I Stole My First Motorcycle

dave-spencer-2015Let’s say it was a rescue adoption. Leaning against a fence behind the neighbor’s vacation house. Sadly neglected. My buddy and I pushed the chrome fender Honda into our garage. It didn’t run, and wouldn’t anytime soon. That summer the little bike was our labor of love. We gave her many late nights and every spare dime. Our rewarded was a grand August exploring logging roads outside our little town. But summer ended; back-to-school. Besides, my friends parents were asking questions. We quietly returned the shiny treasure to it’s rightful owner. There was a fresh tank of fuel. All it needed was a kick-start. I hope they gave it another chance.

My Passion. Thanks, Mom

Believe this or not, Sears used to be in the motorcycle business. You could visit one of their stores and climb right on a shiny new bike while Mom looked at waffle irons. And that’s exactly what I did. Sears was her favorite so I spent a LOT of time with department store motorcycles, dreaming into the future. In fact, my time at the motorcycle display turned into a life-long passion. There’s been Hondas, BSAs, a Norton Combat Commando Interstate(!) Road Kings, Bobbers, a chopper and all sorts of BMWs. I’ve said it many times – no such thing as a bad bike!

Dave’s Darkroom

Junior high delivered harsh realities: I was too small for football. Too short for basketball. Not talented enough for baseball. Being a poor swimmer spelled sure poolside embarrassment. I joined the wrestling team, but getting my ass kicked in PE every day wasn’t all that inspiring. I wanted to be really good at something, so girls people might notice. With a keen interest in photography, I launched a camera club. We started a school darkroom that actually turned into a bit of a social hot-spot. Eureka!  Girls.  Loved.  It.  Under lenient supervision, the guise of art (and a Do Not Enter sign) we played rock & roll and, um, studied photography like crazy!

A Photo to Remember

I visited a friend’s home recently and noticed my photo of him, doing what he loved, hanging in his family room. It was 30 years later. A photograph can be a calming trip back in time, or a powerful catalyst for the next adventure. It can be a gentle reminder of who we really are, and more. Whatever a photo means to you, I think it deserves to be done right. Every action portrait I ship has been created to capture the essence of what you love. They aren’t ‘snapshots’, I hand process every image. Color, tone balance and sharpness are dead-on. It’s custom cropped and printed to very high quality paper and mounted on art board (then framed if you desire). My goal is a photograph you’ll want to hang on the wall – that’s why I’m sending it.