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.

Wednesday

Pieces-of-the-Pie _ A Final Look Inside

Rounding the final curve and the finish line is in site. The distant cheer of the crowd grows louder and every stride is slightly longer. The bike is closer to completing the Marathon of it's rebuild than ever before. Like an Iron Butterfly ready to emerge from the dark cocoon of my makeshift shop, Betty sits restlessly, awaiting her final touches.

This will (hopefully [knock on wood]) be the last time these pieces (of the Pie) ever see the light of day. Forever entombed in their steal sarcophagus, sealed with the ancient engraving of the sacred word "Kawasaki" upon it's surface. The first kick will awaken the beast within and the 90cc little monster will roar to life with a ground shaking rumble equivalent to the sound of 1,000 clapping monkeys.



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