Swimming in Miami Beach

Pictured above is one messed up, super addicted seaweed.
The black band is the tourniquet.
Notice the foamy vomitus and the awkward posing.
DRUGS ARE BAD!

My new Motorcycle '76 CB 400F

I have acquired yet another beautiful bike. A classic 1976 Single Overhead Cam red SuperSport.






Ultimately unsuccessful in the States,
it was made for only 3 years(75-77, with less than 5000 produced per year.
Its demise was imminent.
The '77 model should not count, as it was "uglified "to fit with the the then "Harley" image of the motorcycle.
Think "Easy Rider" not "Rebel without a Cause".

With clean racing inspired lines and the very sporty "European" stance , it is -in my eyes- one of the most beautiful motorcycles Honda ever produced.
Its the apparent simplicity that draws your attention to the basic shape. It's as minimal and elegant as a complex machine can be, without covering up with steel monocoque or plastic nonsense.
It is truly a naked bike, a superb exhibitionist.
Most interestingly there is an intentional asymmetry of design.
Absolutely stunning.
The right engine side reveals four metallic lines that sweep across the belly meeting into one towards the back; the one expanding continuously into an inverted cone.
Beautiful and no, not replicated on the left.

Thank you Sōichirō Honda 本田 宗一郎.

Some pornography below:

In Miami

So here I am in Miami. The city of Vice. The city of the 70s. The city where everyone is naked, tan, beautiful and branded. The city of of buzzing scooters, and no walking allowed; unless it's Miami Beach.
I flew in yesterday, on a plane. An old plane with coal blackened wings. Stitching on the back of the head rest.
I am staying at the Hilton in Biscayne Bay and it feels completely dead. It feels like no one is there. It feels indefinite. I am on the top floor. Floor 21.
The windows do not open. The view is fantastic especially at night.
My birthday is in 3 days.

Pictures in next post.