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I'm a product of the 70'sif you ever seen the movie "over the edge" kinda like that..a son of parents that really were'nt there..so that leaves me my freinds & drugs daily! by 1982 punkrock music and skateboarding became our world!! punkshows skateing everything we could get to street,vert 33 @ joe lopes ramp!backside over the chanel lean 2 tail slopy sweepermini ramps whateva? by 1985 my dad made me build my first car i found a 1956 vw ragtop bug!! start---finish!! we pulled the body restored it ground up! it was kinda fuct every bodys out partyin i got 2 stay home and wire brush my fuckin car!! in retrospect i didnt see what he was givein me but now im blessed to have the gift!! from doing drugs daily from 3'ed grade to 12'th my body was pretty underdeveliped so in 1991 i cut all drugs out of my diet and vw's turned 2 harley's and my interests turned 2 custom paint up 2 that point my dad painted all my shit so i told him i wanted tradishanal flames on my first harley "it looked like shit but in highskool i wrecked my vw while my dad was on vacation my second wreck so i couldnt let my dad find out so i got a new hood and fender hooked up with da paint store by the time the weekend was over i pulled it off..so with that notch under my belt i was determined to paint my own harley all through highskool i airbrushed in art class but not on metal so i got a bunch of candy paint and pearls i got some extra tanks and fenders and i was off no help from no 1 shot my base candy purple with pearl 2 "kinda muddy" but cool layed out some flames then tryed 2 paint them every color i had when i untaped it i was shocked! layed some clear then buffed my freinds were stoked so i took them 2 a swapmeet my freind had a booth i set them out with a sign any bike 300$ a guy came up and "i was like man he looks familiar" he was lookin at the paint he said you do this kid i said yep! looks good keep it up!! watch your name i said ERIN EVANS he said my names HARRY THE BEAR is your dad RON EVANS "yea" i new i new who he was my dad took me 2 his house when i was a kid.. in these parts hes a custom paint god strait "og" a guy that use 2 mix his own candys before house of coler was even a company! with his complament i was offically a custom painter!! i got a small shop in hayward my skills were raisin eyebrows 4 real then i met the "stick man" ERIC REYAS he was cool!!! racecar painter/driver most custom painters are HATERS not eric he tought me alot strait up!! MAD PROPS 2 STICKMAN i was gettin so good all the painters were hatein hard ED'S CLASSIC RESTORATION "hater" callin the fire department when i was paintin and i didnt have a booth im shootin in the middle of my shop! and ass whooppins werent helpin him so it was time 2 find a new spot!! and by all the people hatein i new i was ready the harleys i was building were killin em at the shows..so in 1997 the birth of ERIN EVANS CUSTOM CYCLES & ROUTE33 CLOTHING "in oakland" 33 is my inishals in the mirror so 33 became my trademark everybodys always wants to know what 33 stands for so there it is!!! 33=EE!!! shop started off slow by in no time im moving up! but still had troubles my long time best freind was my wrench i new he new what he was doing but he was tweekin real hard fuckin up his work cept comein back and he couldnt hide his tweek so i had 2 hide him in my wherehouse cuzz im paintin cops shit too i told him dont sell shit out of my shop but he did! so soon after taskforse gets a warrent in his name and raids me thay get in and see my travel trailer and shirt press with a shit load of my shit ow this is erin evans place found my medical marijuana grow room got another warrent and raid my show room!! "fuck" by then i got word so im half way 2 the moon! i had a medical prescription so with a grip of cash i got a mistermeener poss. so now its time to shit can my homie! now im tryin 2 do it all alone long hours im going through it! then "WORLD REKNOWN BOB GOMES" came through he worked at ron simms 4 20 years and he was just who i needed! now i had no more worrys about the service department he was building my bikes "world class" but since im no web designer or have a business degree the shop was hurtin and im buy more and more advertizeing i couldnt efford! shops in a pinch the hilton hotel casino "reno" wanting me to produce a show for street vibration!! my third one! book band,book venders & so on but them casino guys no how to write up them fuckin contracts i wasnt going to make any cash from them but i had a chance to make $ on tshirt sales and hopefully sell a bike but thay were givein me a bike to give a way i painted it so it sounded like a go!! i couldnt efford it so it was a gamble cause im backed up on bills so we made it with the help of a dear freind DON LAROSA "SL FACTORY" i showed up in his double decker smooth side trailer all black with a slamed peterbuilt my 1951 mercury a gang of my bikes and route 33 clothing but im in bad shape from a brake up with long time girl/babymomma! of 12 years but this was a no turning back show! i put my dad in the trailer all $ go's in the trailer!!!NO ONE IN THE TRAILER BUT YOU DAD!!so im runnin around putin the show on tshirt sales were rollin so im happy later on i look up at the trailer and a gang of my so called freinds and girls are in the trailer im like wheres my dad??? "fuck" soon after my dad came back i asked for the $ he hands me about a grand i say "WHERES THE REST OF THE MONEY DAD" he says i thought you came and got it? from that point on my nightmare started i got "got" 4 problably 10 grand i got back with like 4 grand!! and owing everything rent,bills,bob and my break up with babymomma i cant go on...so a freind comes with a biz. move 4 me 2 promote some bars in byron ca,i was like fuck theres cash in bars i always wanted 2 do a club! so its on! i closed my shop! my partner tells me he's buying out the other half owner but he's haveing trouble with the other half owners bodygaurd so we take a ride to talk to him the guy thought he was mr.bad ass cause hes got his bodygaurd with him he starts talkin shit tellin me i aint gonna open shit! so i beat the pants off the guy bad!! he was spitin blood and teeth like ketchup & popcorn..a few days later he go's strait up j cat gets a full size back hoe and tears the bars 2 the ground!! news stations came cops everywhere and the guy that i was doing it for looks at me like it was my fault!! the project went up in insurance so im like what the fuck am i going 2 do? soon after my babymomma sets me up with the cops on the phone and i lost my kids restraining orders the hole 9 yards and at the time im broke. SO? i bought my house in my dads name i tell him i need to sell my house 4 lawyers to get my kids back! he keeps tellin me just wait till hes like 13 he will be able to chose who he lives with "im like dad hes 9" my dad disapears and im a imotional wreck for real couldnt stop crying my son was with me so much any one who see's me says wheres forrest and im in tears!! so mr.anti drugs relaped after 12 years clean!! and relaps comes hard so i start eating,smokeing,snorting and selling shit!! i couldnt fill the pain as much but it wasnt going away im still crying daily going through it real hard my kids "sarah,forrest&aron"elvis" i love more than anything!!!! my girl michelle "BABYGIRL" im a wreck she leaves me.. now im out of control!!!OUT OF CONTROLLLLL!!! so my dads bright idea of helping me is getting me busted!! the cops come through and i get away! thay sneek up on me a couple of days later at my house and beat the fuck out of me sick dogs on me and i surrenderd! i bail thay came through took all my cars out of the front of my house i registered them in my freinds name sent him to get them the cops were pissed so they see me a couple of days later flip a bitch on me so i take them on a high speed chase! ends up with me getting beat down agian more dog bites and so many charges i was going 2 the penatentery i did almost 800 days my dad sold my house and wont give me my money so i got burned by every one i loved and my self! it is a fact that im back im clean! im broke! the only car i have left is my 1951 merc. everything in my life got stolen while i was gone..but im free...but on parole! to those freinds that have been true! i love you..to the fake you should steer clear of me!! what comes around go's around i still got a few freinds that are down "jason & donald" and lookin for more that are down for a wood that is down! im so far from opening a shop so i dont know what the fuck 2 do? if you no me you no ive always tryed to do everything myself its always been my job to help others but it seems now i got to surrender my pride cuz i now am the 1 who needs help............ or if you just got a hotrod that is lookin for a pimp ass paintjob i can honestly say my paint got "MORE GAME THAN THE AVERAGE" it's 2007 ive learned to stick 2 a legit hustel!! i guess you can say im takein it back. custom paint where it all started......."DA PIMP DAT FELL" ******ERIN 33 EVANS******* 4 all da h8rz talk shit i can handle it!