you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.”
Or, “Find what you love and let it kill you.”
I’d say the last five years of my life fall somewhere in that zone—engulfed in an old motorcycle shop just down the block from my apartment. Covid led me there. I didn’t know much about vintage British bikes, but damn they looked good lined up outside that shop.
So I bought one. It was delivered from Ohio and dropped off half a block from six street. I’d start wrenching right on the block. Eventually, the old man came over and said “what the hell you doing ..get out of the road?”
So I kept Knocking on six streets door cus like mackie said “squeaky wheel gets the grease!!!”
I spent the next few years learning, getting better, even building a bike there —even though in the beginning, I had no clue what I’d gotten myself into. But Mackie would reassure me that it will be fine you got this.
I’m gonna miss the hell out of being able to fire up old triumphs on an old east village street . But more than anything, I’m just grateful I got to live it. And also make life long friends there
@6thstreetspecials 
