This is what I can remember my Dad’s tattoo looking like. My Dad was a husband, father of two girls, and a baby clothes salesman who just happened to own a Harley. He got the tattoo from the next door neighbor named Gypsy, a wondering Harley Davidson tattoo artist partyer. These two souls collided one night over many beers and BAM! My Dad was the proud owner of a tattoo.

It was supposed to have his name on it. But for some reason, that did not happen. Must have been that last beer. So for my illustration, I put his name on it for him. Love you Dad!

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