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I RIDE WITH JESUS

Photos by Magnus Westerborn


The first time I met Preacher Mike and the Christian Crusaders was at the annual motorcycle meeting in Sturgis, South Dakota. Someone gave me an invitation to a Christian revival meeting for bikers. It sounded odd to me so I decided to go. When I got there they were singing along to Bob Dylan’s “Serve Somebody” and waving their tattooed arms with their fingers pointing towards the sky. Preacher Mike told me that in the past his bike had packed everything from drugs to guns but now it was packing bibles. I gained their trust and followed them for a few years, depicting their lives until Preacher Mike passed away.
The images are from Magnus Westerborn’s book
Bikeriders For Jesus (fotografwesterborn.com)



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Anonymous, on Jul 25, 2008 wrote:
the most beautiful thing i ever fucking sawed.
Anonymous, on Jul 25, 2008 wrote:
Moto-Cross
Taeil, on Jul 25, 2008 wrote:
What would Jesus ride?
Anonymous, on Jul 20, 2008 wrote:
My friend Mike saw these guys about 10 years ago at at local Biker Church. He talked about how they used to sing this song I used to be Jones’n for dope but know I’m Jones’n for Jesus

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