for the next day. Then there was a loud WOOMPF! that came from the driveway. You know, the sound that lots of gasoline makes when you throw a match into it? I sprang to my feet and dashed to the driveway to see Robin angrily screaming at the top of his lungs, "We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn!!!" It was almost as if all his tension was being released at once. The stupor had clearly vanished, an eerie teeth grinding grin resting on his face. But was he in his right mind... ?
14-24mm
sb900/diffused @ 1
ttl cord
Want to be a part of my 365 Project and get your photo taken? Got an idea/concept? Contact me, Don't be shy! Let's create art!