Goddamn, when did generic line art become the standard bearer for idiots? Similar to contemporary RV graphic design. With names like Outlaw, Tracker, Lance, Predator, and Cougar. Like, of course, your stupid "toy hauler" has a name as dumb and uninspired as the swirly swishes smeared across it.
You can hear the collective eyeroll when the (presumably) drunk tattoo patron walks into the parlor asks for, "I don't know, something that looks cool?!"
Well, Brixney and/or Chet, what do you think is cool? Ufc, lifted trucks, motocross, Wwe, New Country Music, or having Cowboy Hats without having Horses or Cows? Or is it more the Jesse Pinkman aesthetic? Monster Energy, Auto-Zone, Sea Doo, Dragon themed gas station knife? A Meth-sthetic?
You know what? Here. Here's a bunch of meaningless lines trying to fuck each other for space. Have this generic wad of deconstructed bird shit forever. Call it "tribal".
I swear I would charge them double and tattoo a picture of Guy Fieri instead.