About Me
I went to work for Orange County Ironworks at age 12, working on and off until I graduated from high school. From there I went on to community college, but after a series of zeroes I realized it wasn't quite my scene. It was back to Dad's company.
I toiled at Ironworks until I turned 20 and moved to Tempe, Arizona, where I had six different jobs in five months:Bouncer at a bar, which didn't work out because it interfered with my night life.
Busboy, which didn't work out because I was "treated like crap".
Telemarketer selling cell phones and cell-phone services, which didn't work out because I hate being bothered at home by telemarketers.
Valet parking attendant, which didn't work out because they made me run... and shave.
Movie-theater guy, which was enjoyable because I didn't really do anything but see free movies.
But overall, Arizona wasn't quite my pace either, so New York beckoned once my money ran out...Back at home I did carpentry with a friend for a year before again returning to Orange County Ironworks and working with my brother Daniel. Then, after two years of a job that was "unrewarding, cold and cruel," I went to a tavern one January night and met the man who would advocate my hiring at Orange County Choppers: Rusty, a.k.a. Russell Muth, producer of American Chopper.I was soon on board at OCC, answering phones, picking up parts, popping bubble wrap and taking out the trash. But within two weeks of my new job I was already on the road attending bike shows with my brother and father, and my stand-in was already out performing me. So while I have two people working under me now, I'm not quite sure what my job is anymore. But does that really matter?
