Zombie Dropouts

It's hard to be a one man bike gang and actually get anything done, or at least have proof of doing anything. Months of riding around in parking lots with a bag of beer and an iPod go largely unnoticed except by the occasional drunk dumpster-diver. No man is an island, and no Zombie is one anymore. Recent ridings with Dead Fred and †he $andsman have been productive and exciting. Here is a little something Fred shot the other night, hopefully just one of many frozen moments to come.




Any one wanna go ride? Send me an email, lets do the damn thing.