While down at the local motorcycle shop shooting a spherical panorama in the show room - this old, odd biker walks in… skateboard shorts, shirtless (but carrying a wife-beater undershirt), loafers, white socks (stuffed full of pens, a pack of cigarettes, matches, a comb and other assorted items), a hospital ID on his wrist and quite a few tattoos on his chest and back.

I heard the woman that runs the shop inquire about one of his tattoos and asking if he had “earned” it. When he saw me with his camera he wanted me to take a photograph of him sitting on one of the bikes in the shop, which I did. A little while later he wanted me to take some more photos of him on another bike but I felt like he was becoming a bit of a pest so I told him that he had to wait till I was done with the pano I was shooting.

He hung around for a couple of hours but left before I was finished. Later I asked the shop owner what the tattoo meant she inquired about, and she told me that was the mark of a contract killer for the Aryan Nations (the “incarcerated in a federal penitentiary” division)…