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HomArt Rod Iron 3-inch by 14-inch Scroll Sconce, Antique Black

HomArt Rod Iron 3-inch by 14-inch Scroll Sconce in Antique Black is a great piece or iron art for your garden or outside living area. The Sconce attaches to the side of your home, fince, outside wall and holds one 3-inch diameter pillar candle. The Sconce is made of rod iron in Mexico and has one panel behind the top scroll where you can scrw it into a wall. Hanging hardware not included. This Scrol Sconce is also available in Cabo Rust or Natural, to suit your style and decor. Leave outside year round for years of "weathered" use. Decorate your life, with HomArt.

Kimura rescues old Harleys from their postmortem fates as saloon decorations, museum attractions, and—worse—from having their dissected parts dispersed throughout a backwater of garages to become paperweights, ashtrays, and doorstops. His company, Zero Engineering, based in Okazaki City, Japan, is comprised of a small group of adherents who are loyal to both Kimura-san and his vision. True to the chopper way, Zero’s motorcycles also embrace contradictory philosophies of design, in this case a blend of Western and Eastern paradigms. Kimura chose not to follow the parade of shiny, chrome-plated, technologically freighted, and extravagantly painted bikes. He prefers antediluvian engines stuffed into chopped, rigid, gooseneck frames with an itsy-bitsy peanut gas tanks, leather bicycle seats, big fat balloon tires, wire wheels, and kick-starters. He exposes the mechanical guts of his bikes and virtually shines a spotlight on their prehistoric parts, including drum brake and Linkert carburetors. His electrical system might look as if it were wired by Nikola Tesla. Every piece of his machines flaunts its age. But don’t let the richly patinated facade fool you or the fact that it looks like it’s about to dump oil. It is put together like a fine Swiss watch—okay, maybe a Seiko. Its new form melds seamlessly into the Japanese landscape, as natural looking in front of an ancient Shinto shrine as the steed of a Tokugawa samurai warrior—out of time but not out of place, reincarnated. Kimura believes that old motorcycle designs transposed to contemporary choppers have a metaphysical power to transport riders into the past. In deference to his affinity for old engines, he strips away what a bike does not need to show off its power plant. The fact that old motors and frames are made of less malleable iron and steel, instead of aluminum, often dictates the forms that Kimura must follow and how a bike will ultimately look.

Larry was no Indian. As a young mechanic in New York City, he was renowned as the go-to guy for wrenching on Indian motorcycles. As fortune goes, the moniker stuck; the motorcycle company did not. From being chased in his car through several states by a police helicopter to getting shot during a bank robbery and winding up in Sing Sing, to being followed by a camera crew in a chase helicopter for a shot on national television, Larry’s life was filled with intrigue and adventure. Larry’s bikes are old-school. But that doesn’t mean old fashioned. An Indian Larry bike is, in his words, “stripped down to the essence of what a motorcycle should be.” There were no gauges, no long forks, no fat tires, no front fenders. He had no disdain for decoration though. He applied a number of signature touches to his choppers. For instance, you’ll often find painted graphics on an open primary belt, and there is always be a suicide clutch and jockey shifter. Kick-starters make more than mere cameo appearances, but when Larry once broke his right foot, he began to include electric starters. A sissy bar is the place to hang a bed roll and a jacket. The engravings on Larry’s motors rival the hieroglyphic art of ancient Egypt. And it’s a virtual Indian Larry trademark to have an oil filter hanging off the side behind the transmission, instead of mounted conventionally in front of the crankcase. He loved the “gizmoness” of choppers and wanted it to show. Larry was also big on ’60s-style candy color and metal flake. There is a requisite hardtail frame, but always with some crazy-ass twist—literally. Larry bent, snaked, and twirled red-hot steel into such complex shapes that you might think he swiped an ornate wrought-iron gate and made a bike out of it. Larry thought all of his bikes should be a cross between a Top Fuel dragster and a road racer.