I've watched, and lost my taste for, American Chopper and Monster Garage. It turns out, this is what I was waiting for all along.
What do you do when you're working class or out-of-working class, don't have (1) access to a cavernous shop full of sparkling tooling and fabrication equipment, (2) money and contacts for designer frames and components, or (3) the kind assistance of a rich Cable TV network? You grab some beers and your best buds and hit the junkyards. You wright with your hands, you refurbish (or not), you improvise. You use your love, your expertise, your blood, and those of your buds and turn that junk to gold. What's left after that? Two things. The ride and the party. This movie is as much about deep, deep bonds and the joy that can be made out of a hard life as it is about a build. It's a marriage of art and philosophy -- simple and vivid as a haiku.
What do you do when you're working class or out-of-working class, don't have (1) access to a cavernous shop full of sparkling tooling and fabrication equipment, (2) money and contacts for designer frames and components, or (3) the kind assistance of a rich Cable TV network? You grab some beers and your best buds and hit the junkyards. You wright with your hands, you refurbish (or not), you improvise. You use your love, your expertise, your blood, and those of your buds and turn that junk to gold. What's left after that? Two things. The ride and the party. This movie is as much about deep, deep bonds and the joy that can be made out of a hard life as it is about a build. It's a marriage of art and philosophy -- simple and vivid as a haiku.
