The Red Dragon

Bad Motor Scooter



Yet another installment in our exciting series of action photos. This comes from a brief, glorious, and probably ill-advised period spent in the seedy underbelly of a Portuguese biker gang. I thought of it as embedded journalism. Or a search for belonging. Maybe is was simply about an insatiable thirst for danger and barbecued meats. Thirst for meat? Whatever it was, hopefully some of you lame desk-jockeys can get a vicarious thrill through my passion for life.