Hollywood’s Apex Badass: Jason Momoa Cover Story

“You take in meat, right?” Jason Momoa asks as we go by means of his interim Toronto residence—a a few-story Victorian—into the backyard, where two substantial tomahawk rib-eyes hiss and smoke above a glowing grill.

“Here, grab just one,” he says, snatching up the hunk of meat, childlike grin smeared throughout his signaturely hirsute experience. The extreme greeting seems medieval, traditional Momoa—downright Dothraki—so I do as Khal Drogo instructs, holding up a smoldering, frenched rib bone just very long adequate for a selfie.

 

 

Examining the image, Momoa troubles the subsequent directive. “We can’t article these,” he suggests poignantly. “You can see the houses powering us.” It is odd to listen to a gentleman who embodies nomadic warlords and towering superheroes concede to such precaution. But inadvertently revealing your exact area to 16 million Instagram followers is a no-no, no matter if he’s hanging in this article or at his true property in Los Angeles’ Topanga Canyon.

There are other pics that he’s a lot more keen to share, particularly of an antique Land Rover just secured in a swap for two vintage Harley-Davidson choppers, a rare trade from his collection. “I usually just hoard almost everything when it comes to bikes and vans and autos.”

One may guess as much from the ’36, ’37, and ’39 Harley knuckleheads parked on the grounds. “Those are just my choppers. My other bikes are on the way below,” he admits. “I enjoy them all—knuckles, pans, shovels. They are all diverse, they all sound wonderful, and they are all fucking brilliant.”

And while he craves the audio “when you kickstart the bike and the motor growls ideal back again at you,” the self-proclaimed “gas and oil guy” is aware it’s a guilty pleasure. As a intense advocate for ocean health and fitness, he’s earning the change to electrical. “A great deal of my trucks have been transformed into e-motor vehicles,” he claims. “I run solar ability, and I love Harley’s electric LiveWire. You twist the throttle and bounce to 100 miles an hour in three or 4 seconds. It is a whole unique sport, and there ain’t nothin’ about it except—bravo!”