The Motorcycle Men

A biker-black Dodge RAM pickup pulls up outside SL NYC, and motorcycle man Sasha Alexander Lerner steps out onto the sidewalk. Sasha, a tall and lean man in black, has three bikes at home – two SL customs and a modified Harley FXR – but the early-morning spring breeze was brisk and biting, so he took the truck. He knows how disappointing this looks so he quickly adds, “It has manual transmission.” Before I can comment, he raises the shop’s metal gate, revealing a herd of Harleys in various states of repair. They are angle-parked, side by side, like dominoes. A 3…

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The Shoe Repairman

Manuel Nunez is wearing wingtips. They are the color of caramel and polished to you-can-see-your-face-in-them perfection. I know this because I look down when Manuel tells me about them. Manuel, who spends his 8 a.m.-to-8-p.m. days standing while saving soles at Hong’s Shoe Repair, doesn’t wear them to work. He has dressed up for me and my camera. …

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The Zen Rocker

What do a statue of Ganesha, an electric-red Kramer guitar, a 20-year-old ZZ plant, ticket stubs from Bad Brains and OFF! concerts, a Malta stamp and a black Trek road bike have in common? I’m guessing you’ll never guess. OK, here’s the answer: Mike Dijan. I told you you’d never guess. Mike, obviously, is interested in a lot of different things. Besides the aforementioned, he’s into carpentry, yoga, long-distance running, veganism, triathlons and nutrition. And probably a couple of other things that didn’t come into the conversation. “None of the things I’m involved …

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