For me, Triumph motorcycles will forever live in Jims garage. They will always smell like Pabst Blue Ribbon, paint and oil. Endlessly accompanied by the man with the handle bar mustache. As a teen, he would wave me down the street to watch 1970’s footage of his famous #86 tear the dirt, check new paint or hold a random part. My interest in Motorcycles was born in that dark garage. Here are some shots I took of some Thai style Cafe racers.
120mm film, .5 wide angle lense and Holga body.