After spending the weekend camping with my family in Connecticut, I was traveling south on the I-95 when we stopped to eat at a local restaurant. Across the road, I saw the sign for this old roadside motel and walked over to snap a few pictures. That’s when the tattooed man came out of his room smoking a cigarette. We exchanged a few words and he went back into his room. I don’t know if he was the owner of the motorcycle, but he certainly fits the profile.