I was eight years old when I met Pudge; it was my first day at a new school. We didn't get along very well until we went to vo-tech together for Commercial Art some eight years later. Dan the “Flash Master" Leister was a fellow classmate of ours all the way through school. Pudge and Dan were good friends and worked on badass rides together, Pudge with his pimped out Cavalier on thirteen's (but he kept ‘em clean) and Dan rollin' a Pontiac Le Mans (and it wasn't the old, somewhat cool one either). This was the start of P&OM.

    We all graduated in ninety-four and went our own ways. Pudge went away to college to be a Graphic Designer, Dan went on to become a Web Designer and I became one of the world's foremost experts at pumping gas. When Pudge returned from college he brought with him a new toy: an ‘85 S-10 that could “scrape pot holes". This was right around the time that the first garage burnt down, nearly taking Pudge's Cavalier with it. If it hadn't been for the Old Man all would have been lost.

    After seeing Pudge's sick low-rider I decided to build one as well. So I took my daily driver and started hacking on it. After almost nine years of sweat and blood I have a piece of crap that leaks more oil than the Exxon Valdez, and hasn't moved in three years. Somewhere in the middle of all of this Joe came into our lives and made us realize that motorcycles were where the fun was at, and that the beer is good… real good. For a while it was just the four of us.

    And then there is Zeke - the long lost member of P&OM. Zeke was around the garage since the early nineties. He also had a lowered S-10, but his true love was riding dirt bikes and stealing lawn globes, as well as flashing construction zone signs. We had some great times when we were all just hangin' out in the garage drinking beer and shooting the shit. Then Zeke moved on with the family life, brought his first offspring, Mercedees, into the world, and bought a house. He is still around and we see him from time to time.