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.

Friday

The Family Photo Vault - Part III




This week I've got a few more photo gems of my Pops circa 1973. Riding somewhere out in the Persian desert salt flats... Rooster Tails, Drifting & Wheelies... The Husky (one of many) he had apparently was one of the most powerful dirt bikes you could get at the time... or at least in the area. He told me that it ran on a type of vegetable oil... and would smell like a burger joint after riding all day. I love hearing the timeless stories of all the ridiculous situations he and his friends would find themselves in. I need to pry a few out of him and post them. More to follow.

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