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.



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.

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