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.

Saturday

Family Jeans - The Photo Vault part II




These old family pictures are too amazing not to share more than once a week... My Dad circa 1972 launching the stairs of the Ramsar Grand Hotel & Casino on the Caspian Sea. How rad is riding in khakis and loafers, no helmet? He told me people would stop traffic on that street and gather to watch him and his buddies pull stunts in front of the hotel. Trying to find that same bike he had.

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