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.

My Pops in Iran from 1966-1972

You might say I'm genetically predisposed... 
Check out these amazing photos from the late 60's and early 70's of my Dad and his gang

These are all featured in the 'Family Photo Vault' Blog posts