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.

Friday

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.


Tuesday

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

Monday

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.

Thursday

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.

Wednesday

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.

Tuesday

CLUTCH

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.

Monday

MotorSurfing Mondays

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


...better