The Tattooed Man

We took Lily swimming at the usual spot in the pond, and on the way home we walked by the tattooed guys house. His two bulldogs and Jack Russell terrier ran out of the wide open kitchen door and stormed the fence but we were already past. The tattooed man was in his driveway polishing the front fender of his all-black motorcycle. We stopped to admire it, asking him if it was vintage. He told us he built it from scratch, including the welding and sheet metal parts. I was totally impressed.