Documenting life during the first attempt at restoring a vintage motorcycle.

Similar to the zen -like feeling that is realized through surfing,
motorcycle repair can elevate the mind to a meditative state that eludes time and space...
Meaning I obsess over it, get frustrated, yell, laugh at myself and overall waste a lot of time.


iLikeDisBike - Mr. McQueen

Steve McQueen... the name alone conjures a charismatic style and attitude I only wish my persona could emulate.
"I'm not sure that acting is something for a grown man to be doing." - SM
I bet he would have surfed a twinny. Fast, calm and smooth with an aggressive yet effortless approach. I wonder if his sponsors would have made him a turtle-neck wetsuit? The iconic epitome of cool.
Check out his bike... 1953 Vincent 998cc Black Shadow.

"Well," he said, "as your attorney I advise you to buy a motorcycle. How else can you cover a thing like this righteously?"
" No way," I said. "Where can we get hold of a Vincent Black Shadow?"
"What's that?"
"A fantastic bike," I said. "The new model is something like two thousand cubic inches, developing two hundred brake-horsepower at four thousand revolutions per minute on a magnesium frame with two styrofoam seats and a total curb weight of exactly two hundred pounds."
"That sounds about right for this gig," he said
"It is," I assured him. "The fucker's not much for turning, but it's pure hell on the straightaway. It'll outrun the F-111 until takeoff."
"Takeoff?" he said. "Can we handle that much torque?"
"Absolutely," I said. "I'll call New York for some cash."
- Hunter S. Thompson

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