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The bikes were stored in a garage beneath the Rittenhouse hotel in Philadelphia, we had a game of 'who's bike is this' under the orange sodium lamps... |
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...while Paul Cox signs his life away on the release of liability form. |
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Stretching my boundaries a bit, I've chosen an S1000RR, certainly different than my usual ride; but if I'm going modern, I'm going all the way. |
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Conrad Leach |
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Independence Hall, shrouded by scaffolding. The day was a scorcher, 94 degrees and 90% humidity. |
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Justin Chatwin |
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The sticker says Tricia Helfer, and so it must be |
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Former Vogue cover girl turned actor still has her photo chops; this one is for Jérome... |
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Philadelphia isn't only about cream cheese... |
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Chris Salgardo, who purchased a 6-cylinder BMW and rode it to Philly...after stickering it up. |
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Jared Zaugg |
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The money shot. |
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Super models; Tyson Beckford and Tricia Helfer, a photo op for the assembled media... |
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...who did indeed assemble... |
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Philly's number one tourist attraction; the Rocky statue. Random tourist joins group photo |
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Niki Thomas of amfAR fans the flames on a 1926 'J' Harley |
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Customizer Paul Cox immediately modifies his big twin |
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Not only was the day wickedly hot, we had GPS issues getting out of Philly, making many wrong turns and baking in the sun |
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Each car takes about a year to restore, but many of the cars aren't restored at all. Bulgari's fascination is with 'everyman' cars, and he doesn't collect Italian exotica, only American machinery. |
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Alain de Cadanet explains the steam-bent ash interior of a Ford Woodie |
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1910 Buick racer, undergoing repairs to a damaged engine block. Still owned by Buick |
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Jason Lee; period correct |
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Temperatures dropped towards evening, and occasional rain/hail leavened the heat. |
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Photographer and producer Timothy White |
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Conrad filthy and happy to be finished |
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As we rode into the night, a leaden sky flashed with bolts of illumination, revealing strange celestial landscapes, glimpse by glimpse. |