Monday, 17 June 2019

FTH Vs Spit and Sawdust

June 12th was the date of our last Bike Night held at Spit and Sawdust Skatepark in Cardiff, this place is awesome whether you skate or want to hang out and taste some great food! Christian and his team have a great menu going and even created an FTH burger for the night. The night was a little low on numbers due to the weather but we still had some strong bikes turn up also Tony Smith taking some great photos.






















Tuesday, 11 June 2019

Sami's first wheels



I always knew I’d get a motorbike, dad and my uncles raced stock cars and had owned plenty of bikes and rad vehicles in the past, I remember the big old 60’s Honda Dream dad had in storage, but unfortunately I never got to see that running, bikes just always appealed to me more than cars, although they still have a big place in my heart. he would reminisce about his youth, him being a rocker and getting into all sorts of trouble with the mods and police, the gang mentality and his beloved leather jacket that got stolen!


One of the many photographs from the scrap car days,
Uncle Alan, The infamous Graystone Rebels Jag being raced by Uncle Kev

 Growing up we had a Honda 70 trike that we’d ride around the beach and the fields and my bro save up his paper round money to get a scrappy little DT50 with a duck tape seat that we’d razz around on. 


teeny tiny me on the Honda 70


My bro and I having fun on the old DT


I left home at 15, young and pissed off, I wanted to find my place in the world, knowing that I didn’t belong where I was. I was poor, living on benefits, in a damp, freezing cold flat, with a smack dealer next-door and some old hippies that grew weed upstairs, I’d work shitty weekend jobs to fund myself through college and draw posters for shops in exchange for clothes to keep myself looking fresh! The luxury of owning a motorcycle was a far away dream, to get my wheel fix I took up inline skating, before moving to Skateboards, I met some of the best people all over the UK in that scene that I will treasure forever.

I think I was about 18/19 now, I had no plans on going to university, as I was already a practicing illustrator, but one of my college tutors could see my potential and convinced me it was my best option and it was, not because of the education, that was honestly a massive waste of time, but I got a LOAN! From being such a poor kid, who’d already experienced a lot, having a couple of thousand pounds wired into my account felt like I’d won the lottery, fuck spending that on getting pissed up, I’d already been there and no one really spends it on books and stuff do they? Naaaah! I knew exactly what that money was going on, getting my motorbike licence!!!!

I Booked a deal with unlimited lessons, so I could take it at my own pace and learn as much as I could before going out on the roads alone, once I passed my test, I struggled to find a bike for me, not knowing anything about makes and models, even 125’s felt massive to me, I was tiny. I spotted a Yamaha SR125 in midnight blue across the showroom and headed directly towards it knocking over everything in my path ( that last bit may or may not have been added for dramatic effect )

I sat on her and I knew instantly this lil Yammy was mine.


One of the only pics I have of the SR, 
before camera phones above 1 megapixel!


I couldn’t believe I owned a motorcycle!!! Little me, the girl who couldn’t afford to eat or buy new clothes,  I was in love for the first time in my life, I was so proud.

Well we had some adventures, that little Yammy and I, let me tell you, haha. L plates off and I was straight on the motorway, nothing could stop me, I mean coaches could overtake me but I could hit 80mph ………downhill………with the wind beind me, but so what! I was freeeeeeeee! 
I had full Hein Gerricke  leathers that swamped me and the most hideous Childs road helmet with assorts of aerodynamic fins and shapes going on, it was the only one that would fit my tiny pea head, there was none of these nice retro styled helmets or protective clothing back then, man we’re spoilt with choice now. My full waterproof suit was a regular saviour of freezing cold, wet rides up and down the country, I would ride every day from Huddersfield to Leeds, rain or shine, unstoppable!!!

That lil Yammy never let me down, not once! 

I had already moved homes and towns a handful of times since I’d left home, but I ended up in Leeds, I found my first sense of belonging in that city, it was exciting, so much going on, a good link to the motorways and rest of the UK plus it was surrounded by beautiful countryside, we’d ride up to Otley Chevin on the regular, my little Yammy and I. 

One morning I woke up, I went to check on the Yam, and it had gone….
Devastated doesn’t even begin to explain how I felt, it’d been stolen in the night and burnt out a few miles away!
That bike was so much more than just a bike, as they often are I know. But that was my first taste of freedom, it helped make me who I am, I mourned like I’d lost a loved one, crying myself to sleep time and time again, knowing that even with the insurance money I’m not going to be able to afford another bike.

I was so down, after uni, I struggled to find work and my illustration career had grinder to a halt after all the analyses and ‘constructive’ criticism bullshit that I had to endure as a young, delicate artist.

I had to start from the bottom up, working for recruitment agencies doing waitressing and bar work for below minimum wage, struggling to get by. It wasn’t until a few years later that I had more regular bar work that I could afford to get another bike in instalments. It was a Yamaha Dragstar, I never bonded with that bike,  it was so easy to ride that it bored the shit out of me, kinda like new Harleys, hahahaha, sorry people, they just have zero character, but at least I was on 2 wheels again and my freedom and journey through this life on 2 wheels could commence! My heart still hurts when I think of that cute little Yammy being set on fire by some opportunistic cunts!


The Dragster that I sold just after this photo,
 look how stoked I am to see the back of it, haha, onwards and upwards!


Saturday, 9 March 2019

When I was asked to paint this tank by our good friend Karl, I was so excited, but also filled with dread, haha. I knew it would be a challenge and require my full attention, when jobs like this come along, I think about it for days, sometimes weeks, before I've processed it and feel ready to begin. As soon as I started, the excitement overruled the sense of dread, I knew it was going to be good, the colours popped, the one shot paints behaved themselves and I felt completely at one with the Mack brushes. I can't wait to see this lacquered, mounted and ripping round the streets!










Monday, 25 February 2019

Glide around New Zealand

We recently took a trip to New Zealand for a family wedding, making the most of the chance to see the country. We hooked up with Bularangi Harley Davidson rentals to take one of there Ultra Glides out for a week. This bike isn't something we'd normally ride but we thought it would perfect for taking in a bunch of miles while carrying all our luggage. We captured some of the beautiful countryside we rode through.

Check out this video we put together from our time there.


Thursday, 24 January 2019

Where it all start kinda

We've just been going through some old photos and talking about the stories that go along with those days. Looking back it seems like much simpler days, they probably weren't, it's just that you forget all bullshit and remember all the good shit you had going on. We got talking about our different bikes over this years and which our first and favourites were so we're going to put some photos of these bikes and little background on them. 


This was my first road bike, I'd been racing motocross for a bunch of years and it was starting to take a back seat to my tattoo career. The less I was riding my dirt bike the bigger the urge was to get a road bike, I had always been drawn towards the chopper scene so I got in touch with Sean who was working at SHD in Stoke. We had met many years before riding motocross, I was very green at the time, with regards to the whole chopper thing. I took a couple trips up to Stoke hung out with Sean and Steve and those guys ended up building me my first bike. It was so cool going to visit every couple months seeing the progress they were making on the bike. The attention to detail was incredible coming from motocross bikes where pretty much every bike looked the same it was so refreshing to me to seeing such a personal stamping out on a motorcycle. I can remember the first day I got to take the bike away with me at the end of October, I was so pumped my good friend Dan and I rode to a tattoo convention I was working that weekend. A 350 mile round trip maybe wasn't the best idea for a shakedown ride but thats just credit to the job Steve and Sean did on this bike, it didn't miss a beat the whole way. That first winter I put so many miles on this bike and learnt so much, coming from small motocross bikes to these big Harleys, I had a lot to learn and fast but thats a whole different story.

CHRIS








Friday, 18 January 2019

A trip to the city

Little edit from some footage Carter took on our way into the City.



Music by Graveyard


Monday, 14 January 2019

NEW YEAR!

New Year new me and all that kinda bullshit!  We're going to make more of an effort to update this thing all year. Starting with a trip to London.

We were out and about on the East coast for an event one Saturday night with nothing planned for the Sunday so we got in touch with Miguel, a great photographer that we had met at the Assembly Show last summer. We had a few new products we needed to get photographed, we asked Miguel, he was up for it and knew of a great location that he wanted to use. We rocked up to find Miguel ready and waiting, he'd already scoped out a couple spots that we're gonna work for us.

Was are always stoked to work with creative people and this dude is well up there on people we want to work with again!

Head over to his website to more of his work.