Hunkered down in the garage, clock hands ticking past
midnight, the radio gently conveying the words of the over-
night disc jockey from your local rock station; you’re lost in
your work, exactly where you’re meant to be. And Wayne’s
versions of these ephemeral moments of escape were as
technically involved as one could be while working on a
machine. He sourced. He fabricated. He welded. He built.
You know yourself.
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his brother, emboldened by the timeless Easy Rider (ever
hear of it?), whipped around Orlando, Florida, in their
spritely youth, Wayne eventually developing an appetite
for something bigger, something on which he could truly
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Thus his love affair with the Motor Company was
sealed, a fate destined to bring him to the Broken
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tona GarageBuild.com No Pro motorcycle show.
Expecting nothing but a good time and some
excellent home builds, Wayne ended up with
hands on something else: show gold.
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down in his garage, with his clock hands ticking;
this was four years in the making, and Wayne
molded everything himself. “I have no previous
building experience,” Wayne writes. “A friend left
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