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.


Sanded - By TAR

My good friend Tim Ryan at TAR Productions is at it again... This time with an epic little short he shot in one go, on a single 400' roll of film. A quick look into birth of our beloved boards... The shaping tools used to make our wave riding tools.

SANDED from Tar Productions on Vimeo.


Billabong Pro Tahiti 2011 - LIVE

One of the contests I look forward to all year has started! It's live from Tahiti right now. Check it out here. The surf forecast promises one of the biggest swells for a contest here EVER. Can't frickin wait! I'm sure we'll see some epic barrels, wipeouts and of course girls partying in the channel. Stop reading this and go watch the world's best take on the heaviest wave in South Pacific.

click to see big pic

Wave of Consequence...

Highlights from Day-1


MotorSurf Mondays VII

What a terrible word... Monday. Makes my shoulders and neck tense up just thinking about it. Hearing it makes me want to cry blood. The fleeting ecstasy of the weekend is now just a distant, blurry (alcohol induced) dream. I'm always amazed at the false sense of freedom one experiences during that brief 48-hours away from the ever watchful eyes of the time-clock. No fake smiles, passing head-nods and pretentiousness. Time to restart those repetitive motions of the work-week. Re-lock those shackles of corporate slavery. The rat-race has indeed made me into a rat... which would explain my recent and overwhelming fondness of cheese and unexplainable desire to hoard shiny objects in my desk drawer. For all of you fortunate enough to not be reading this - Have a round on me.


Hammerhead - Pier 18

My good friend Tim of TAR Productions just sent over this short clip. Unique editing, rad bike and some cool post-apocalyptic looking scenery. While Tim didn't shoot this particular video, check out some his other amazing works here and his Show Reel at the very bottom...

Pier 18

Pier 18 from Hammarhead Industries on Vimeo.

TAR Productions Reel 2011

Tar Productions Reel 2011 from Tar Productions on Vimeo.


LA Motorcycle Club @ Venice Beach Circa 1911

The Los Angeles Motorcycle Club in Venice Beach - 1911

Now this is pretty rad. Straight from the Library of Congress and into our hearts. Nothing cooler than 100 year old photos of people doing what you love in your neighborhood... things haven't changed much here in Venice and I feel like I could fit right in that picture. People still crowd the beach, love their motorcycles and for the most part still dress exactly the same... considering current hipster fashion trends... Of course that pier no longer exists, the people are all dust and those bikes are all extinct.



The word alone conjures a collage of mental images... screeching tires spewing a cloud of rubber smoke, fly-by wheelies, grinding gears, that distinct burning smell and as my better half mentioned - even a type of woman's purse apparently.
The Clutch is nothing short of an engineering feat of mechanical genius. So complex, intricate and sensitive, any attempt to tinker with it, parallels trying your hand at brain surgery (at least for me)... Why on earth did the name of this malevolent mechanical anomaly evolve into (late 90's) slang for awesome? Or as Urban Dictionary defines it: To perform a great action while under pressure with great skill and timing. You remember what I'm talking about... A word that shares a page with such classics as rad, dope, chill, epic, money, etc... All of which are pleasantries everyone can enjoy. Maybe they were describing what it takes to actually fix a clutch? The physical clutch, namely the one on my little iron beast, does nothing but cause anxiety, frustration and mental anguish. As I'm sure it has with many of you fellow amateur mechanical brain surgeons out there... leaving the once roaring monster of a machine, a crippled pile of comatose metal. Brain dead.

So what is the point exactly? ...Well the point is... on top of your head... and if you comb it just right... maybe, no one will notice...
Seriously though. There is something wrong with the clutch on my bike. The tiniest twist of the adjustment screw makes it immobile. Like I put a pin through its spinal cord. Tighten a cable and changing gears sounds like Paul Bunyan is trying to chop his way out of the motor case... After hours of listening, studying, trying understand and regretting ever getting involved, I have learned the moodiness and sensitivity is greater than or equal to that one girl you dated back in college. You know the one... Hot, fast, unpredictable and exciting... but the littlest quip would light the fuse to an explosion of intense fighting, confusion and frustration... Yet you attempted anyway, never fully understanding what was going on. Still, you thought it would somehow work out. The crazy would sort itself out any minute now... knowing the emotional pain and suffering you endured may or may not lead to those fleeting moments of pleasure you may or may not experience, depending on her mood of course.

Anyways. It's been more than a few weeks and I think I finally reached the razor thin median of functionality... for now. It still sounds weird, but at least it works. Let's just hope I don't piss it off.


MotorSurfing Mondays

What a better way to start off the week than on two-feet on two-wheels?
This guy is cheating...



Saturday Salty Surf Series - Films From Globe

Year Zero - We are just a few days away from the official premiere (AUG 3) of Globe's newest flick. The premiere will be held during the US Open of Surfing in Huntington Beach, which also happens to coincide with the Lost Atlas premiere. Sorry I just drooled a little. I was lucky enough to be at the premiere of Secret Machine a few years back...WOW do they know how to party. At one point I was yelling at a trash can for being a hoarder, low-fived Dean Morrison and told Taj Burrow he was my hero after spilling beer on his new shoes while his then 17-year old super model girlfriend snapped our pick with a flip-phone. I'm pretty sure the night ended poorly, but that movie and it's soundtrack played non-stop, on repeat, at our house for then next 6-months.


YEAR ZERO is a modern take on high performance surfing set in a post-apocalyptic world, reminiscent of Mad Max or an HG Wells novel. It tells a story of a band of renegade surfers, including Dion Agius, Yadin Nicol, Nate Tyler, Taj Burrow, CJ Hobgood and Damien Hobgood, on a road trip through the apocalypse in search of waves, women, and good times. The film’s original soundtrack by BLACK MOUNTAIN, whom VICE MAGAZINE has called, “One of the best rock n’ roll bands of our time,” creates a sonic landscape that fully delivers the immersive experience that director Joe G envisioned for the film.

The film was shot on location around the world entirely in super 16mm film and offers a unique concept with stunning visuals that capture the essence of surfing in a novel setting. YEAR ZERO follows GLOBE’S previous award winning productions such as SECRET MACHINE and NEW EMISSIONS OF LIGHT AND SOUND and is undoubtedly GLOBE’S largest film project to date.

UNGU - Shot for (and won) Transworld Surf's Imaginarium Contest about 9-months ago. Check out all the other rad videos here.
Old news but still good news...
  • 15 Magenta Painted Chicks
  • Taj
  • CJ
  • Dion
  • Nate




That time of the week again... Planning on doing a little riding and even littler surfing.


1950's Italian Motorcycle Police Drill Team

Like a beautiful ballet...


Dreaming In Black & White

Old photo of me with my first moto and my girlfriend at the time...

Bubbles under the clouds


Saturday Surf Series - Intentio

This week's Saturday Surf Series features an artsy little number that beckons to the child-like sense of adventure we have lost over time and kept hidden deep in our souls. Feel it.

Intentio - Trailer from Loic Wirth on Vimeo.

The funny thing about fairy tales, is that we forget about them so fast
And we grow up, we buy things, we build up fences
We sell our innocence and forget our dreams
We forget who we are in order to be something we're not
And we'll keep believing in this so called truths, until we forget how to live
Or until we open our eyes, and wake up.

Starring Marco Giorgi, Cristian Muller, Gabriel Medina, Craig Anderson, Fernando Moura,
Jean da Silva, Jeronimo Vargas, Gabriel Muller, Ricardo Santos, Ian Gouveia and Chippa Wilson
Shot in New Zeland, Uruguay, Indonesia, France, Hawaii, Brasil and California
Photography, Editing, Filming and Direction by Loïc Wirth
Narration by Vernon Deck



Yup... It's that time of the week again...
My big plans involve: White Russians and maybe some other stuff...doubtfully.


DumpsterGate... Drama in Surf World

The world of surfing is slowly turning into a day-time soap opera series. With all sorts of conspiracies, shady judging, rampant drug use, sabotage, infidelity, gambling, bribery, betrayal, etc... All the makings for an award winning tela-novela.

Before I get into the latest drama, let's do a quick recap of some memorable moments (a few from the infamous PostSurf blog of Lewis Samuels).

Most recently... Adriano DeSouz's FloaterGate: Winning a WCT event (in Brazil) with... a floater.

Jordy Smith's "NippleGate"

Mick Fanning's calling Stab Magazine Editor a F@#$ing J*w.

Andrew Mooney's "TurtleGate"

Rabbit Bartholomew almost getting murdered in Hawaii... for surfing better than Hawaiians.

The Volcom House and Da Hui's "BalanceGate" Promoting and actually believing in Powerbalance bracelets.

Sunny Garcia's tax evasion, imprisonment and overall violence towards others.

Jeremy Flores' blatant disdain for children ...especially signing autographs.

Surfline Founder, Satan Sean Collins and his Mexican surf/land heist: The devil is buying all the best waves in the world by forcing out local residence through lawsuits... aka his millions of dollars, to privatize the spots for future resort development and ownership rights of events.

The Cardiff Kook... what an embarrassment for everyone.

Bede beating Slater at Trestles in 2006.

Surfers getting caught with drugs in Bali = 12 years in jail.

Slater's winning wave against Andy at J-Bay.

Ian Carnes "stepping down" from ASP North America for "conflict of interest".

A shark scaring Taj Burrow out of the water in a heat against Slater.

Andy Irons' untimely death.

I recently discovered (although from early 2010), this post and video from The Brown Fish Experiment... regarding Dane Reynolds and his hot-selling signature surfboard, the Dumpster Diver.
A fews months ago Surfing Magazine did an article on Dane Reynolds. They included a video which showed Dane riding a Roberts White Diamond. Channel Islands forced Surfing Magazine to yank the video within an hour of when it was posted. They subsequently then developed the Dumpster Diver surfboard which has an incredible resemblance to the Roberts White Diamond. Along with a contrived story regarding finding some EPS foam in the Dumpster and developing the design. One fine young gentlemen burned the video that CI didn't want you to see to his hard drive. Here is said video, and if you want one of these types of boards, Go to Roberts for one:


J-Bay Has Arrived...Slaterless & Daneless :(

Stop #4 on World Tour - The 2011 Billabong Pro @ Jeffreys Bay South Africa has finally begun. A contest I look forward to watching all year... When I can actually stay up for the 9-hour time difference. HOWEVER - This year both Kelly Slater (who is currently getting shacked off his gourd in monster Fijian barrels) and Dane Reynolds have withdrawn. Dane most probably having issues with his knee injury and Slater can't seem to get himself to leave Fiji's best swell of the year to sit and watch the tiny cold dribble lap the shores of J-Bay. This contest will definitely not be the same. These guys are the show stealers. I'm pretty bummed, but hope for the best... Meaning Slater shows up seconds before his heat, destroys everyone and Adriano is eaten by a giant shark. For the love of God, please don't let him win another contest. Brazil doesn't need the ego boost and the agro Brazos at my local are juiced enough. I've got my money on Parko, Jordy & Kerr. Check out the highlight video.

Webisode 01 - All Eyes Focused on Jeffreys Bay and the Billabong Pro from Billabong USA on Vimeo.

Kelly, we miss you.

This is what Kelly is doing right now....

Yes, that's a right at Tavarua...


Saturday Surf Series - Lost Atlas & Tracking

First off we have the highly anticipated project from surf film prodigy Kai Neville, who defined the "Modern Collective" generation of todays Über progressive surfing youth. Lost Atlas looks insane. My mind is still trying to grasp 95% of the gravity defying maneuvers I just saw...

Can't wait for this one.

Next up, we'll take a psychedelic journey through time with Jimmy James Kinnaird, who brings us a new surf film from 1969... no wait, 2011... no definitely 1971, sh*t, I can' t tell... Smooth as butter ol' school single-fin stylin' in good ol' Indo. Featuring the groovey Ellis Ericson, Jason Salisbury, Niah & Mia.


Smoking Tubes

Big Waves + Strong Wind = Beautiful Images

Gigantes, El Carmen
Photo Elmo Hernández


ATG in Venice Beach

Just thought I'd share... Although completely unrelated to the on-going theme of this poorly crafted peep-hole into my mind. One of my favorite bloggers of A Time To Get... Exquisite taste, impeccable style and an appreciation for well crafted things. I think I have a man-crush. Check out this video - A behind the scenes look at a photo shoot for something or another he did, right in my neighborhood.

Nicholas Maggio from Andy J. Scott on Vimeo.


Mr Price Pro - Ballito

The Mr. Price Pro kicked-off yesterday (early in the morning), I tuned into some highlights just as I was shaking off the fog from the night before. Wonder kid Kolohe notched another perfect "10" in his contest belt, as did Corey Lopez. The waves were pumping and the surfing was some of the best since... well the last contest with pumping surf. Although the 'bar' is seemingly raised exponentially each time these superfreaks get in the water. Watch the contest live here and check out some highlights below.

Day 1 Highlights

Oakley Team



Billabong - Blow Up

Hello world.
I have been MIA for a while. Like always. Lack of creative juice, motivation, initiative, etc... has kept me at bay. Also, I went on an epic backpacking trip in through the Ventana Wilderness for about a week and surfed a little around Central Coast, more to on that later. I'll also have some updates on the bike - including but not limited to: my ongoing battle with the clutch, the mysterious phantom oil-leak and a moody throttle-cable.

For Now... Enjoy this free download from Billabong (starting July 1) of their new film Blow Up... no it's not an inflatable themed adult film. Featuring B-bongs B-Team and rising stars.

Blow Up Trailer 2 from Billabong USA on Vimeo.


Saturday Surf Series - Matt Meola & His $100,000 clip

In case you thought you were good at surfing...

A few months ago Matt Meola won Taylor Steele's Innersection contest with this video clip. This contest was a great idea and showcased some pretty incredible surfing from all over the world. I was fortunate enough to make the premiere of the first round movie/clips last November when it played at the La Paloma Theater in Encinitas... Brought my pops to the show, his first ever surf movie premiere. It was fun, we got drunk afterward with a few pros... no name dropping though.


Hunter S. Thomspon

Who isn't a fan of HS.T? I love his writing style, drinking style, life style and general perspective on living in the moment. My sister just passed on The Rum Diary to me over the weekend. A book I have had on my list to read for many many years and never got around to finishing. Hunter S. Thompson was more of a bad-ass than anyone I can really think of, other than (maybe) my favorite author of all time, Alan Weisbecker. Both have led amazing lives of unbelievable, life-threatening, crazy adventures. Both are stark raving mad and geniuses of their own accord. I live vicariously through their uninhibited and sardonic stories.

Anyways, back to Hunter S. Thompson. He shared the same fondness for motorcycles as most of us do. Probably because they bring you to edge of uncertain tragedy/death. Much like his drinking, drug-use and fire-arm habits. He spent almost 2-years riding with the Hell's Angels during the mid 60s (on a BSA A65), documenting their hell raising, during the defining moments of American motorcycle culture.

“But with the throttle screwed on there is only the barest margin and no room for mistakes. It has to be done right . . and thats when the strange music starts, when you stretch your luck so far that the fear becomes exhilaration and vibrates along your arms. You can barely see a hundred; the tears blow back so fast that they vaporize before they get to your ears. The only sounds are the wind and the dull roar floating back from the mufflers. You watch the white line and try to lean with it . . . howling through a turn to the right, then to the left and down the long hill to Pacifica . . . letting off now, watching for cops, but only until the next dark stretch and another few seconds on the edge . . . The Edge . . . ” – Hunter S. Thompson, Hells Angels

So, what point am I trying to convey? Nothing really, just thought I'd let you know that I'll be reading the book, whilst drinking rum and dreaming of being in Puerto Rico. The movie (staring Johnny Depp of course) is supposed to be coming out some time soon, but I'm too lazy to look up when. Here is a link to some photos and info about the new film.

Screen shot of the upcoming film "The Rum Diary"


It's Better In The Wind - Film Preview

A while back I wrote a post about these guys and their two-wheeled cross-country travels (check it here).

It’s Better in the Wind” is still going strong. Scott Toepfer and the guys are now in the midst of making a short film (shot mostly on Super 8mm) that chronicles their freewheeling life of adventure on the road.

It's Better in the Wind - Soundtrack Announcement from Scott Toepfer on Vimeo.

For me, “It’s Better in the Wind” is the essence of leaving the hassles and drama of the 9-to-5 grind in the dust– where it belongs. That’s the vibe that Scott captures so beautifully. It’s not about posing, man. It’s about showing. The images crystalize the adventure and joy of hitting the road with good friends– to inspire themselves, as well as us, to never stop living for the day– not the man. Amen.


Adriano wins Billabong Pro - Rest of World Quits Surfing

Barra da Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro/Brazil – The final day of the Billabong Rio Pro, saw some more disappointments. Mostly in the form of Brazilian surfer Adriano de Souza winning the freaking contest. Heavily over-scored in the dismal conditions of his country... A lot of chatter around the surf web/forums are claiming that since this contest doesn't really make a significant difference in the world title race, the judges basically inflated the scores of the Brazilians who are constantly complaining that they are victims to biased judges and scoring throughout the year... But who knows, the kid is pretty good. But judge for yourself. Watch replays of all the heats on the contest website Especially quarterfinal heat #4 against Owen Wright.


Art Of The Cycle

If you happen to view motorcycles as an functioning mechanical sculpture and engineering as an art form AND happen to be in Long Beach on Saturday, I highly recommend attending the Art of the Cycle show... That is of course if you survive the apocalypse. Hahaha, stupid. Anyways, I'm sure it will be cool. The show was created to showcase the talents of the artists and bike builders that define our local motorcycle scene here in Southern California.


Dreaming in Black & White - Slipping Under The Storm

Although my posts have been slow... I've secretly stockpiled some (relatively) rad photos.

Plus look forward to an update on the motorcycle rebuild. Ive been furiously tuning, tinkering and test-running... Just gotta figure out the sudden random acceleration problem and we're good to go.


Rio Rio Rio - The 2011 Billabong Brazo Pro

...Starting this morning, the world's best surfers will be recovering from a serious hangover and praying that any illegitimate children they may have fathered from last year's event won't show up to the contest.
Luckily, the contest has been called off for the day by the judges due to "6-foot closeout waves"... Hu? I (and probably everyone else in the surf world) would be pretty stoked to watch some Brazos take a pounding in some big closeouts, but seriously though I am kinda surprised... I guess the closeouts would mean a 1-maneuver-style contest, making it weird/stupid to "claim" a wave that you did just 1 choppy air reverse on... or is that standard practice in Brazil? JK, JK...

Whatever, I hope they make the call tomorrow so I can have something to do at work other than actual work. Check out the video preview below. Watch the contest live here BILLABONG PRO RIO.

2011 Billabong Rio Pro - Webisode #2 from Billabong USA on Vimeo.

Dreaming In Black & White - Nice Set-up

Thanks Jodi...


Pay to Play - Marzo Mania

Clay Marzo knows how to surf... I swear.



So I have been slacking on posting anything for a while, simply because I've been a slave to my job for the past few weeks, what with my promotion and all... But hey I get paid overtime, work at the beach and mingle with VS models, movie stars, Arab royalty and billionaire pharmaceutical moguls. No complaints.
There have been a lot of exciting events in the world over the past couple weeks, so I put together a little photo montage of the important ones.... namely getting a new set of H3-Nexus fins (which I'm told will make me surf better), getting a new seat cover for the motorcycle, installing a new carburetor that nearly caused the bike to explode, Parko scoring a perfect-10 for the win in the final seconds of the Bells Beach Contest, Dane Reynold's print& fold model, scoring a new pair of fold-able Steve McQueen style Persol shades, some epic barrels in West Oz for Taj & Jay and a mini-surfless-vacation to Palm Springs.

wyadup from on Vimeo.


Taco Tuesday Night Riders

Twas a Twuesday...
The day the good lord madeth the Taco. Which is why, on the 2nd day of the week, we commemorate the creation of the holiest of holy gifts by ceremoniously gorging ourselves on pounds of marinated, finely chopped steak, cooked slowly over an open flame, along with the ritual consumption of Latin America's finest barley based brewed beverages... Just like Jesus did on Taco Tuesday thousands of years ago.

Only this time we took turns riding around on the trusty steed, loudly spewing thick clouds of smoke (and exhaust) as the beast struggled to haul tandem teams up and down the street with all 90CCs of her might motor.


7 Ghosts _ Get Ready To Freak Out

TOM Curren leads the latest Rip Curl Tip 2 Tip Search mission to the Seven Ghosts in Indonesia and into the first legitimate river bore barrels in history.

On Sunday, March 20, after a few test runs to figure out the initial Seven Ghosts tidal pulses, the crew moved into a prime location over the best sand banks on the river and prepared to whip each other into history. With cameras rolling from the skis, zodiacs and helicopter, Curren faded into a growing 6-foot (2m) left-hander, backdoored its folding lip and was spit out to the cheers of the 15-man Search crew intently watching nearby. It was undoubtedly the first legitimate river bore barrel to be made in history.


When Worlds Collide - Motor Surfing

Horribly cheesy, but made me smile...

Found on the web.


Japanese Tsunami Surf Hero - Rescues Wife, Mother, Others

Hideaki Akaiwa redefines bravery.
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What this guy's day job actually is, I honestly have no idea, but based on the limited information I have, one can only presume that his daily nine-to-five routine probably falls somewhere between the motorcycle chase scenes from the movie Akira and John Rambo's antics in the book version of First Blood on the ridiculousness/gnarly scale. But that's only speculation.

The one thing we know for certain is that Akaiwa was at work on the 11th, when suddenly, right as he was in the middle of jumping over a giant Gatling-gun-armed robot while riding on a rocket-powered jetbike he'd MacGuyvered together out of vines, tree branches, and a couple thumbtacks, something terrible happened – an earthquake. And not just any earthquake – a mega brain-busting insane earthquake the likes of which the island of Japan had never had the misfortune of experiencing before. The ground shook, buildings crumbled, lights smashed apart, and the entire population of the country froze in fear as fault line below Japan rumbled for a ridiculous two-plus minutes.

The raging tsunami that churned up from the quake took a bustling city of 162,000 people and instantly turned it into little more than a ten-foot-deep lake.

Needless to say, poor Hideaki Akaiwa, concerned for his family, rushed out of his office in time to see his city completely submerged under an obscene ten feet of water that buried everything from houses to businesses. He ran to the high water mark and stared helplessly into the sprawling lake that once used to be his home.

But it gets even worse. Hideaki's wife of twenty years (they met while surfing in a local bay) was still buried inside the lake somewhere. She hadn't gotten out. She wasn't answering her phone. The water was still rising, the sun was setting, cars, buildings and shit were swooshing past on a river of sea water, and and rescue workers told him there was nothing that could be done – the only thing left was to sit back, wait for the military to arrive, and hope that they can get in there and rescue the survivors before it's too late. With 10,000 citizens of Ishinomaki still missing and unaccounted for, the odds weren't great that Hideaki would ever see his wife again.

So he does what any of us surfers would do (yeah right!) - threw on his underwater survival gear, rushed into the goddamned tsunami, and dove beneath the rushing sea of death, determined to rescue his wife or die trying.

He dove down into the water, completely submerged in the freezing cold, pitch black rushing current on all sides, and started swimming through the underwater ruins of his former hometown FOR OVER 200 YARDS!!!

Surrounded by incredible hazards on all sides, ranging from obscene currents capable of dislodging houses from their foundations, sharp twisted metal and cars careening through the water like bath toys, he pressed on. Past broken glass, past destroyed houses, past downed power lines and through raging currents and giant whirlpools that would drown a whale.

Hideaki maintained his composure (learned through surfing I imagine) and navigated his way through the submerged city, finally tracking down his old house. He quickly swam through to find his totally-freaked-out wife, alone and stranded on the upper level of their house, barely keeping her head above water. He grabbed her tight and dragged her out of the wreckage to safety. She survived. But Hideaki Akaiwa wasn't done yet.

Dramatization of the Rescue

Now, I'm sure you're wondering what the F is more intense than commandeering a wet suit, face-punching a tsunami and dragging your wife of two decades out of the flooded wreckage of your home, but no, it gets even better. You see, Hideaki's mother also lived in Ishinomaki, and she was still unaccounted for. I think you all know where this is going.

He ran through the city like some post-apocalyptic action hero, desperately trying to track her down, but when a couple of days went by without any sign of her, he knew what he had to do. The water had only receded a few inches by this point, the rescue teams weren't working quickly enough for his tastes, and Hideaki Akaiwa once again took matters into his own hands – rushing back into the waterlogged city looking for his mom.

Hideaki navigated his way through the Atlantean city once more, picking his way through crumbling wreckage, splintered houses, and all sorts of other horrible things to find his elderly mother. After another grueling trek, he tracked her down on the upper levels of a house – she'd been stranded there for four days, and would almost certainly have died without the timely aid of her son. He brought her to safety somehow as well, as you might expect at this point.

Now, while most people would have been content in the knowledge that their family was safe, Hideaki Akaiwa isn't the sort of badass who's going to hang up his flippers and quit just because he'd taken care of his own personal shit – this guy made an oath to keep going back into the wreckage on his own to find people and help them to safety. Today this 43 year-old Japanese badass rides out every single day, multiple times a day, riding around on a bicycle. His only equipment – half a bottle of tea, some water, two packages of cigarettes, a flashlight, Swiss army knife and a lighter.– packed into his trusty red fanny-pack, in search of people needing rescue, a modern-day, real-life action hero.

Now go feel sorry for yourself while you sit comfortably warm and dry in your ergonomic office chair sipping coffee and pretending to work.

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