For many years I have had many motorcycles. It was enough to turn the key, press a button and eat street, for everything else there was the workshop. I realized that I did not know in depth the thing that gave me so much evasion and satisfaction, I had never done an oil change myself. Where do you put the oil? Then in July 2013, the madness. A new challenge. I went from a dealer bike and I took four old ladies to accomplish the first three projects.
Love at first sight. I wanted to start with this small historic Italian motorcycle. A month of work (around August) and exploration of a whole new world for me. It really seemed impossible.
Next level. Increased difficulty. Now there are four cylinders and, as if that were not enough, I thought to make a tail craftsmanship. The first time as a body shop. Another month of work.
This Yamaha is clear proof that everything can be done. Here I overcame the two months of dedication. We refine the techniques and the experience of the first two bikes gets reap the rewards. Great body work, painting and handicraft of reconstruction plates and handlebars. The third level is promising.
impossible. just delete this word from the dictionary and everything becomes easy.
I'm not a mechanic. Not even close, I would not offend the category. Not even a car repair shop (save them too). I'm a graphic / advertising photographer for over twenty years. I know I have good taste, I know, and an obsessive attention to detail. I think they are a collection of small, perfect details to define a "good" result. Perfection does not exist but I have never stopped looking for her.
Working on a vintage motorcycle is an emotion different from a shiny new. Is something that has a story, an experience, he has something to tell.
I also like to know where it came from, who has guided and what emotions he tried going on for many years. Some have simply used, who loved her and he's' separate with pain, those who have petted and spoiled. Its tires tell the way he did, his flaws reveal his youth.
See it reborn polishing his pieces, create a new personality without denying its origins, feel that he still has much to tell leafing through a book even unopened.
By each bike comes a different design, even two identical models, and the aware that no the projects will be the same to her. Its forms can not be bought on the internet, I imagine, I forge on the metal sheet and she is as I see it in my thoughts.