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.

Thursday

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

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.

Thursday

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"