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.

Thursday

Time Travel

Ok, so I started this blog thing a little while ago, but could not bring myself to actually go through with it. Afraid of feeling like a 13-year old girl... "Dear Diary...", I got lazy, went a on a few trips and reveled in the best surf I have ever seen, delivered by our beloved El Niño. Plus I didn't know how to actually make a "blog"... Jesus I sound like such a douche. Anyways I got over it when I realized no one will actually read this or give a shit about what I have to say or like. I think of it as more of a time-capsule. That sounds much better than a "blog."
So I am going to retrace my steps a little and recap some of the fun -> the present... Add a couple photos, drop a few names, try to reminisce and see how it goes. Again, think time-capsule and stop judging me. Whatever, piss off.

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