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.


New mellon saver - Goldfinger would be jealous

I finally picked up a new helmet_ Open-face, disco-dome with a Gold-Flake finish that would make Auric Goldfinger giddy. After 2 months of hopeless bidding on eBay for a vintage Fulmer, I decided I should just buy a new one... that looks vintage. Plus I take comfort in knowing that it won't be heavily lined with 30 years of some biker dude's head sweat, dandruff, generations of lice, bear grease, mustache oil and smelling like old fashion musk. I was shocked (well kinda) to see bids up to $400 for a few in good condition. Although I might get my jaw ripped off if I ever find myself body surfing the pavement; the old open-face, bubble-shield style helmets bring me back to an era that... well, I was never a part of, or even born in, but still feel like I have some kind of distant, stalker-ish relationship with. Plus my Pops had one exactly like it back in the day (when he actually wore a helmet).

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