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You can ride your bike to every letter of law, but nothing is unavoidable. You can’t prevent an accident from happening, only minimize the risk of it happening. There’s risk involved with everything in life, even driving a car.

When it comes to riding a motorcycle on public streets, being safe will always be more beneficial than being skilled. Even MotoGP class racers will agree on this.

A lot of young riders get into the lifestyle thinking they’re invincible until life inevitably shows them that they’re not. Seeing my leg hanging from a muscle definitely made me aware of my own mortality, but I consider myself lucky because a lot of my riding brothers and sisters don’t ever get to wake up from a crash.

Riding safely on the street involves a deep understanding of traffic, psychology, and the driving forces of human behavior at large.

On the smaller scale, riders need to understand that they are on motorcycles, and a padded suit and helmet helps if you slide off your bike or make contact with a stationary object, but not if you end up under a minivan. Understand that drivers are human beings, and just like us, they will try to find shortcuts. Driving sucks, can you blame them? Identify when they will take those opportunities, and make sure you are clear of their path.

In the grand scheme of things, it’s useful to have some awareness of your geographical location, and the social dynamics at play. I live in San Jose, California. In the heart of the Silicon Valley, drivers here are aggressive, and more dangerously, in a hurry. People who are not in a hurry do not run red lights.

Motorcycles offer an unparalleled feeling of freedom, but it’s easy to forget that as a rider, you are at the mercy of traffic, you do not dictate it.

When life puts you in a helpless circumstance, you’re given time to think. Not many circumstances are more helpless than being immobile in a hospital bed, so I had my fair share of thinking to do.

I discovered that I had a massive support system that I had built over the years just by being who I am. From close friends and family to strangers that I’d shared one good conversation with at a party, everyone reached out in various ways to remind me that I wasn’t alone. I put my thoughts on all of my social media channels to discover that I had not only awoken a new way of thinking in my own mind, but in that of others as well.

I realized that I had been looking at life like it was a destination. As if I were an imperfect version of myself on my way to where I was really supposed to be. And I shut myself out from everyone so I could focus on getting there to show them that perfect version of me that I was sure existed all along. I lost sight of who I was because I was too busy thinking about who I was going to be.

I didn’t realize that the real me, perfect or not, had the power to change people’s lives. I could influence them to think, and feel. And if I could do all of that from the confines of a hospital room, I reveled in possibilities of what I could accomplish the day I walk out into the world.

One of the most dangerous survival reactions we encounter as motorcyclists is target fixation. When we lock our eyes onto a central object, we forget to deeply analyze a situation before making a decision. In the world of motorcycles, and in life, doing so is bad for your health.

Always keep your eyes open, scan the road, and enjoy the ride. As the age-old motorcycle adage says, “Happiness isn’t around the corner. Happiness is the corner.”

Creating custom motorcycles is like crossbreeding the majesty of art and the precision of science. It’s the duality of sacrificing functionality or fashion for the overall improvement of a final product. Sure, all bikes have quirks that make t916hem memorable (SV650, I’m looking at you), but building a custom to me is about getting back to the basics. Before all the bells and whistles, not that accessorizing is discouraged, but prioritizing instead on just making a good bike that’s balls to the wall fun to thrash around on with your buddies.

All of this passion comes from someone whose mechanical experience doesn’t extend outside of oil changes, cosmetic tweaks, and basic wiring. I bought a 1976 Honda Rebel 250 from a friend for under $200 bucks. It was taken apart, but he told me the engine had good compression (because the Internet told me that was important), so I bought the thing and started aimlessly tearing it apart.

After I took everything apart, I realized I hadn’t the slightest clue on how to put everything back together. I didn’t label any parts, take any pictures, and I ended up with a completely parted out bike. I left it out in the backyard where it was abused by a long rainy season, and finally decided to drop it off at a junkyard. In hindsight, I probably could have made my money back by selling the parts.

But! It wasn’t in vain. By taking the bike apart piece by piece, I learned a little bit about “what makes it go”, and really that’s what it’s all about. Learning how parts works with each other to make the bike move. I observed microinteractions, like how throttle cables interact with the fuel delivery system, or how cotter pins held certain bolts in place. It’s been an entire year since then, so I’d probably have to tear another bike apart to reacquaint myself with the process, but with structure and a community (LNSPLTBLVD, represent) I hope to learn enough to become a builder in the future.

I am an ambitious person, and the only reason I want to do anything in life is to do it better than everyone else.

At 25 years old, I know there are guys who have mechanical chops that would take me decades to learn. People who can weld better than me, people who can repair better than me, who have trade skills that I do not possess. But when you’re at a disadvantage, the best you can do is search for ways to make that disadvantage work for you. Kind of like getting sympathy from girls when you break your leg in a motorcycle accident.

I think I have the other half of what it means to build a custom motorcycle. I have the art. I have the eye. It’s such a labor of passion that shapes what a bike could really look like. How to express your observation of style and show it through choices you make in your product design. And it’s so achievable without breaking the bank. I feel all I need to successfully start building bikes is the know how. Ironically, the hardest part, no big deal.

My favorite builders include Rough Crafts, Hazan Motorworks, and Walt Siegel. All of them radically different from each other, but I’ve crafted a style inside of my head just by taking design cues from them.

Based in Taiwan, Rough Crafts specializes in building V-twin bobbers. Their style is refined in a sense that their bikes always look well put together. It’s a combination of their use of space and confining it all within long, cradling pipes that contributes a signature secure look. Edges are always polished for style. It’s that attention to detail that makes the company so balanced with regard to style and functionality.

Hazan Motoworks borders on the extreme sides of that balance scale. Cosmetically, his bikes intelligently use negative space. Anything that isn’t an integral component isn’t there, but the empty housings remain. His bikes feel visually organic, because you can see where the vital organs are. And by default, his bikes are forced to take a simple mechanic route. Nothing fancy, just something that works. It’s extremely minimalistic, which is an important when designing anything.

Lastly, Walt Siegel just wakes up the inner Ducatisti in me. This one is admittedly a guilty pleasure. The man is all about style, and it bleeds through his work. Powerful color schemes complement and contradict his builds, and the bottom line for him seems to be, “just make the bike look like a bikini-clad supermodel on the beach”.

With all of these in mind, the style I’ve created in my head is an industrial look. My philosophy is that we dress up motorcycles to look a certain way, and in the process we anthropomorphize them, even giving them names. Not that it’s a bad thing, but after my accident, my priorities shifted and I realized that my life is still in tact, and the bike is just a machine. And so I would design them mechanically—to make them look like what they are. I’d build them methodically as well, taking design cues from all three of my favorite builders to contribute to my vision of style and art.

The beauty of bike building is that the guidelines are rigid. With tools and know how, anything is possible. But, as they say, just because you can doesn’t necessarily mean you should.

Like everything I’ve owned, nothing stays stock. I replaced the hideous headlight with a smaller one that was on Rusty’s Born Free 7 phase.

With a spare predator motor from my last mini bike build, I was able to mock up the engine fitment and reuse the clutch that came with the bike.

Once the fitment cleared, a quick trip to the nearby Harbor Freight was made and I came out with a brand new 6.5 HP Predator motor for the project

The pain was instant. Time didn’t slow down. I didn’t have any flashbacks. I felt my leg snap before I even touched the ground. I hit the pavement on my chest and skid across the wet gravel. My helmet stopped just before hitting the sidewalk. I couldn’t breathe, and I had to wrestle my gloves and helmet off in a desperate attempt to provide some kind of relief. I screamed and screamed hoping the pain would go away, but it only amplified with every passing second.

I looked over at the intersection to find the driver who had just hit me parked in the middle of the intersection. His wheels began to turn, and my heart stopped. He nearly took my life, and he planned to leave the scene. I screamed, “YOU MOTHERF—-R!” Knowing full well I was in no position to follow him or grab a license plate number. It must have awoken something in him, because he stopped and got out of the car.

There were two drivers perpendicular to where the crash happened, and I looked over at them. They made eye contact with me, so I know they saw me, but their lights turned green, and they drove away. It was without question the loneliest moment of my life.

Eventually, my howls woke up the neighbors and they came running out to help me. Even with the situation at hand, I remained socially aware and put on my public face as they arrived on the scene. I slowed my breathing, and answered their questions with the understanding that cooperation would only expedite the process of getting me into an ambulance.

When the paramedics arrived and hauled me into the van, I snapped right back to my usual personality. I poked fun at people in the ambulance and made jokes where I could. I wasn’t going to let some broken bones stop me from self-medicating with laughter.

I remember the paramedics were cutting the pants off my leg to identify the wound when I stopped them and grabbed everyone’s attention. “Hey!” All eyes were on me. I said, “It’s really cold and rainy so don’t judge me on the size.”

They did their jobs professionally and gracefully, and we laughed all the way to the hospital. I like to think that it was the most fun anyone has ever had in the back of an ambulance.

Took the 4runner just in case I decide to buy something big

Not a bad price for this clean Honda CL 450.  The owner was asking $3500 or best offer

Digging the setup on this Shovel

One of many reasons why I love swap meets, you’ll never know what you will run into

A great place for sharing old stories and good memories

Where else can you get used magazines for $.50 per issue

Check out this bitching frame

Aside from cheap parts, chatting with the sellers is enough to get your Sunday morning going

 

Check out that longboard in the back…

Follow OakTownChoppers on Instagram if you haven’t already. Super cool dude

No description needed. This screams “STAY THE FUCK AWAY”… lol

As I was making my rounds, a guy came up to me and gave me this… Sweet!

“Can I take a picture of this trike?”

“Sure buddy!”

Snaps Snaps..

“Ok now you gotta buy it!

“That’s a nice camera!”

“Thanks! you want a picture?”

“Sure, I won’t charge you”

I heard about Basket Case Magazine in one of Recycle Garage‘s podcasts. It was nice to meet Josh, the guy behind the magazine. We had a short chat about future events and rides. If you’re ever in Santa Cruz, stop by and support their magazines.

This blue Shovel is a regular here. Good seeing it again

“Can I take a picture of this mini bike?”

“Sure, you can take it home too for $20!”

“What! You don’t gotta tell me twice!!”

Best $20 I’ve ever spent lol

I knew it was a good idea to take the 4runner!

Walked back to the parking lot to check out more bikes

Alex English from Old E Metalworks broke everyone’s neck with this Knucklehead

What a bike! The average eye cannot comprehend all the little details Alex put into this bike

It was a successful swap meet as I got what I was looking for and more

Rear swing arm for my Shovel project…

$20 mini chopper…

A stash of magazines…

and I bought a raffle ticket for Born Free 9 which came with this rad poster of the Panhead that they’re raffling off this year

Until next time Lnspltrs!