THE MOTOR-SURFER

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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.

Monday

Recap-ing




As promised, a brief glance over my shoulder at the past few months...
What happened: End of summer, Portugal, Spanish road trip, car accidents, surfing, music, Art shows, blackouts, broken boards, motorcycle buying, drunkards on the couch, rooftop tacos, New Years in Dubai, surfing in the Persian Gulf, Venice bicycle gangs, boring job, breakwater kook-fights, Gummy bears, massive waves, driving for waves, perfect Rincon, San Diego reefs, old friends, rain storms, mustachioed moto repair, barneys, laybacks, mangoes, green trees. (photos by: Janos Palko, Jacqueline Little, other people, myself)

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