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

"Surfing Ruined My Life" - A letter by some guy

This letter was featured a while back in Surfing Magazine's Letter-of-the-Week blog. I enjoyed this gentleman's humor (who apparently lives in my neighborhood) and thought I would share it with my 8 readers (Hi Mom). I'm sure we can all relate. I too pay through the nose to live by the beach, jeopardize my job to surf, sacrifice eating in order to save $$ for new boards and my commitments to any set plans are subject to the swell forecast. Entire weekends that were set aside for visiting family were spent visiting the local break. Why are we so addicted?

Letter of the Week: Surfing Ruined My Life

“Surfing Ruined My Life.” That bumper sticker stopped in front of me at a red light. I think it meant surfing the activity, not the magazine, because you don’t ruin lives. You ruin study habits.

But surfing does ruin lives. My friend and I had a conversation about this the other day. If surfing were a girlfriend, it would be the worst nightmare succubus wench outside Fashion Island — the type born platinum blond straight onto a Stairmaster, hot and shallow as a frying pan. She’d wear faux-felt Juicy tracksuits and walk her tiny rodent canine to Starbucks at 10:00 a.m. on weekdays, when decent people are working.

She would sap our ambition and convince us to settle for flexible jobs, draw down our bank balance in outsize rent checks so we could live steps from the beach, shut us off from friends and family who’d quietly wish her next facelift would turn fatal, that needy, scheming, gold-digging bitch.

What are we giving up right now to be with surfing? It’s best not to think about it.

Love,
Brad Lynch
Venice, CA

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