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

I pitty the f--l


I will be the first to jump up and shout from the rooftops that my career path is currently set on slow course towards the dull void of oblivion. But when I sit back, crack a brew and scan the web for sundry media indicative of our societies hell-bound path to ease my discomfort, the realization soon dawns that I can think of few jobs more nightmare-inducing, soul-crushingly disturbing than being an executive for the FCC or the MPAA. No I'm not going to spew a negatively charged rant about censorship and the tight ju-jitsu strangle hold said organizations have on our constitutional rights (see 1st amendment). We have all heard this before. I simply would like to reflect on how these people sleep at night. How mundane their daily experiences must be and how offended they feel on an hourly basis by everyone and everything they encounter. I understand that society needs regulations and rules to function smoothly. However the material these organizations deem offensive is quite laughable. Comparable to being offended that Michelangelo's David is naked. They must be incomprehensibly closed-minded, uncultured and ridiculously self-entitled. If you haven't seen "This film is not yet rated", please do, it's been out for 5 years. This all started after reading an angry parent's letter to the editor in a surf themed publication about being offended by the girls in bikinis and that it has nothing to do with surfing... Maybe she missed the 50 other half naked guys in suggestive poses?... Maybe she has never been to the beach? Does she get mad at the NFL for having cheerleaders? Anyways, I'm not sure where I'm going with this, other than feeling sorry for the poor bloke who thinks he's made the world a better place by censoring artistic expression to conform with what they believe is best for society to experience. Wow, I think this is the first post that has nothing to do with either surfing or motorcycles. Oh no, I'm starting to stray from the theme... heeeeelp.

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