On any Sunday … tearing up the dirt track GIFness.
Dodging tin cans … video of my commute home from work each day via my 1971 Honda CL175. Pier 39 to Lower Haight.
Documentary vid: Japanese custom bike builder Shinya Kimura.
BLAST FROM THE PAST: Here is a photo I took back in high school. Shot on Kodak Tri-X 400 black and white film, processed by hand, printed in a darkroom, and hot press mounted by yours truly.
It was and still is one of my favorites for many reasons:
- It’s the only living proof of my fussy-as-hell Tomos moped that would cruise upwards of 40mph - that’s if you could get it to start.
- There is also an old Mongoose “freestyle” push scooter (with rear disc brake!) that was a hand-me-down from my brothers, which I promptly dismantled one summer, painted blue and orange, and put on white tires and grips. I was always personalizing things I guess…
- There is also the family’s old Honda Elite scooter which was put through hell; towing rollerskating children, off-roading around the yard when my parents were gone (how many times have I gone over the bars on that thing?), letting friends try to ride it (and crash), and survived being campus transportation for my brother at Virginia Tech and for me in Cincinnati.
- It’s a reminder of all the other little things on the walls in that garage that were such a part of growing up for me; numerous rakes for making leaf piles to jump out of trees into, coolers for all the camping trips we took with family and Boy Scouts, buckets full of golf balls saved/stolen when hit into our front yard…
- And lastly, I am still quite pleased with the quality of the print and the mood captured. Despite the low lighting, it has a wide tonal range, maintains detail in the shadows and highlights, and has some kind of strange feel to it, as if all these two-wheeled things are asleep, resting after a busy day.
Ok sure, I get sentimental sometimes and need to post something other than a reblog or instagram photo so here ya go.
I owe a big thanks Ken Bukowski, my photo and drawing teacher who kept me on track during high school and provided a space for the creative freedom that has landed me where I am today. Wherever you are, I hope you are still out there handing down your knowledge.
Surfing on little Honda CB in Bali.