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.


I wear Old Animal Skins for fun

I recently spent an afternoon with my better half exploring the heart of downtown Santa Monica. A crowded grid of shops, restaurants, parking structures, sun burnt tourists and some incredible homeless characters (yes, I saw a guy get into a physical altercation with his own shoe, which he referred to as Sergeant Shoe-ter). It's hard for me to browse a store longer than a few minutes without getting bored, dizzy and strangely hungry. We wandered our way through a couple stores, ending up at a vintage clothing shop. I did the usual bored boyfriend browsing and happened to spy a few leather jackets. Pulled out the first one and tried it on. Fits like a glove and smells like Marlboro cigarettes. I was sold. - The better half loved it and before my indecisiveness set in, she had paid for it. Quite a generous gift. A vintage Wilson's Leather motorcycle jacket. I promised myself that I would not wear it in public until I finished rebuilding the bike...

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