Saturday, April 3, 2010


I shot my bike with my 5D. Pretty cool...

Welcome to my latest obsession: vintage bikes. Fortunately for me, there's a lot in Saigon. A lot.  I've never been an avid fan of motorcycles. In fact, I used to curse them. Never understood it. I felt it was completely obnoxious. Now in Saigon, it's part of the culture so I decided to hop on. I can certainly say I won't be switching back to cars.

Let's talk about the feeling of riding a bike. It's like driving a convertible without the windshield. It's like flying. And as cliche as it sounds, it feels like freedom. On the road, your head is clear. It's the one place stress and fookin' advertising can't touch me. There is no such thing as traffic on a bike. There is no road rage. It's a joy every time. Remember the way it felt driving a car for the first time? Well, imagine if that feeling never wore off. It's because you're always driving for fun on a bike. It's never just to take you from point A to B. Cars have lost their charm and have transformed into this functional tool comparable to a tooth brush.

There is an art to motorcycles - from the shape of the frame and engine, down to the the actual sound of the bike. You can hear a good bike. There's a precision to it. There's a feeling to it. It's actually like hearing a lion growl. You have a connection with your iron horse, and while riding it you can immediately tell if there's something wrong and what it is exactly. Unlike any other vehicle, you can customize every inch of your bike. It's your design and it's just the way you like it. I, obviously, love black.

Anyway, you'll understand, just I did, once you jump on.