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.


It's a girl!!! Newest member of the family... The Dom

It brings me great pleasure to announce the newest member of the TheMotorSurf family, little miss Dominator. The 5'6" bundle of joy was delivered by the stork late Saturday afternoon. And when I say "delivered by the stork", I mean I dragged my better half around town, in traffic for almost 2 hours to pick it up (...even after she helped convince my indecisive self that we needed another board in the house, thanks... She's a keeper). I decided on the almost indestructible Firewire surfboard technology (see below) after recently buckling my most precious of boards, breaking a fin plug out of my 1st back-up board and smashing the rail on my 2nd back-up board. Leaving me with a 1979 twin fin and my 6'2" mini step-up. Hopefully this one will last a while... (A friend had one that he literally drove over and nothing happened to it).

As soon as I wrapped my little hands around her 19 3/8 inch waist and started walking to the car, I immediately began to mentally route the fastest way to the beach... I imagined one hand on the wheel, one hand on the wax bar... driving right over the remaining tourists and straight up to the waters edge... do a rolling jump out of the car and immediately start paddling, so as to not waste a second. Her mysterious outline and subtle curves had my curiosity burning. How did she paddle? What would the first drop feel like? Will the bottom turn be smooth or skatey? Will it fly down the line or bog?... The (few) cogs in my head squeakily turned as fast & furiously as they could... OH WAIT!? I thought to myself. This is the first board I've owned with 5-fin plugs... meaning it can be set up as a thruster... quad... bonzer... twiny.... winger... single... no fins.... the possibilities are endless... how would I choose for the maiden voyage? Actually I would only really ride it as a quad or maybe a thruster, so my possibilities are not endless, but not limited either.

My first-wave dreams where immediately crushed after a receiving an update from my personal surf reporter, Mr. Jeremiah James Hennessy, who sent me a photo of Lake Pacific with the caption "literally flat"... Paddling out on a surfless day with a new board would be like buying a Ferrari and keeping it under 10 mph. Or scoring a date with a supermodel and telling her you just want to be friends. Or opening a beer and only having a sip... It's just not right... I still oddly felt the urge to drive over tourists on the beach though. HOWEVER, the friendly forecasters over at Wetsand have predicted a little Southern Juice will be flowing our way over the weekend... so I'm keeping the fingers crossed for some decent testing grounds and see if I can rip like Taj or flail like the Cardiff Kook. For now, I'll keep the little one tucked away til she's ready to play.

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