I have high regards for my dear friend, Jonathan. I’ve mentioned him in this very Column in the past for reasons of music, but Jon was also the guy who turned me onto track bikes years ago when I was still running through Boston on my ‘96 Gary Fisher Hoo Koo E Koo. I fucking miss that bike.

As long as I have known Jon, his day to day has been this KHS with that funky seat tube (show above). He’s beat the shit out of it but like most good bikes, it keeps running. Jon also tends to tire of the normal bike decoration and when he get’s tired of the paint job, he’s the first guy to grab some permanent markers and give it a face lift. I’m pretty sure this is the third commission he’s done on the KHS.
His latest work is the work of genius. From afar, it looks like a splatter pattern or a DPM of some pastel sort. Due to this unique look, he is stopped by bike and art fans alike, all pondering his technique and style…

But the truth is that for the last few months or so, he just keeps writing the word “Fuck” on his frame; usually in the morning right before beginning his commute. I find it awfully appropriate to be honest. Layer after layer of “fucks” later and he’s developed a colorform on his KHS like no other.

Superb work dear friend.