Me".....I can laugh about it now, but when I first met him 15 yrs ago after riding into his East Village garage(looked more like a chopper chopshop), I thought "WTF DId I Just Get Myself Into? I'll have to fight my way past this fuckin Psycho & his two goons, or Die Trying." It was hard to think anything else when you came face-to-neck with him & you're thinking "this guy's gotta love pain to have tatoo'd his entire neck with some biblical verses & he's probably looking forward to reciting them in that gravely voice as he stands over my dead body". But he turned-out to be a regular guy who loved retro choppers, and I can laugh about my first encounter with him. May he rest in peace.