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

Where Motorcycles go when they die...

This Moto graveyard is in some abandoned building in Lockport, New York. I can only dream about the hidden treasures buried in that pile of rusted glory. I guess I know where to look for spare parts if I'm ever on the East Coast. (Photos from Chris Seward's photostream)




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