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

Family Photo Vault - Motosurfing in 1972

So now I have photographic proof that the joy of melding two sacred arts is actually ingrained in my DNA and can be traced back to the early 70's. Pictured here is my Pop's circa 1972, expressing his genetic instincts of wanting to... I guess surf, with whatever means possible... in this case a 1971 Yamaha 360 (I think) on a stretch of highway in pre-revolution Tehran. Today, similarities in his surf style resemble that of his motorsurfing days.

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