Seattle photographer Paul Hernandez's photo story of my shop -

Seattle photographer Paul Hernandez, stopped in last Fall, and asked if he could take a few photos, and do a little write up of my shop for his facebook page. and has allowed me to present it here on my blog - - Paul Hernandez Nov. 1 , 2021 · I am beginning work on a series of stories with written and visual content. These stories are about unique individuals with special gifts and talents. I am not sure how often or constant they will be posted. It will depend on when the stories arrive and show themselves to me. We are living in a time of uncertainty and many of our values are disappearing everyday. I hope to preserve some of our culture and history in this manner. This first story is about Ed and his amazing shop. I was introduced to Ed through a dear friend during a shoot for her. She wanted me to see Ed’s shop, so we stopped by after our shoot. I grew up around old-style shops that have become a lost art in so many ways. Technology has changed the landscape and old shops cannot survive as they once did. My stepfather (whom I consider my real Dad) was an auto mechanic. He worked at University Ford on 45th Street in Seattle. The dealership has been gone for years. My father also ran a shop in our garage. He would work on family and neighbor's cars on weekends, and during layoffs which were often during the 60’s and 70’s. Helping my dad in the shop/garage; one of my jobs as a youngster, was to hand the tools to him while learning them. I did not get to go play, I had to work and learn the mechanics of life so-to speak. However, I am eternally grateful to my dad for instilling a hard-work ethic in me. Without this gift, I would not have had what it would take to survive as an artist. I also had an older stepbrother (he’s been gone for 25 years). He was a Harley man through and through. He had a huge effect on me. I would follow his path and ride Harleys for years. I was so deep into Harley culture I would become a Patch Member. (I wore colors and was a member of a club), which is a story for another time. My dad and I also built my 65 HP Mustang in that garage. How I wish I still had my Mustang and my 62 Harley! So, my love for old shops is very connected to my heart strings. The smell, the look and feel of them is like nothing else and is a place in me that is a part of my fiber. Ed and his shop brought me home within. I have not been connected to that part myself for some time. When I met Ed, the ideas for this project had been floating around in the back of my head for years; and here it was right in front of me! Ed and I had never met, nor did we have a planned appointment to shoot his shop and hear his amazing story. After meeting Ed and a quick tour of his amazing old shop out in the country nestled away. I ran out to the car like a mad- man and grabbed the camera. I found myself shooting pictures before permission was granted. Of course, out of utter respect, I asked Ed if I could take a few images. I felt myself as a kid in a playground. I have not been in this type of environment for years; it was intoxicating, which surprised me. I let go of this way of life years ago. So, for it to have that kind of effect on me was paramount. When I got home and viewed the images, I decided Ed would be my first story. Ed is the last of his kind. He is the last true builder and craftsmen of Velocette Motorcycles. They were founded in England in 1904. The company went out of business in the early 70’s. However, there were a few folks who brought some of it to America (California) to try to keep Velocette alive. This is a huge story that I will not go into detail here. My focus is on Ed and his shop. What I will express briefly is the Velocette enthusiasts from all over the world, celebrities included, come to Ed to get their bikes rebuilt or fixed. Velocette's are temperamental as most English bikes are. Hence why I was a Harley guy. However, Harleys could be a real pain the in ass as well. But that Harley V-Twin feel and sound... that American power is like nothing else. However, Velocette was responsible for the modern look and design of bikes today, such as the swingarm frame and the foot shift. Ed is getting to a point in his grand life that it is becoming difficult for him to continue his amazing craft. Here is where the story for me has the most meaning. Like my father and older brother (both gone), there is no one to carry the torch. Ed is the last of his kind, his shop makes the parts no-longer available. He has a tool & die shop within his shop to do so. There are endless parts in part-boxes on shelves from Velocette. If he does not have the part, he makes it. He is the only one with most of the old parts and knowledge to make them, there is no one else. We are losing parts of our culture and communities more than any other time. We cannot replace this when it is gone... it is gone forever. So much of America is disappearing as well as our traditions and those who made them .