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.


Pieces Of The Pie - My Wheels are Red and so is your baboon's *ss

The wheels on my bus don't go round & round... I don't want a bus, I want a working motorcycle. So on to the next phase of motorcycle destruc... uh restoration. With a little elbow grease... aka blistered palms and mosquito bites (yes I work outside barefoot & wearing boardshorts), the front wheel came off, the front forks and rear shocks removed and throttle assembly, well, disassembled. The throttle assembly seems to be in good shape. The wheels & tires however...

At this time I would like to draw your attention towards the red spray-paint that heavily coats the wheels (and tires) as well as the various paint colors (white, black, yellow, blue, etc...) that were generously applied to the rear springs. Previous owner(s) might have been an ADHD artist? Partially retarded baboon with a weird paint fetish? Who knows... Downside: It will need to be cleaned thoroughly. Upside: The paint has actually acted like a protective barrier against rust, scratches and grime, so these parts remain slightly preserved. So for now, I'll be cleaning and trying to find new tires. Oh yeah, I haven't removed the rear wheel yet, but that should be relatively easy (fingers crossed).

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